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Sadistic Phone Sex Might Cost You Your Balls

sadistic phone sexAs a lifelong sadistic, sadistic phone sex calls seem perfect for me. I love to torture, mutilate and snuff folks. Although I am also a paid mercenary, I torture and kill people for shits and giggles sometimes. Last night, this loser was in the wrong place at the wrong time. For whatever reason, I felt the need to mutilate some loser’s junk. Chop his balls off and feed them to my dog.

Normally, I look for a man to castrate. And I have a type. Big ego but sports a little or average dick. Rude to everyone. Feels self-entitled to pussy because he has a dick. But I had no knowledge about this guy. He needed a ride after his car broke down on the side of the road. So, this was an opportunity castration phone sex experience.

However, he did hit on me in the car, so that felt creepy enough for me to justify removing his junk. I took him back to my place, drugged his beer and dragged his lifeless body to my torture dungeon. And I had the castration chair ready to go.

I repurposed an old wooden execution chair. Added a plank that I attached to the middle of the chair. Carved a circle in it, made the plank adjustable for dick size. The way my little castration death chair works is that I strap my victim down. Straps around the head, wrists and ankles. A grip in the mouth so he does not bite his tongue off from the pain. I separate the cock and the balls. The balls go through the hole, and the cock gets strapped to the board. And I put a castration band around the balls. Then wait for them to turn blue.

Not All Men Deserve to Have Balls

I literally give a man blue balls before I castrate him. This hitchhiker I picked up appeared to be all potatoes and no meat. Although I did not know if he checked off all my boxes, I needed to castrate someone regardless. So, he got extreme cock and ball torture sex for being in the right place for me, and the wrong time for him.

With his tiny dick, the way I saw it, I did women a favor. He will never get erect again. He passed out from the pain and shock of losing his balls, but I revived him. Cauterized the wound with a cast iron skillet. Drugged him again and left him back where I found him. He will wake up without balls and wonder what the fuck happened to him. The drug I gave him erases short term memory. So, he will truly wonder where his balls went. They went to my dog as a special treat. And she loved them.

Violent Phone Sex Tendencies Reside in Us All

violent phone sexViolent phone sex tendencies are in us all. It just takes the right scenario to trigger you. But I know that if you knew you would never get caught, you would unleash you inner beast. Since I am sort of a professional accomplice, I get to see the worst in people. And I get to bring out the worse too. That makes me happy. Up until last week, only men hired me. So, I am usually helping men force fuck and snuff some young girl. Not this time. I got to go Helter Skelter on a man who reminded me of my father and all the men who abused me for years.

This woman wanted to kill and torture the man who abused her as a little girl. We bonded over our violent upbringing. The best revenge will always be extreme cock and ball torture sex, followed by a painful and slow death. We used me as bait to lure her daddy somewhere we could get our revenge. And he never saw it coming. He thought I wanted to fuck him. Old with a huge beer belly. Clueless fuck.

Killing and Torturing is More Fun with a Partner

His daughter waited in the wings of my rented home with a big knife and rope to tie him up. He could not fight two strong bitches with revenge on their mind. We got him subdued easily. The asshole did not even recognize his own daughter. I let her start the fun. She immediately sliced one ball off. He let out a loud scream. Although he tried to apologize, we both knew it was hollow. But men say anything to save their hide.

She took the first ball, threw it on the floor and stomped on it while her daddy watched in horror. I took the other ball and channeled my revenge for my daddy. When I bit off his testicle, he passed out. First time for everything. I never bit off a nut before. But it felt amazing. And therapeutic. We tortured him for hours before she did the honors. She slit his femoral artery and watched him bleed out. We disposed of his body, toasted his snuff sex death and fucked. I almost did not want to charge her.

Cannibalism phone sex sinks my teeth in your filthy cock

Cannibalism phone sex games are my favorite when I get to switch.  The shadows are my friend, and my purpose is to serve my Master Daddy. He has turned me into a creature of the night, a being who thrives on pain and pleasure in equal measure. My life is one of constant punishment, but when I have the chance to dish it out, I do so with a vengeance.Cannibalism phone sex

It feels so good to sink my teeth into flesh. If I am a really good girl, Master Daddy will throw me a special bone,  a sissy bitch like you. He lures you to our crypt, leading you on to think you will just suck is dick. But you are such a stupid whore. You are prey and I’m the one who gets to catch you. He’ll bring you to his finest bedroom and once you get comfortable, I come in.

I taunt you, slap you around, threaten to expose your faggot ass to the world, so you follow my orders. And anyway, it’s not like you want that thing in between your legs. It always felt wrong, didn’t it? Cannibalistic Castration phone sex is the answer. I will sink my teeth into your cock and rip it off. Quick like a band-aid, no more pretending for you, babe.  You’ll have a brand new gash, and my Master Daddy will pop that bloody cherry.

 

 

Castration cocks down my throat, jizz on my face

Castration phone sex

Evil sick fuck and his collection of castrated cocks. All different sizes from his victims, used to torture women. He’s got me trapped, strapped, tied up and cornered. With his giant monster, dripping pre cum, cock out he stood over me, letting it drip on my face while I face a line of castrated, bloody, puusy, nasty dead body parts.

Grabbing my head making me throat, gag, choke, and go blue, sucking each one. Smacking the shit out of me, beating me with a belt, he wanted to see me gag some more. Throating, tongue out, dripping spit, covering my naked body. Castrated cocks of all sizes, packing my mouth, filling my throat while he’s jacking off in front of me, “suck more bitch!”

Barely able to breathe, watery, oozing, creamie cum shot down my throat, he’s choking me as I swallow every drop down my throat, coughing up chunks of juicy jizz, forcing me to finger my tight little wet pussy. Soaked in blood, rapidly finger fucking myself until he bends me over, spreads my legs, and shoves his cum soaked cock up my cut up cunt, finishing me off with a dead dangly dick in my mouth.

Knife Play Phone Sex Neuters Men Like You

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex callers usually see my big knife and want me to castrate them. Any man who begs to have his balls chopped off, gets it. This sadistic bitch loves to neuter losers and predators. Sure, I do kill a lot of folks, but sometimes I think it is better to live your life with a constant reminder of what you did or who you were. Men seem to have an unnatural attachment to their balls anyway. They let their dick do their thinking.

Any man I discover preying on my fellow Goth girls, I castrate. And any loser who begs me or pays me to castrate him, gets it too. Some men know that their dicks get them in trouble. And some men understand that no woman wants their useless little nub. No woman, especially not me. David found me on the dark web. He paid me for castration phone sex because his little shrimp dick does not please anyone.

Self-aware men used to be far and few between. However, now thanks to Internet porn, men see how they never will measure up. This poor loser had a dick smaller than my thumb. I considered chopping it off too, but opted not to make him piss through a tube for the rest of his life. See? I am not so bad after all.

I Love to Inflict Extreme Cock and Ball Torture

My castration chair serves my purpose well. It’s an old death row chair where over ten men died. Perhaps you could say I repurposed it. It is an upcycled castration chair now. The hole I made in the wood plank I affixed to the middle of the chair separates the cock from the balls easily. A castration band numbs the balls. If you leave the band on long enough the lack of oxygen will necrotize the balls. And eventually they turn black and fall off. The band dulls the pain. So, where is the fun in that?

I get off on extreme cock and ball torture sex. So, I used my favorite knife to remove his little worthless sack. He bled, but they all do. And I let him bleed for a few minutes before I cauterized the wound. Where is the fun if you do not suffer a little.

Castration phone sex has me eating your dick and balls! 

Castration phone sex

Castration phone sex has me eating your dick! Balls and devouring you whole! My teeth gnash and my tongue ring pokes through your foreskin as I take my hunger out on a delicious cock! No worries you are a immortal and tomorrow your cock will grow back just fine again. Though the pain still vibrates through your body every time I eat your cock and balls! So much delight I do take in your agony as your cock bleeds into my mouth. That cock meats blood is my wine of the hour and I greedily sip it down!

You cry out and I gnash more, taking a bite and gulping your penis flesh into my stomach. Later, I’ll shit it out into your mouth! The cycle of pain and pleasure continues, as your immortal body endures the torment and regeneration, feeding my insatiable hunger and sadistic desires. 

Cannibalism phone sex is where I eat balls and dick and make you suffer! I eat cock and balls and give them so much torture that you will never recover between feedings! 

Triple penetrated by multiple castrated cocks

Castration phone sex

 

An evil fuck kidnapped me, tied me up, abused and violated my wet, tiny tight pussy with castrated cocks. After he captured and killed many men he kept their bloody junk on a shelf in his demon dome where he sent me too for days.

Cock by cock my tight little twat was fucking rammed, smashed, pulled, poked, torn, and demolished by so many different sizes. Stretched and widened by a 13 incher, taken down to a 6 incher. Lubed up and spat on my capterer didn’t give a fuck about how much blood was oozing, dripping, leaking out of my stretched, torn the fuck up little tweaked out tiny twinkie. He got on his knees, shoved the massive monster up my cookie and put his mouth to catch the run off, dripping out off his lips, down his chin. He licked his fingers and then shoved his fudge filled finger down my throat. This sick fuck getting off, I could see the pre cummy bulge poppin from the top of his pants as I licked my lips, tasting and smelling my own clammy, damp, moist, tasty cunt, getting my torn up cunt cut up by dead cock, ringing my goth bell.

Cock and Ball Torture Sex Brings Me Pleasure

torture sexCock and ball torture sex is something that brings me so much pleasure. Perhaps you can say I am making this world better for women by neutering tiny dick losers, predators and abusers. Men falsely believe that their dicks are an entitlement. Cocks are a privilege. And I like to revoke privileges. Sometimes I do it for free. Sometimes I do it for a fee.

I always charge men more than I do women. Although I do not have girlfriends and I do not adhere to female bonding, some men I would not wish on my worst enemy. And Trevor appeared to be one such guy. He preys on Goth girls. He might not be a sexual predator; however, he is an asshole with a tiny dick. And I did not know about the tiny dick, until I had him strapped to my castration chair.

I got wind of the fact that this man would frequent Goth bars to look for women to date and use for their money. He dated this one girl that I know from the Goth bar scene and drained her bank accounts dry. Plus, he stole some vintage jewelry from her too. Word got around, and this sadistic phone sex bitch decided on payback. Not because I like this girl or even feel any solidarity with her. However, if his actions have no consequences, he will keep preying on Goth girls.

Men Need to Realize That Their Balls are a Privilege. And I Can Revoke Those Privileges Anytime I Want

I set him up. Made him think I wanted to date him and fuck him. Silly boy. Stupid too. I invited him over to my house last night. Spiked his drink. And when he woke up, he found himself naked and bound to my castration chair. Years ago, I inherited this old electrocution chair from the prison my grandfather ran. And I repurposed it. A plank extends from the middle of the chair. When my victim woke up, he found his cock and balls separated on this plank. His cock strapped to the plank, with his balls hanging down below through a hole in the piece of board.

He also discovered that I bound his wrists, head and ankles to the chair. And I placed a castration band called an elastrator on his testicles. It cuts the circulation from the balls. When this happens, the balls turn gangrene quickly. And that makes for easier removal with less blood loss. Although I did not want him to die from castration phone sex, I did want him to suffer. And I wanted him to live with the constant reminder of his actions.

Every action had a reaction. Men need to own up to their actions and suffer the consequences. And when they refuse to admit any wrong doing, I remove their balls so they will never prey on another woman again, especially not a Goth babe.

Snuff Phone Sex Because I’m Not Someone You Want to Mess With Ever

snuff phone sexSnuff phone sex, I do best. The gfe thing, I never do. Perhaps you could call me a black widow. I do not marry men to kill them for their money. However, I will kill a man for not listening to my verbal warnings to get lost or stop calling me baby. Most men see the look in my eyes and know I am not messing around. But some men just do not listen. Not my fault.

Last night, I went to my neighborhood Goth bar because I wanted a drink. Although I do not socialize in that bar, I know most of the regulars and they know me. The bartenders all know me, and what I like to drink. But everyone there also knows I am a loner. And I prefer it that way.

A guy came up to the bar, sat next to me and told the bartender to put my drinks on his tab. He was not a Goth boy or a Steampunk guy either. More like some suit and tie nerd. Even the bartender told him he best move along. But the nerd did not take the hint. So, I looked him right in the eye and said unless you leave now, I will give you free castration phone sex.

He laughed like he thought I might be joking. So, I showed him my knife. But only one. When I go out, I usually have about 5 strapped to my body. The fucking idiot challenged me with, “I’d like you to try, bitch.”

Men Need to Pay Attention to My Body Language and My Words

The bartender looked at the guy with shock on her face and told him he better run now. Even though I don’t do not socialize at this bar or any bar, everyone there has my back. In that place, I can get away with murder and mutilation. And I have many times. So, when this idiot did not heed the bartender’s warning, I unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock and prepared to chop his dick off in the bar.

This idiot thought I changed my mind and wanted to jack him off. Stupidity deserves extreme cock and ball torture sex. So, I sliced his entire dick off and watched the expression of confidence change to one of horror. He passed out. While he was down, I cauterized the wound to slow the bleeding. Other bar regulars helped me take him out of the bar and into his car.

 We drove his car to a park miles away to put him in the front seat. This way he would think he drove himself there. Oh, I drugged his beer.  But it did not kick in until after I severed his cock. I planned it that way. And as a final touch, I put his dick on the dashboard. If anyone finds him soon enough, they can likely sow it back on. He will not remember he was at the bar or how he lost his dick. But he will never come on to another woman again.

Sadistic phone sex finding the weakness and exploiting it.

Sadistic phone sex             Sadistic phone sex finding the weakness and exploiting it.  It must be remembered that everyone has something they fear. Being sadistic is finding it, exploiting it, hearing the blood curdling screams of torture.

            Next, we tie in the torture games with the sadistic mind set of a snuff whore like me. What do you get? A sadistic torture loving freak that has no boundaries, if they are made, I walk over them.

            Cocks and balls are meant to be to be infected and tied up. Clitoris gets the scalpel just like the penis. Circumcisions are meant to be torturous not some bar mitzvah. At the same time, I could see throwing a party to cut off the head of a penis.      

            Now that is wicked. Seriously, you get money to be mutilated. Mutilation phone sex parties I do so like it. Get your cock cut off and be mutilated and pay me to do it. Make it a party.

            To be sure the Jews got it right there. Quickly now, let’s all line up to have our dicks cut off and give money to one person and collect with the other hand at the same time. Who wouldn’t like that.

            Talk about being sadistic and finding a weakness to exploit. A whole religion does that.