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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

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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

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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

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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!

Snuff Phone Sex Bitch Does Not Need You

snuff phone sexSnuff phone sex is what I do best. I am on a snuff site for a reason. I am not everyone’s cup of tea. I do not care if you have a big cock. I do not care if you have money. I do not care if you “love” Goth girls. I do not want to date you. I do not want to fuck you either. I do not have much use for humans. I am a loner. I do not need relationships. I do not need friends and I do not need a man in my life. I can take care of myself. I have only two uses for men: accomplice or victim. Anytime a man comes on to me I must explain that he can be my victim or my accomplice, but I do not want to date a man or be in any kind of a relationship with a man other than to kill him, castrate him or hunt with him. Terrance thought I was joking. He has been hitting on me for months now. We met at a Goth bar. I did not give him my phone number, but he managed to get not only my phone number, but my address too by bribing his cousin who works at the DMV. He confessed. He thought I was playing hard to get. I do not play games. I say no, no it is. He found himself on the wrong side of some CBT torture sex. The only way to handle a man who thinks he can conquer a woman or take what he wants because a woman is playing games, needs to lose his cock and / or balls. No cock, no balls, no sexual urges. No need to act like an asshole. Some men have way too much ego and testosterone like Terrance. No way I was the first woman he stalked and harassed. But I will be the last because Terrance is a eunuch now. I took his balls with a rusty knife and cauterized the wound with a hot frying pan. I wanted it to hurt. I wanted him to have a constant reminder that he cannot prey on women who want nothing to do with him. Most guys must pay for castration phone sex. Terrance got it for free.

Mutilation Phone Sex Means Fun with Your Cock and Balls for Me

mutilation phone sexMutilation phone sex takes all kinds of forms. I am a cock mutilator by trade. I loved to ruin a man’s junk just because I can. I carve up little sluts too, but that is mostly for profit. Castration and cock and ball mutilation is for personal pleasure. I am not one of those women who believes men rule the world. There are plenty of men who do not deserves their cocks or the balls. I am not talking about perverts who diddle little ones. I am talking about chronic masturbators. Men who try to force their tiny dicks on grown women like me. I am talking about tools who think they can dominate a woman just because they have balls. Balls are not some badge of honor and they do not give you certain rights. In fact, I will argue that balls are a privilege not a right, and therefore your privilege can be revoked whenever I want.

I revoked Lawrence’s balls. He is a fucking neighborhood loser with a tiny dick. A peeping Tom. He also drugs women’s drinks to take advantage of them at community events and parties. I put an end to all that. I cannot have a major creeper in my community continuing to violate women. He needed some free castration phone sex. Oh, he paid but not with money, LOL. I drugged him at a neighborhood block party. I usually am not very neighborly, but this loser needed put in his place forever. I switched his drink with the drink he laced to give to some unsuspecting woman. When he was acting drunk, I escorted him home along with a few neighborhood women who wanted some revenge. It is called Karma, Lawrence. You cannot drug women and fuck them and expect nothing to come back on you. He met Karma that night. He was intoxicated but coherent enough to know what was going on. Coherent enough to feel the pain of several women giving him back what he is ode tenfold. Torture sex does not even describe what us girls did to his junk. We carved our names into the flesh of his cock. We severed his balls. We anally tortured him with household objects. And we made him a eunuch. He will no longer be slipping women mickies to take advantage of him. Karma always comes back to you guys, and if I find out about your predatory behavior, I will bring Karma to you sooner.

Snuff Phone Sex with a Taboo Bitch

snuff phone sexSnuff phone sex is what I do. It is clear in my blogs and my bio. Some dickwad called me last night with honey this and baby that. He wanted to fuck me. Like romantic girlfriend experience shit. I do not do that. I am not your girlfriend. I will never be anyone’s girlfriend. I do not need a man to get off. They make toys for women like me. I do not do well with baby talk and stupid shit like cuddling. I am a loner. I like it that way. So, when Charlie called me for the girlfriend experience, I thought he was purposefully pushing my boundaries so I would react. Turns out, Charlie was just stupid. He got a call last night, but not the one he wanted. Or at least the one he thought he wanted. Once I gave him my best castration phone sex role play, he was down to let me abuse him. He had never met a bitch like me. I hear that almost daily. Lots of women need men. They pretend to be something they are not to get a loser. They use catfish filters and change who they are for some dickwad who will cheat on them or emotionally abuse them. I do not get it. But I also do not get men who want to make a woman something she is not. I mean why would Charlie try to make a sadistic bitch who loves knives more than men, his girlfriend. Now that I removed his testicles free of charge, he is probably wondering the same thing. Although he was shocked and not at all willing in the beginning, he cannot stop thinking about me. That is because I am often the first woman to step up and but a guy in his place. I am no June Clever. I will not ever be some doting housewife who cooks and cleans. I am the taboo phone sex psycho who castrates, tortures, force fucks and kills. Do I sound like your kind of woman?