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Castration Phone Sex Sunday

castration phone sexCastration phone sex Sunday has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it? I don’t know why, but the holiest of all days seems the best day for junk removal. I love following pervs and jagoffs to church. Seeing them there looking all pious with their families who are clueless about the proclivities of their husbands. Not everyone deserves to have testicles. They are for winners only. This morning my eye was on Martin. Several rumors  have circulated about how he likes to impregnate very young girls then not pay for his bastard offspring. I have heard he runs a little underground sex club for men who like young girls. He is a sex trafficker living in a gated community acting like his shit don’t stink. Now let me be clear here. I hate almost all young girls. I am not some pro brat. I just hate a hypocrite. Martin is running for local office. He wants to ban abortion, deny health care to unwed mothers and has quite the history of uber conservative speech. Yet, he is leading a double life; one extremely opposite to the one he projects. So, I took his balls. Actions have consequences. That was his motto when he said unwed mothers should not be a drain on the tax dollars of working citizens.

 As I had him chained to a chair in my basement, I played back his speech while showing him pictures of all the babies he has fathered and paid squat for. I gave him an option: be out as a hypocrite or get castrated. According to him that was not much of a choice. He called me some names, which I don’t take kindly too, so I chopped his balls off with no numbing cream. Didn’t even seal the wound, so he lost a lot of blood. Made him feel every ounce of pain. Shoved his worthless nuts down his mouth. Yep. I made him swallow his own balls. Seriously, Martin is what is wrong with the world. Smug, hypocritical bastards living in glass houses and throwing big ass bricks don’t deserve to reproduce. I prefer my men to own up and be proud of their actions. You like little girls? You like to torture women? You enjoy blood and gore? Wear your freak flag proudly and never lose your junk, unless you want to of course.

Biker Night

snuff phone sex aubreeI needed a drink last night after a crappy day at work, so I stopped at this bar called The Strap. It was full of hardcore bikers and when I walked through the door, I felt like a gazelle running right into a pack of lions at dinner time. “Well look at this tasty piece,” the biker nearest me said, and before my eyes adjusted to the darkness of the bar, he grabbed me around the waist and pushed me right into a booth where he was drinking with a couple of his buddies. “Who says no one puts ‘Baby’ in the corner?” he hoarsely chuckled, and the smell of whiskey and mint chew was unmistakable on his breath. Three cold beers and two tequilas later, I was going home with three horny bikers, riding bitch with the guy who was my doorman. He may have laid claim on me first, but all three took turns with me that night. I was on all fours for most of what I could remember, getting every hole pounded as the bikers took turns with me. Two would be fucking my pussy or mouth or ass, while one of them was taking a video of all the action. When Biker #1 rode me back to my car in the morning, he said if I wanted my hands on a copy of that video I had better show up at the bar the same time next week. No doubt I will be there. Those guys don’t realize I can take a whole lot more of what they can dish out. This week can’t go by fast enough…and now I have to go to work with a fucking hangover and smelling like a truck stop ho.