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Sharing Torture Sex Techniques

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I have a new torture sex caller. I may be a little more hardcore and sadistic than he is used too, but we had fun talking about our favorite subjects. Unlike some callers, he did not expect me to be something I was not. I had two guys today who called me thinking I was a submissive bitch. Never. I cannot even pretend to be submissive or a girlfriend. Just not who I am. I am a sadistic. I enjoy torture. Inflicting pain gets me off. My sexy caller and I swapped techniques for torturing male subjects. His experiences are more sensual than mine, but I enjoyed hearing what he does to a young male subject. Before I became a professional taboo phone sex sadistic, I was a dominatrix. Men and even some women paid me for pain infliction, cock and ball torture, even castration. I love to crush balls. I enjoy using sounding devices too. I have an array of instruments I use to torture a naked male body. Knifes will always be my favorite. I can cut, slice, stab and gut with a knife. I use cigarettes, cigar and blow torches too because burning flesh is so much fun. Then I have a variety of other tools for inflicting pain. Pins to pierce the scrotum and nipples.  Bio Freeze for your cuts and pee hole. Large dildos and speculums for your asshole. Ropes and handcuffs and a spreader bar to bind you. I have vibrators and cattle prods, even a few tasers to shock you. My entire house is full of torture devices to crush balls, cut off cocks and kill men. I get sexual pleasure through your pain. I do not need men for romance or sex. I just need them for torture and amusement. Killing and torturing men is my happy place.

Pandemic Snuff Sex

snuff sexSnuff sex is the only sex I have had during this pandemic. This fucking virus is making many men weak, and desperate. It is like they think they will never fuck a woman again. I do not give off vibes that suggest I want to be your girlfriend. In fact, I go through great lengths to suggest just the opposite. I never make eye contact with men. I do not talk to them wherever I may be. I dress Goth, hiding my figure. I do not go to clubs. Yet every damn day one of you losers thinks I am sending you signals. Horny fucking dogs come sniffing around me every damn day. He hit on me in a fucking gun shop. I was buying a firearm for protection. I prefer knives. I have an extensive collection of over 1,000 sharp blades. But with people losing their shit, I wanted some sort of protection that was quick and easy if one of you mother fuckers breaks into my house or does not respect my 6 feet of space. This asshole was giving me some of the lamest come-ons ever. I had to kill him. If not for me, for my fellow chicks. Nah, for me. I do not do sisterhood either. He was in my car thinking we were going to my place to fuck. He pulled his dick out while I was driving and expected me to give him head while driving a car. Stupid fuck. I bit his cock right off in the car. I continued to drive down the highway with his severed pecker in my mouth like a dog with a bone. His blood smeared on my face. He was bleeding out in my car, so I pushed him out. He rolled out of my car down an embankment at 70 miles per hour. About 10 miles later I tossed out his cock. I doubt they will ever find it to sew it back on like they did with John Bobbit. Another cock bites the dust. You may not survive my castration phone sex.

Bye, Bye Balls A snuff Porn

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In times of uncertainty the one constant is snuff porn whores. And men who want those big full balls to be cut off! Now, while I specialize in smooth body fuckdolls getting slaughtered in live streams, I do have a certain specialty! That is the castration and mutilation of nut sacks and cocks. I had a special friend come to me in distress recently. He had these huge balls that would have made for a great make porn star. I mean he could hold gallons of cum in them and I was always begging him to be a part of the after parties with some bukkake sluts, like me. Hey I know what your thinking I’m an evil bitch who has murdered, but I love cum all the same. My special big ball sack buddy had a dilemma and he always knows where to find me. Yep, he called my phone sex line to ask if I could convince him to cut his balls off! He had a pair of sharp scissors open around his balls. I could tell by his breathing that he had already taken a few snips of his large sack in testing his pain levels. “Why would you ever want to cum again, you just need one more cum load and then snip, snip,” I almost giggled. I wanted full bragging rights to those fucking nuts being cut off for me. “Oh, Please do it now, you will be much better off, you will never have to endure the sick shit that makes you cum again!” I had to think quickly, I wanted this so badly!  “Just think of all the time and trouble of thinking about twisted and evil shit and whores like me that will do it for you!” I would miss his ass rape porn help but I head the scissors shit and him pass out!

Bye, Bye, Balls!

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The Many Uses for Knife Play Phone Sex

knife play phone sexHave you ever wondered what knife play phone sex was all about? I mean not all phone sex places will even allow you to discuss your violent fantasies. I am a no limits / no taboos sick bitch. My only limit is that I am no submissive whore. I do not care if you have a Godzilla sized dick. I will use my knife to cut it off in a heartbeat if you try to dominate me.  All my callers know that I am a kinky bitch who thinks vanilla is an ice cream flavor. I do not do vanilla and vanilla has no place on my snuff sex site. The more perverted, sick and twisted your dark fantasy is, the harder I cum. So far today, I have force fucked a man with a strap on covered in blades to shred his worthless ass. It was anal torture.  I made that dude bleed and cry. He will be on an episode of Sex Sent Me to the ER.  I got to castrate a loser on another call. I am a firm believer that if you do not know how to use your cock properly, you should not have it! In my world, your dick is a privilege, not a right. I assisted another guy in snuffing out his slut niece. She got knifed and gutted like a pig, but only after he explored his sick rape phone sex fantasies with the little cock tease. My favorite call of the day involved making snuff flicks with stupid teen twats who thought they were staring in a girls gone wild film. I make movies more akin to whores gone dead. I ended up gutting and sexually mutilating them with my various knives. The world needs fewer whores, don’t you agree? Sharp blades were the stars of all my calls so far, and the day has just begun for me.

Taboo Phone sex Killer

taboo phone sexYou have royally fucked yourself with this taboo phone sex accomplice! Your fucking expect me to believe you are anything but a piece of flesh? A worthless man whore who has nothing to live for. That is all you. How dare you call me and beg me to spare your life. You are my toy. Mine to fucking destroy! Does it make your cock hard knowing how many times I have spared you? Your last money transaction did not come through on time, and now in your office you are begging on your knees. You promise to bring me to the bank and get me cash. I should walk out there and tell all your employees just what a sicko you are. That you like watching little girls get fucked as they cry for mommy dearest. Your money and help securing victims has kept you alive until now. The big bosses want what they are owed! I reach into my bag and pull out my metal mouthpiece. You are lucky they want your cock in one piece. Otherwise I would chew it up and swallow it. “Shut up!” I know your secretary can hear you whining and begging. It was you who agreed to half the profits of your company. It was you who signed the contract with the dark lords. Dear GODS it was your teen daughter in the first Snuff Porn! She is scattered across three states. You sold pieces of her to sick bastards just like you. At least I admit to what I am. You are a fucking loser. My hands move fast as you are on your knees. The fire alarm is pulled downstairs as your employees scatter. The hypodermic sticks out of your neck paralyzing you. On your back my metal fangs glint and I bit your cock off in one bite.

Castration Phone Sex Makes Me Tingly

castration phone sexI do any sick fantasy well, but I do enjoy castration phone sex more than I should.  The thought of a loser being so self-aware that he knows his balls need to be removed makes me all warm and fuzzy. Yes, I know something is wrong with me. I have heard that since I was a little girl. I used to castrate my sisters’ Ken dolls. I also beheaded their Barbie dolls. I am the black sheep of the family. I take after my great grandfather. He was the head of a private prison that experimented on prisoners for profit. They were guinea pigs for pharmaceutical companies giving my great granddad kickbacks. It was cruel and unusual punishment, but these were the dregs of society, so I never understood why anyone gave a fuck about how they were treated. I was just a little girl, but I understood that those men did not deserve the same rights as me or my grandpa or you. When I was a teen girl, I got to assist him. I was set to inherit his prison when the Feds shut him down. I did get all the prison’s content including the electrocution chair. It was made in 1952 way before I was born. I use it for castration and torture sex now. As much as I love castrating men on the phone, the real deal is what gets me wet. It is just that guys I castrate in my grandpa’s old execution chair do not know they deserves to have their nuts gone. The losers who call me, do. I do not need permission, however, to remove some one’s balls or sexually mutilate their sex organs. I do it for the greater good. Small dicked assholes do not need to reproduce more small dicked assholes.

Snuff Sex Makes America Great Again

snuff sexSnuff sex is the only kind of sex I have nowadays. I find even less use for men, people in general with this fucking plague. People are idiots. Men bitching about a haircut, talking about all lives matter, bitching about wearing a mask and complaining about food name changes and statutes being removed and no more rebel flag at Nascar events. I mean why the fuck do they care? Half these idiots are fat old white guys who do not live in the deep south and could not even tell you who the fucking statute is and what that person contributed to history. To me, no white male lives matter at all. All I must do is go on social media and find a jackass with a death wish. I found Bubba. No shit his name was Bubba. He lives a few counties over in a trail park. Poster boy for birth control. Missing some teeth. Big old beer gut yet he had some stupid memes fat shaming chicks on his wall. There was a picture with him in a Confederate flag shirt next to his Ford truck with big old truck balls. He was wearing his Making America Great Again red ball cap and drinking a Pabst Blue Ribbon beer I heard banjo music just looking at him. No way Bubba represents anything great about this country. I decided he needed something more than castration phone sex. I cat fished him. Had him meet me in a no tell motel for a kinky tryst. Like he could get a girl like me, let alone the girl in the picture I cat fished him with. Bubba was so dumb he just thought he was getting two chicks. I drugged him and he hit the floor with a big thud. Bubba lost his balls and his dick. I went Lorena Bobbitt on Bubba because all lives do not matter. And there does not need to be more Bubbas in the world. He screamed bloody murder. I shoved his dick and his balls in his mouth. And I put his Make America Great Again hat over his mutilated sex organs. Normally, I never call 911, but I wanted Bubba to live. I wanted him to know there is a cost to his free speech and sexism. Fat fuck will hopefully learn a lesson. Just for shits and giggles, I carved Black Lives Matter and Trans Rights on his chest. I know that will just annoy the shit out of him.

Exploding Balls For Daddy

Accomplice phone sex is best with daddy. He loved when an ex boyfriend of mine was coming around. He knew I had big plans for that ass jack and he wanted in on it. He would ejaculate and save it for me. I would feed it to the ex without his realizing he was eating another mans cum. It’s only the start. This dipshit little weaselly fuck bought me shit, paid for a boob job and for my car. He came around thinking i wanted his stale ass back. I played him. Daddy wanted to experiment with him. He wanted me to burst his balls and explode his asshole. Daddy is like a teen boy sometimes wanting to play with firecrackers and wanted to see how an anus explodes. We had butt flesh all over the little torture rooms walls. I took a set of vice scripts to his balls after getting his penis hard. I snipped off the tip and that brought on a blood fountain. I followed with a nice hard squeezing of those balls and finished with the finale. Daddy waned to use firecrackers but I wanted the M80’s those little bitches may have matched his cock size but the M80’s are more suitable for the jackass that he is. We had that ass exploded all over. Of course I lit the fuse and we stood outside the door watching. It was a ballistic! Daddy liked to ejaculate all over these tits while Mr. Ass jack was still conscious. I have fun with my daddy, and was so happy he came back into town.

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Why I Prefer Knife Play Phone Sex

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Knife play phone sex is near and dear to me. I am a cutter. I do not cut myself. I cut others, maybe even you. I love the sight of blood. I like the sound of skin tearing. I like cries, whimpers, and screams. Sure, I could shoot some one dead but no fun in that for me. One bullet and a thud. It is over quickly. A knife, however, can inflict pain for hours. A knife can do a lot more than a gun. It can castrate a tiny dicked tool. It can stab the cunt of a trailer trash whore. It can dismember body parts. It can skin the flesh off a person. I can gut a little whore like a pig. I can disfigure a vain cunt.  A knife is perfect for torture sex. A gun is what a hothead uses. I do not partake in crimes of passion or anger. I do not just stab a person. I plan it out. That is how I have never been detected. I plot. I hunt. I observe the patterns of my prey. No rush in killing either. I take my time, so my victim feels the pain and feels the impending death. That is what gets my cunt wet. I am a hunter. I get off on stalking and planning some little slut’s death or even some grown ass prick’s death. You can have your guns. I will keep sharpening my knives and planning my crimes. Care to join me?

Castration Phone Sex: Don’t Fuck with the Wrong Bitch

castration phone sexCastration phone sex desires are stronger in me the longer I am being told to shelter in place. I am a gypsy. I am used to being out hunting for a fix. A fix for me is killing someone. I have always practiced social distancing expect maybe when I am plunging a knife into someone or I am taking off a pair of worthless nuts. Last night, I wore my skeleton face mask to castrate a complete loser. He is an Internet stalker. Been harassing me for months. I had computer issues awhile back. When you look at as much snuff porn as I do, you pick up viruses. This Geek Squad loser had access to my computer to fix it and he ended up stalking me. Lucky me, he likes Goth girls who hate everyone. I tried everything to get him out of my computer, but he was holding me virtually hostage. I agreed to meet with him. He fucked with the wrong bitch. He needed neutered. The virus worked in my favor because we cannot meet in bars and restaurants. He was going to cook us a romantic meal. Barf. I played the part, but I spiked his beer. Until he was incapacitated, it was hard to hide my bitch face and act like I was into this loser. Once he was out, I stripped him naked and tied him up, so he could not escape. Too bad he was a creepy as fuck stalker and an internet hostage taker, he had a decent sized cock. But no way I was fucking a man who thought he could force me into dating him. That is a Life Time Movie in the making and I am NOT the Lifetime Movie type. When he woke up, he was shocked to see me in control. I let him know this was his fault. His actions alone led to his castration. I cut his balls right off with one swipe of the rusty serrated blade. He screamed like a bitch. I picked his balls up off the floor and shoved them in his mouth. I was laughing loudly. I left him to bleed all over the floor. If he survives, he will have learned to fuck with me and he will never orgasm again.