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Sadistic Phone Sex Castrations at Home

Sadistic phone sex is how I have fun! I just always love a little blood and knife play. Always made my Barbies bleed too, and hung dolls in nooses around my room with blood all over them. Sometimes it would be from blood splatter of a loser… umm… victim of mine.

I don’t care for fake anything and that especially means no fake blood splatters with me. All real blood from victims young and old. ha ha ha ha I don’t have a dark name for nothing. I am the darkest and most Evil little satanic bitch you may ever cross.

Be aware that if you do happen into my lair I cannot promise all will be in your control. In fact you must fear for your life or embrace death. What will it be? Maybe I will just take out some surgical tools and the at home castration kit. I always wanted to play surgeon after playing that electrical game so obviously I found this castration game and I got to practicing with a young one who won’t miss a thing.

Let’s enjoy a burning circle and your cock out for inspection and castration.

Sadistic Phone Sex

Taboo Phone Sex Queen Cassandra is a Sexy Switch

taboo phone sexI am a taboo phone sex queen. I say that because I mean it. I am always looking for creative ways to kill or creative ways to die. I am a sexy switch, after all.  I was at this dive bar last night. I was minding my own business. I was just there to unwind. I had a few drinks, shot a few rounds of pool with guys in the bar too. I was smoking. Technically, we are not supposed to smoke in any bar in my state, but this bar owner is not a stickler for rules. I have fucked men on the pool table in his place and I have poured drinks in the guys’ mouths while naked on top of his bar like I was working in some XXX Coyote Ugly bar. Hell, I have filmed a gangbang rape porn on the pool table in this bar before. This one prick last night was complaining about me smoking. He was a little mommy’s boy who cries about everything. I had to stop smoking because this little prick was threatening to file a complaint. I did not want my friends’ bar to get fined or shut down, so I put out the cigarette like Sandy in Grease. I blew smoke in his face, then tossed the cigarette on the floor right in front of him and stepped on it. This was a prick who needed put in his place. I followed him home. I conned my way into his crappy little apartment. He thought I wanted to fuck him. No way he had a dick big enough to satisfy me. I had something more nefarious in mind. I convinced him to let me tie him to his bed. I castrated him. Castration phone sex is not my specialty, but this little loser needed to understand balls are for men. Not pansy ass snitches. Snitches get stitches. In this case though snitches get castrated. I left him bleeding in his bed. I did untie him and forced a ton of liquor down his throat. He will think twice now about meddling where he does not belong.

Torture Sex of Male Genitals is My Favorite Thing to Do

torture sexI got to use my best torture sex techniques on a loser last night. He wanted me to castrate him. Begged me to do it too. I was at a bar and this loser recognized me. He had seen my ad on a fetish site. I advertise castration services. He told me this sob story about how he has a loser cock and has long wanted to be castrated. He was talking to the right woman. The thing is I do not take a man’s junk for free. Why would I? You want me to whack your short stack, you must pay me for that honor. I do not want to touch or look at that pathetic nub for free. Consider it a nuisance fee. Your small dick is a huge nuisance to me and every other woman around. This fucking loser told me he was broke. I walked away. His small dick is his problem. He wants it gone; he can whack it off himself. Castration phone sex is a service and it’s not free. The problem was he would not leave me alone. He was baiting me into a free castration. Since that was the case, I decided to make it hurt. I used a rusty knife. I did not tie off the balls first to restrict the blood flow, so the bathroom of that bar looked like the elevator in The Shining. It was a complete blood bath. That is in part too because I would not cauterize the wound. Usually, I use a frying pan or even an iron, but I was in a bar and this fucker wanted it done. I made him chug some whisky down to dull the pain. I wanted to snuff him there, but snuff porn in a bathroom in a bar is not very discreet. Castration, however, probably happens more than we know in public places. I put his belt in his mouth to bite down on and it was bye bye balls. He bled. He fainted. I put his balls on his chest, washed my hands, and left the bar. He asked for it, he got. Just like you will.

Castration Phone Sex is a Risk With Me Because I am a Sick Bitch

castration phone sexI was in a castration phone sex mood last night. That is not uncommon. Most men piss me off. They think because I have a pussy I will just be spread and ready for them. I am not a typical girl. If you have called me or met me out at a Goth bar, then you know fuck calls are not my thing. I need violence to get off. And don’t even think about it. No violence towards me. I am not your bitch or your whore. If I am going to cum, I need to hurt you. Now, sometimes that is just a cut or a stab. But sometimes, you die while fucking me. It is a risk you take having sex with a sadistic bitch. I am like a female praying mantis. They bite the heads off their male lovers after copulating. They get what they needed from the male species, kill the lover and move on. Now, I do not always kill a male lover, but when I do it is because some loser gets all sappy over me. I do not spoon. I do not do pillow talk either. I do not give a fuck about your day. I do not give a fuck about cuddling. Troy would not shut the fuck up after we fucked. He wanted to know what my dreams were and my astrological sign. He got to star in an impromptu snuff porn. Normally, I am not an impulsive killer. I plan and stalk my prey, so I do not get caught. But Troy was the most annoying mother fucker I ever fucked. If I went to jail, no better kill to send me there than that sappy ass loser. I cut his cock clean off and stuffed it in his mouth. I did not cauterize the wound. I let him bleed all over his bed. The kill had jilted lover all over it which was not exactly the case. This was not a revenge kill. This was a mercy killing. My mercy. If I had to hear him yap one more time, I was going to kill myself. Hey, consider yourself warned. I am a taboo phone sex bitch not a GFE.

Castration Phone Sex with Sadistic Bitch Venus

castration phone sexCastration phone sex is among the most fun a sick bitch like me can have. I remove junk for all sorts of reasons. My parents and grandfather did not raise me to roll over for any man who looks at me twice. Just the opposite. They raised me to be an independent woman who does not need the attention or support of any man. I have no time for the kind of men my family warned me about. As I age, I realize the group of self-entitled men who think women are just props for them has grown, not dwindled. I am evening the score. Avenging women who are not as strong and independent as me. I get wind of where predators hang out and I dupe them. I do not look like the type who attracts the shallow men looking to explore their rape phone sex fantasies, but I am a chameleon with my looks. I dress up, don a blonde wig and act dumb and unsuspecting and the predators flock to me. At this hotel bar, the predator was the bartender. He has been spiking the drinks of women staying at the hotel alone and getting their room numbers when they bill a nightcap to their room. He has a master key of some sort and comes into their room once the roofie kicks in. You cannot outsmart this sadistic bitch. I was waiting for the pervert with my big knife. When he crawled into my hotel bed, I sprayed him with mace and handcuffed him to the bed. As I suspected, a little dick no one would miss but him. Why is it that I can count on the sexual predators of the world to have shrimp dicks? I thought about the torture sex pleasure I would get if I took his stump of a cock too, but I opted for just his worthless nuggets. This way he will never get an erection again. That means his days of forcing his pathetic nub on women are gone.  Another predator bites the dust.

Snuff Porn While I Masturbate To Rape Phone Sex Fantasies

Snuff porn

Snuff porn is always fun to watch when I am trying to relive some rape phone sex fantasies. I had a taste of cock meat sandwich when I was young. I was walking home from a friend’s house, and I was running late when some older high-school boys stopped me and said they would walk me home. It was dark so I agreed but when we got to the alleyway behind my house, I knew I was in trouble. They grabbed me and dragged me behind a big trash can. They were much bigger than me, so it was easy for them to push me down to my knees. They right away pulled their cock out and were smacking it and tabbing my face with it telling me how they were going to show me how to make friends with older boys. They forced my mouth open and the oldest started fucking my mouth hard I gaged and begged but it didn’t matter. Then I almost threw up when he finally came into my mouth, and I had to taste his seven. The next one fucked my face even harder and then I couldn’t take it any more I bite down as hard as I could, and he screamed. I didn’t let go until he pulled away and his cock was squirting blood and I could feel a piece of his cock was in my mouth and I had blood dripping down my chin. I spit out the piece of cock meat from my mouth and I ran home. They never messed with me again. From that day I have loved CBT and Snuff porn. 

the nightmare nextdoor

snuff sex

My neighbor is a primary creep, but he happens to be able to have all the tools that will make me his snuff sex slave. As a butcher, I know he has plenty of pain-inducing tools. Not only that, he loves to hunt. He had gotten bold and told me straight to my face one day when we were both outside that he dreams about fucking me till I die while cutting me open with all his knives and butcher tools.

At first, I tried to move but found no luck, and I woke up in a panic for several nights thinking about what he had told me. My anxiety was taking me to the depths of hell. All I could think about was being so helpless that I’d eventually have to give in to his nasty thoughts.

Knife Play Phone Sex Has Endless Scenarios for Countless Amounts of Fun

knife play phone sex

Knife play phone sex is my favorite. A knife requires skill. There is no skill in shooting someone. If you are close enough, and have even crappy aim, the person is dead or severely disabled. I pride myself on the hunt. I love to play cat and mouse first. Guys never suspect a woman of being a knife wielding fiend. Recently, me and a fellow sadistic bitch arranged a special hunting party. We invited some men on our personal hit lists. They thought it was a sex party. Stupid men. These were small dicked losers who did not deserve their balls, let alone their cocks. We were having a castration phone sex party. We acted like horny sex kittens to get them naked. It did not take much. It was me an Gail and 6 men. Six men who never saw it coming either. We tied them up and they still had no clue we meant them harm. Men think with their cocks. Well, Gail and I cut off their brains. And we did it slow too. Do not feel sorry for them. These men had small cocks and big egos. No brains either. Never saw it coming which I enjoyed. Element of surprise makes it hotter. It was very messy, however. I waited a bit before I cauterized the wounds. I love the site of blood. Other people’s blood of course. Gail and I practice witchcraft. There are so many potent spells you can create with testicles. We severed each loser’s balls. But some of them had such small cocks, we figure what was the point of having them? I mean if my clit is bigger than your dick, I say good riddance. Gail and I created some spells, but we practiced some cannibalism too. I like to eat testicles. They are much better than sheep balls.  I know. I am sick bitch. What can I say? Or torture sex makes me wet.

Accomplice Phone Sex or You are My Victim: No In-between

accomplice phone sexI love accomplice phone sex calls. Men have one of two places in my life. They can be my victims, or they can be my accomplices. There is no gray area in between. I am a black and white kind of girl. Emotions fuck everything up, so I do not have any. When I met Mike in a fetish CBT club, I knew he was my victim. Sure, he was handsome. He appeared to have money. But that sort of thing does not get to me like most women. Most girls see a handsome, rich man and they lose their shit. They do whatever it takes even being something they are not to be his girlfriend. Not me. Nope. I am not fooled by shallow things. Men are my accomplices or my victims. Since Mike was in a CBT club, I knew either he had small cock or he was submissive to women, likely both. So, his money and looks meant nothing to me. I could mutilate his junk with some torture sex without a second thought. And I did. He had a small willy. One that would not have been any use to me. Not sure it was of much use to anyone actually. Well, now there are no cock and balls. He wanted the torture. I think he thought I would just trample his junk in a pair of high heels like most dominant women. I am not like most anyone. I do what I want to whom I want and when and where I want. Sure, I had on some spiked heels and trampled his worthless nut sack until I popped a nut. I used my knife for the rest. I violated the club’s policy of no weapons, but I do things my way and only my way. I used my big old knife that I use for castration phone sex calls. I severed his cock from his balls and mutilated his junk. I mean it was of no use to me or any woman anyway.

Castration Phone Sex Hotline

Castration phone sex

Some men are just better off without a cock, and I’m just the girl who’s more than happy to help you depart from your phallus friend. However I must warn you, it’s quite painful and bloody! Undergoing your castration with me is not something you should go into lightly. Although you will get what you want. I’m simply using you to satiate my own sick twisted desire to cut into flesh however I please. 

With my assortment of blades, I’ll never get bored on my castration phone sex hotline here. I got it all from the shiny, smooth but incredibly sharp katana blade, to the rusty jagged used-up butter knife. I personally love my many serrated blades, from a tiny little pocket knife to a large serrated sword. So many options, sometimes I wished I didn’t have to just stop at removing your penis. Perhaps you will allow me to cut more? Or maybe I’ll just decide to take more…and more…until every last piece of you is nothing but scraps!