He didn’t learn his lesson from last time. I growing tired of him begging for food, begging for water. He is so fucking needy. I told him upfront that I was a kinky bitch. I guess he didn’t believe me. When I brought him home he thought he was going to get into my panties… Well now he looks so cute in my panties. His cock is so tiny because he is so cold and scared. He should be. I don’t like crybabies. He keeps begging me that his wife is going to start looking for him, that he doesn’t want her to find out that he was trying to cheat. I smiled and asked him how many times he has cheated. He tried to tell me this was his first time. No way, he was smooth and knew what he was doing. I had no idea he was married. I shoved my thin heel into his tied-up balls and asked him again. He screamed out 10. I pushed harder and he screamed out 19. I smiled and asked him what number I would have been? He spit on my shoes and said 20. I slammed my thin heel into his balls, I got my fucking heel stuck in his nut sac. He was screaming so loudly, for a man he was a little fucking bitch. This twat wanted to cheat on his wife so bad, he was wreckless. Now he is ball-less… HAHAHAH!! I think I am going to teach him a lesson for cheating on his wife so much. He just might not have a cock left when I’m done with him.
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Castration Phone Sex: Tis the Season To Whack off Nuts
Castration phone sex is one of my favorite calls. Tis the season to whack off testicles too. The holiday season brings out all the losers and sad sacks. In reality, the best gift a pathetic worthless piece of shit can give to the world is junk removal. If you are that pathetic you have NO business reproducing. I feel extra charitable too this time of year so I often give free ball removal services to the truly pathetic. Many men are down on their luck and can’t afford my services. In the holiday spirit, I remove their worthless junk for free. I met one such loser earlier in the week. He was panhandling on the street. He was telling tales of being a veteran, but I knew better. I went to high school with this piece of shit. He was con artist even then. Many veterans are homeless and need our help, but ass wipes like Charlie make folks leery of helping the truly homeless vets once they realize they have been scammed.
Charlie crushed on me in high school, so I saw my opportunity to give free junk removal to a bottom feeder. I told him I liked dirty sex so he didn’t need to shower. What a fucking moron to believe that line. More proof that he didn’t deserve testicles. I tied him to my bed for some kinky sex, but whacked off his balls instead of whacking him off. Blood sprayed my face, my sheets and my walls. Hot sticky blood of a total loser. I used an old rusty knife too. Dirty utensils for a dirty sorry ass man. He screamed in pain, pleaded for mercy. With rage in my eyes, I decided on some snuff sex too. I stabbed him deep in the belly. I gutted him like he was a pig and I was the butcher. Actually he was a pig and I am a butcher. A butcher of the worthless. A butcher of the annoying. A butcher of bitches. A butcher of losers. A butcher of brats. A butcher of YOU. It is going to be 24 days of murderous mayhem for me. Happy Holidays!
Ass Rape Porn Be A Fucking Star Fool!
This fucking fool will get his day of stardom in my ass rape porn movie for a sweet castrated ending. You do not mess with this Queen Bitch’s bike, EVER, unless you also wish to be in my castration phone sex movie of sweet demise. Fucking that bitches ass and castrating his fuck rod are only part of the fun I had. I really got off on watching him bleed out as I rubbed his blood all over my cunt as I rubbed my cunt into a squirting finally.
I can guarantee that any other fucking prick that tries to mess with my motorcycle will suffer much the same demise and I will enjoy every second of ramming his bitch hole with my big steel spiked encrusted strap-on. Just remember, you choose you fucking battles when you mess with my property.
Castration Phone Sex?
Castration phone sex is so much fun. You would be surprised how many guys are into it. I actually wasn’t surprised because so many losers I know in the real world want junk removal. They are just too scared to do it themselves. Well, that is what they tell me. I think they just say that because it is hotter to have a sick bitch take their nuts for them. I have all the tools of the trade too. In my basement, I have a castration chair. It is actually a refurbished execution chair. I got it at a prison auction. The fact that folks died in that chair turns me on. Creeps my castration victims out, but that is part of the fun for me. I like to tell them ghastly stories about the men sentenced to die for heinous crimes in the very chair I am removing their ball sac on.
A couple nights ago, Lenny paid for my junk removal services. As I had him strapped down in the chair, I told the tale of an infamous serial killer who took his last breath where he was sitting. Poor thing pissed himself. He definitely did not deserve his balls if a little ghost story scared the piss out of him. Testicles are for winners. Too many man think they are entitled to reproduce just because they have balls. Nope. Some men are so stupid it is amazing they remember how to breathe. Not to mention some have such small dicks that the small dick gene should never be passed on. Lenny was one such loser. Two inch dick at best. His balls were huge in comparison. I separated his cock and balls. Used the castration band to cut off the circulation to his balls. Left it on for about an hour while I told him snuff sex horror stories. The longer that band stays on, the easier it is to remove the junk. They practically pulled right off. A nice painful yank and a snip snip with garden shears and he was without balls. In spirit of Halloween, I got a bit gruesome. I used a hot cast iron skillet to stop the bleeding instead of a soldering pen. He kept passing out. But, I would smack him back awake. I still needed the rest of his payment. So who needs my junk removal services?
Castration or just Torture phone sex?
Some men are fucking stupid for calling me for Torture phone sex. I push them over the edge they didn’t know they had. Take Jerry for example. Jerry begged and begged to be my bitch. He begged me to make him mine. To break him and make him my little puppy bitch. Poor little Jerry had no idea what he was asking for. As he begged me to make him my bitch I started started to tease his balls with my feet. My toes were covered in stocking and I was squishing his balls as he begged. Once I started to make him scream and he continued to beg I started to tie each of his balls up. I made it tight. Making him scream loudly and his veins were starting to show in his neck. He begged for more. So I started tying. I didn’t stop to wait for more begging. I continued as he just started screaming non stop. Now he was my little bitch. Now he was going to anything and everything I told him to do so he can keep his cock. I pulled my panties off and stood in-front of him. I told him to make me cum before I ripped his dick off. He started licking and tongue fucking my pussy, screaming into my cunt as he tried to make me cum. It was such a turn on, knowing I had the power. I could rip his cock off and end his family name. Each time I tugged the harder he licked my pussy. I Started to shake, pulled on the rope causing his extreme pain as I came all over his face. He was such a good little bitch. I think I’ll keep him for a while.
Snuff Sex with Venus: Not Your Victim or Your Girlfriend
Snuff sex with me only goes one of two ways. You are my accomplice or my victim. I need to be clear that I am a sadistic dominant bitch because some folks are too stupid to read the bios or look at our blogs and too dumb to make inferences from my pictures. There is nothing about me that suggests victim. I don’t look like a victim and I don’t write like one either. But not a day goes by that some stupid mother fucker gets his panties in a bunch when I snap at the suggestion that he force fuck me or abuse me in any way. Here are my rules. Don’t try to dominate me and certainly don’t try to make me your girlfriend. I don’t spoon. I knife. So if you attempt to treat me like a victim or your girlfriend you get knifed. Maybe I cut your balls off since you are clearly too stupid to bread. Perhaps I gut you like a pig and piss in your entrails. You want a girlfriend check out our vanilla site (www.sophisticatedhotties.com). You want a victim, learn to read mother fucker. We have victims listed on this site, or you can check out a page dedicated to victims (www.submissivewhore.com) so your little pea brain doesn’t get confused. Consider this an altruistic warning because the next shit for brains that calls me to chit chat about his day or put his worthless little prick in my ass will not live to make another taboo phone sex call again.
Bloody fucking nightmare
The whole ride there, there was no sound from the trunk. I honestly thought he had killed her, yet she lived.
We’re in the chamber now, some dugout hell hole fucking basement that I know will be the last home I ever know.
He undoes her bindings, leaving the cloth over her eyes. She makes some mewling sounds but seems still unconscious.
He bent low over her, to bring her arms above her head, and she springs to life, clasping her arms around his shoulders, her legs around his waist, clawing at his flesh through his clothes. Blood covers her face as she shreds a deep chunk from his cheek and throws him to the floor.
Springing up, she kicks the back of his head, turning his lights out. She straightens, puts her beautiful foot on his fucking windpipe, oh so casually.
Sitting there stunned at what I just witnessed, all I can do is shiver and piss my panties.
This beautiful female standing before me, still somehow blindfolded, blood dripping down her chin and chest, outlining her nipples through her white shirt. She slowly reaches up, removing the cloth from her eyes and locks onto mine. My blood runs cold, even as my cunt runs hot. This is no mere murder rapist, this is a pure predator.
“Hey cutie, shall we have some fun? This one’s been a bad fucking boy, hunting on my turf like a greedy, clumsy baby. Don’t worry, little cunt. You have a new mistress now, and we’re gonna teach this douche bag a lesson he won’t live to forget.”
Blood, so much blood. He’s laying there, unrecognizable after her attentions. The bloody stump of his shredded dick dripping from the hole his lips used to line. His ass full of his own tongue. Deep bloody gouges that used to be nipples. She stands over his body, using his hand, amputated just below the elbow to fist fuck her psycho cunt, squirting blood and her pussy juice into the gaping, jellied cavern which used to house his internal organs. As she comes, she looks to me, licking the blood from her lips, beckoning me to her.
Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. What the fresh fucking hell am I in for now?
Unique Dinner with a Friend
I was invited to dinner with a friend last night, and I was so excited to go. Little did I know what sort of dinner it was going to be. When I got there, there was the wonderful aroma of cooking going on in the kitchen, but the strange thing was the dining room. The living room was situated directly across from it, so you could see straight into it from the front door. And, hanging over a plastic-coated table was a naked man. Before I knew what was happening, I was being ushered into the dining room by a masked naked house boy. My friend came in shortly after, and she handed me a blade. The man stared at me in fear, appearing to beg with his eyes. When she crawled on the table and started licking and sucking at his cock, you saw him visibly relax, and I crawled up to help with his balls and ass hole. I realized what was going on the moment it happened. She waited until he was fully erect with a full sack to slice the cock and balls free. The screaming went on for minutes before the blood loss finally knocked him unconscious. We ate his cock and balls, and she explained that the rest of him would be properly butchered and stored for later meals.
Taboo Phone Sex Accomplice
Taboo phone sex calls are what I enjoy the most. There are too many sick and twisted things I enjoy, however, to name them all. Lately, I have been enjoying a lot of accomplice calls. I sure do love to help end a life or bring extreme pain to someone, usually some whore ex or little whores in the making. Today I got to help bring revenge on to the asshole who stole this guys’ hot bitch. His former best friend too. Apparently the girlfriend stealing ex friend has a massive cock that he brags about. He mocks his friends with little dicks and uses his endowment to steal away the ladies. Now, personally, I got no issue with guys with big dicks. It is the tiny dick losers who annoy the fuck out of me. But, I was his accomplice and I loved the idea of putting a cocky son of a bitch in his place. I pretended to be lost. He invited me in clueless that I meant him harm. Once he saw my big ass knife, he listened to my every instruction. I had him masturbate for me. At the moment he was shooting his cum so easily for a knife wielding stranger, I chopped his cock off. It was big and made a thud as it hit the floor. Really couldn’t hear the thud over the screaming and crying, but it was big enough to make a thud. He passed out pretty quickly thankfully. Shock took over. I took some pictures but grabbed the dick as a trophy. In case didn’t bleed out, no way was his dick getting reattached. I bagged the 10 inch cock, put it on ice and delivered it to my accomplice. He then mounted it like a deer head over his fireplace. Total trophy hunter. He sent a picture of him standing under the severed cock to his cheating lover with a sign that said, “Who has the big cock now.” I love my sick accomplice calls.
Castration Phone Sex Fever
Castration phone sex follows full moon fever. Men want my junk removal services in far higher numbers after a full moon. There is something about a lunar eclipse that makes people crazy. The term lunatic is centuries old and was coined after people started exhibiting crazy behavior following the lunar cycles. I don’t know if I believe the moon makes people crazy. I think it is just an excuse to act on your darker desires. You can later say, “the moon made me do it.” But, following every full moon, I see an increase in junk removal calls and personal requests to castrate men who know I will do it for them. So last full moon was Aug 18. The very next day, I was flooded with not only castration calls, but 23 personal requests for junk removal. That was a record in one day. Did I do it you ask? Hell yes. Not only does it make my cunt wet to cut off some loser’s testicles, but I make them pay for the honor of my time. I’m doing all the work. I’m taking all the risk because the stupid law says a man cannot consent to castration. It is viewed as mutilation to the body and no one can legally consent to that. I know. Stupid laws.
There are plenty of wise men who know they don’t deserve balls; they are just total chicken shits and can’t do it themselves. I have a castration chair and all the tools necessary to take your balls and prevent you from bleeding out. Most of the time, I prevent you from bleeding out. But one of my 23 full moon fever guys may have not survived. Consider this a warning. If you pay me to take your junk, there is no wiggle room to back out. If you are strapped to the chair already, you are losing your nuts. And, don’t say you are going to turn me into the cops. Well don’t say it unless you want to lose your junk and star in a snuff porn too. So who needs junk removal today?













