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Castration Phone Sex is My Fav

castration phone sexWhen guys ask me what my favorite kind of call is, I never hesitate when I say castration phone sex. It might surprise you how many calls a week I get for this. I’m prepared too. My grandpa ran a prison. When it was shut down and merged with a new modern prison, I inherited some memorabilia. My favorite is the old death row chair. If this chair could talk! It would tell a tale about lots of men needing their nuts removed so they wouldn’t get their lives erased. If you made P men eunuchs, perhaps their urges for little ones would be harder to act on. If you lobbed off the balls of murderers perhaps they wouldn’t feel the need to kill so often. Testosterone makes men crazy. If you castrated men who attack women because they know they can’t get fucked without force, perhaps they wouldn’t be about to get it up to do the deed. If men with naughty desires came to me first, I could solve the problem of overcrowded prisons. Of course, there are just tiny dick losers and pain sluts who can benefit from junk removal too. This former death row chair is now a castration chair. Straps used to stop a prisoner from convulsing, keep you from seizing from the pain. The little cup underneath designed to collect the piss and shit a prisoner leaves when exiting this world, collect your testicles now. The plank for bracing limbs when a prisoner’s body goes into shock from electrocution, separates your cock from your balls for me. This chair has the souls of dead criminals in it. Now it has the blood and tears of losers who don’t deserve their balls.  I have the sharp knife, castration bands, booze, mouth bit and soldering pen. You just bring your worthless balls. I’m ready for taboo phone sex. Are you?

Accomplice Phone Sex w/ Evil Goddess Gray

Your Evil Goddess of accomplice phone sex loves when you grovel at my feet begging for my attention. You beg me to use you and your petty little mind fails to understand that you will NOT survive my attention. As a sadistic phone sex seductress it is imperative that I get off on the torment of useless men.

Feeling sorry for your pathetic ass I decided to be humored by your presence and demanded that you undress for me. I needed to see if you were worthy in other ways… unfortunately, you are not. I barely was able to contain myself in my laughter when I saw that your fucking male member was as useless as you and immediately took a butcher knife to it. Your horror and shock turned me on so fucking much but not nearly as much as your screams and the blood. Oh the Blood! I was ecstatic in how fucking much a lacerated penis can bleed and lapped up that deep red sustenance that fuels my need to fuck.

Sadly, you bleed out and lose consciousness as I tried to force you to watch as my big beastly monster with a massive 16″ cock is fucking my cunt into pure ecstasy. My beast eats severed cocks like a delicacy as it truly is a total aphrodisiac for him, and in turn I get the kind of fucking I need to fuel my evil ways. His demon seed pours inside of me empowering me with it’s magical essence, it is my addiction.

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Snuff Sex: You Can’t Outsmart a Sadistic Bitch

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Snuff sex is the best sex. I picked this guy up at this Steam Punk bar I go to often. He wasn’t really a goth or Steam Punk guy. He just had a thing for goth bitches like me. I wasn’t going to marry him. He just looked like a good fuck. Had money too from the way he was dressed and the gold Amex card he used for his tab. He bought me drinks all night. He was an out of town business man. Married of course. He took his ring off to hit on me, but I saw the tan line still. Nothing much gets by me. Again, his marital status didn’t matter to me. I was fucking him, not marrying him. His hotel was nice. One of those ritzy sky rise places downtown. I felt like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman, but I wasn’t a hooker. All eyes were on the Goth girl as she walked in on the arm of older, wealthy frequent flyer. All the staff knew his name. We get to his room and he pours me some Absinthe. The kind that is illegal in the US because of its potency. Something was up. My gut was going off, but I wanted to see it through. I scanned the hotel room. It was clear from little things his wife was on this trip with him. Threesome? I started acting drunk. I figured if I acted out inebriated, his true intentions might come out. They did.

He wanted me to kill his wife. In fact, if I didn’t kill her, he would kill her make it look like I did it. He paraded me through the hotel lobby like a show pony. Everyone would remember the Goth girl at the Carlton. My finger prints were on the glass. He was smart, just not smart enough.  I fucked him so his DNA would be inside of me; slipped him a roofie in his drink, waited for him to pass out, then I used his phone to text his wife. Waited for her to come back to the room. She wasn’t happy to see me, but I had her cheating, contract killer hiring husband tied up spread eagle. I explained his plot to her. It’s her money he likes to spend, so I made a deal with her. I castrated her sorry excuse for a husband so he couldn’t cheat on her anymore. In fact, she helped me. She would be my alibi if he tried to go to the cops.  She would divorce him and share with the police his murder for hire scheme should he try any bullshit again. I cut his balls off with so much joy. Used a rusty blade. Let him bleed enough to scare the fuck out of him, then cauterized the wound. I left her his worthless balls so she could keep them in her purse. Never mess with a sadistic bitch or a wealthy wife.

Evil Phone Sex w/ The Queen of Sin

Good! There you are right where I hoped to find you so we can continue our evil phone sex fun. I will own your pathetic ass and those fucking balls… well you won’t be needing them anymore, bitch! See this wonderful electric carving knife, well I am going to have a ball or two with it!

Oh, look at your eyes growing so big while that clitoris you call a dick is shriveling up like a good little worm. You won’t struggle to much in that straight jacket so you may as well just relax and enjoy the pain and blood! I guarantee you will be a better woman than you ever imagined once that pathetic cock and balls are removed.

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Killer Phone Sex Fun with a Friend

killer phone sexKiller phone sex fantasies are my specialty. As a young girl, everyone called me Wednesday Addams because of my morbid fascination with death. Now, I never killed animals like most serial killers. I like animals. It’s people I hate. I am not really a serial killer either. Serial killers murder out of compulsion and they have a type of person they kill, along with a pattern. I kill because I want to, not because I need to. Sometimes I kill for money; other times I kill because the world doesn’t need another asshole or annoying brat. I am more like an angel of death than a serial killer. My killing is compassionate killing for the living. I have this girlfriend who was being harassed and stalked by a total loser. I mean she is a hot model. Statuesque beauty who can have any man she wants. Why would she waste time with a small dick loser? Especially one with no money. I threatened him once. I only give you one warning to back off. The second time we tango, you die. I don’t have the time nor the energy to waste giving warning after warning. Plus, how do I carry any weight if I have no follow through. I want to be taken seriously as a snuff porn queen. Brandon didn’t heed my warning. He also didn’t heed the court’s warning when he walked right through that restraining order. Just like Earle, Brandon had to die. My friend went with me. She was my accomplice and ticket into his gated home. He still lived with mommy and daddy at 35. How pathetic is that? They travel the world, so they were not home. Once we were in, he saw me. Rightfully so, he was scared. He tried to run, but I tossed a bottle at his head and down he went. I wanted to slit his throat immediately, but there is no fun in that. I tied him to his bed spread eagle and naked. Chopped off his balls so I could use them as a ball gag. Aimee did the honors and whacked off his pecker. We let him bleed out slowly and painfully, waited until the shock sunk in, then we sliced an artery and left to have dinner. He had no friends. His parents won’t find him for two weeks. Don’t be a loser or an asshole and you get to live.

Evil Phone Sex Fuels My Devilish Ways

My interest is always sparked by the erotic dark side of things and evil phone sex fuels just that. Your twisted mind and evil thoughts of the things you wish to do to your cheating girlfriend and her lover are all you need. I will be your sadistic phone sex apprentice in this hideous plan of debauchery. Now let’s not wait forever as I have a need to cause some trouble.

I wait with the van running for the two of them to show up to his apartment. Once I catch eye of them two of my biker buddies will jump out and toss black pillow cases over their heads and zip tie their wrists as they haul them into the back of the van. You are waiting at the gangs warehouse for us to return. We shove them in and sit them down as their ankles are bound to the chair legs. Removing the covers they now see you, four of my brutal looking biker buddies and myself before them. I am licking the blade of my knife as I circle your Girlfriend and rubbing the point of the knife across her neck enjoying the fear in her eyes and her whimpers. My buddies grab her lover and star roughing him up hitting him with chains and kicking him in the head and ribs.

They rough him up good and force her to watch as they each take turns sodomizing the low life fucking loser. She begs and pleas for you to get them to stop and we aren’t having that. I slice her clothes off, and slap her around. I go over to her lover and in a quick slash of my blade I castrate the mother fucker. She cries out and I toss you a chain to bash her in the head with. As her mouth is bloody I tell you to skull fuck the cunt. As you skull fuck her useless mouth I grab my huge spiked strap on and cut her ankles free yanking her out f the chair I toss her down and start to fuck her slut cunt with my cock weapon making her bleed and go into shock. I then command you to sodomize her. 

We bash the crap out of her bloodied body and dismember both of them and toss their bloody meaty limbs to our wolf pack in the woods behind. I then fuck you with our bodies covered in their blood.

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Killer Phone Sex Fantasies: I Kill Brats and Stupid Men

killer phone sexWhat are your killer phone sex fantasies? I have so many. This political season has made me even more violent. Are you on Face Book? I was, but after seeing so many stupid political posts and bickering between sides I decided to shut it down. But, not before I made a list of fucking assholes. A hit list. I am a bitch in charge. Two things I despise: brats and stupid men. I know right? Stupid men is so broad. Let me break this down for you in case you are one such stupid man. If you engage me in conversation and don’t like the fact that I have a brain I use and you take the low road and make comments about my appearance because you can’t handle being  outsmarted by a woman, you are a stupid man. If you treat women as sex objects and think Lady Gaga is fat, well you are a stupid man. If you think you are god’s gift to women and you are balding, with a pot belly, a minimum wage job and a small dick, you sir are a stupid man. If you think women are just here to serve you and that we should be seen and not heard, you are a stupid man. I hunt, torture, castrate, even kill stupid men. And let me tell you, I have been on one hell of a killing spree lately. I fancy myself a champion of humanity. I get rid of stupid men so they can’t breed more stupid men. Some of you are worthwhile. You know your place; would never try to dominate or insult me. Some of you make worthy accomplices. Guys who share my disdain for little whores  or even stupid people. Consider yourself warned. If you call me and you act like a stupid man, I will chop your balls off, maybe even your head. I am a sadistic bitch in charge. I take no shit, especially not from a stupid man.

Knife Play Phone Sex Keeps Me Busy

knife play phone sex Knife play phone sex is popular with me. I love sharp objects because they serve many purposes in my life. I have quite the collection too. I think my knife collection would make Michael Myers envious. I have been fascinated with them since I was a little girl. I much prefer to be a knife wielding bitch than a gun toting whore. There is no skill in a gun fight. It is luck and if your victim has no gun, it’s an easy kill. A knife fight requires precision and is an equal fight, well in theory it is at least. I have honed my craft over the years thanks to annoying fucks, tiny dick losers and spoiled brats. I can chop a cock or balls off with one clear slice. I can stab to kill, paralyze or disfigure with one hand movement. If you live after I stab you, it is because I want you to live. I don’t miss my mark whether it be your balls, your throat or your heart. I did a little handiwork this weekend. I have a signature slice like a graffiti artist’s tag. I know it is recognized because cops and coroners have mentioned it in news stories.

With a few exceptions, I kill or castrate folks who deserve it, so the police rarely investigate. Most of the folks I castrate actually pay me to do it so they say nothing unless end up in ER with a nasty infection. I had a Catholic priest pay me recently to remove his balls so he will stop molesting little boys. Not really because he was remorseful and wants to curb his desires for young boys. More because he will not be able to hide from the law forever if he keeps getting busted by folks in his Parrish. Can only be moved around to churches for so long before the law finds you when you can’t keep your hands of little boy dick. Pretty sure the Diocese paid for his  junk removal because priests have no money. As I cut off his dirty balls, I told him I would castrate all the priests in Boston for a flat fee. I was not at all surprised when a check from the Diocese of Boston sent me a very large check. Good think I have a lot of knives. I’m going to be a very busy girl the next few weeks. Don’t worry though, I can squeeze your worthless balls in too.

Castration phone sex : The missing jewels

Castration phone sex

After many drinks for Sailor Jack and a couple for me and my Mistress, Jack asked if there was a quiet place that we could all go. Jack was feeling no pain when he got into back of the cab between Mistress and myself, spreading his arms around us both. As Jack leaned his head on the headrest, we played with his belt and zipper. And soon we had his throbbing hard cock out, stroking it with our cheeks and mouths, Jack was in heaven. When we got to the hotel, Jack paid the cab driver. and we all went inside. As we playfully unbutton his shirt, tickling his nipples and belly button, lightly sucking and licking them. We manage to get his shirt off and loosen his belt and pants. Jack’s hard throbbing dick ticked back and forth, like waiting on us impatiently. We got down on our knees and I sucked on his low-hanging balls while Mistress took his rod inside her mouth. Jack moaned with pleasure as he grabbed her head and shoving her mouth down onto his cock, making her gag. He was about to spurt too soon when I nipping him on one of his balls, stopping his orgasm straight in its tracks. We gave him some of our home-made liquor, infused with fruits and whey. He guzzled it down and quickly became drunker than what he was. At this time he was hornier than he could ever remember- just the opposite of what alcohol usually does. But now he was getting physically getting weak and his mind became foggy. He said his legs became weak and tingly and his arms were heavy. He fell to his knees and was out cold. We rolled him over on his back and have our own fun. His cock remained hard and we giggled with glee. Mistress comes to me and kisses my neck, slides her hand down to my skirt. She lifts the front and slides my panties to the side. Her fingers slide into my wet and hot crevice. I fondled her breast  as my other hand also ran under her skirt. We stood there in pure lust for what seemed forever. We were both hot and ready for more. She mounted her wet cunt over his still erect cock and tells me to put my round ass in the air. As she plunged onto his rod, she fingers my ass. Almost about to cum, I stand and sit on his hips. While she rides him, I make our pussy’s and clits rub together. We kiss and we cum at the same time. Jack wakes up hours later. He’s disoriented and in pain. When he tries to stand, he falls back because of the pain. The pain is the worst he’s ever felt. He looks down to where the pain is radiating and notices white gauze and tape around his testicles. His shaking hand goes towards the wrapping and slowly unwraps. He sits there in shock at what he’s seeing. He sees his penis slumped to the side and realizes his balls were gone.

Evil Phone Sex Castrating Methods

I love a chance to explore my desires with evil phone sex, and methods of castration are essential to explore, for me anyway. There is a special kind of fuckwad that castration phone sex is suitable for and I met one the other night. This individual really thought he could push me around! Tisk tisk little did he know he chose the wrong “Bitch” to try having his way with.

Evil Phone Sex Dusty

Oh, don’t worry, I did lead him on, of course, and with one plan in mind! I’m going to cut this fuckwads prick off and he won’t see the light of another day! I hate dickheads like him and he will bleed the fuck out! I let him grope at me and acted completely dumb drunk just to make sure I get him to leave with me.

I get him out the door and tell him my ride is around back. The back of this club is a series of old warehouses and I have my set up in one of them for just such an occasion. We start making out and groping hard up against my truck when I push him away and mention we should go back in one of the buildings so I could fuck his brains out. It didn’t require much more than a mention and a tug. We were in my spot and I had his pants open and his unremarkable prick out as his hands were working up my skirt. I stroked his fuckstick a little as I allowed him a few seconds to really get into the heat of the moment. I leaned down and yanked my knife out of my boot and put it to his throat as I shoved him down on a mattress I had in there, covered in plastic already.

His lust, and all the blood flowing to the other head had him somewhat confused as I was straddling him on the mattress. In seconds I had made a quick stroke with my blade across the base of his scrotum and started to bleed him as he screamed.