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Castration Phone Sex: A Deal is a Deal

castration phone sexDo you have castration phone sex fantasies? If you dream of having your dick or balls lobbed off, you are in the right place. I will not prevent you from mutilating your genitals. In fact, I will egg you on. The problem is that most men with fantasies of getting their balls chopped off, lack the balls to actually do it. That is why guys call me or hire me for castration. I don’t back off. Once you have paid me, your balls are coming off regardless if you get cold feet or not. Jeremy paid me $3,000 to castrate him then tried to back off. Maybe some women would be like oh that’s free money. Not me. They way I view it is if you pay to have your nuts chopped off, you don’t deserve to have them, and you certainly don’t deserve to reproduce. The world doesn’t need another looser. He thought he could fool me by giving me a fake name, but I ran his prints on the money he gave me. I have connections. I showed up at his place last night and did the job I was paid to do. If he would have played by the rules, I would have sedated him and given him a clean cut. Instead, I gave him nothing for the pain and I used a jagged blade. Instead of sealing the wound properly, I used my hair straightener. I left Jeremy in need of medical attention. I will leave you the same way if you try to back out of an agreement. A deal is a deal.

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies for Women

rape phone sex fantasiesGirls like me have rape phone sex fantasies too. No, I am not submissive. No, I am not talking about you force fucking me. Just the opposite actually. Last night, I made my fantasy a reality. I bought this super huge dildo to peg a guy’s ass. I didn’t which guy until last night, but my special large dildo was in my purse just in case I met him.  I did. I knew who he was the moment I heard the way he was talking to his wife in public. I waited and watched. Eventually, he went to the bathroom. It was a dark night club, so no one could make me out from a distance. I walked into the men’s room right behind him, pushed him in a stall. I am scrappy. I had his pants torn off as I was putting on my huge strap-on for some ass rape porn in a night club bathroom. Did I mention, I bedazzled my strap-on with razor blades? When I fucked his ass, I shredded it too. His entire asshole was mutilated. I let him know that I could sever his dick too if I wanted. He was going to need medical attention when I was done, but he could live or die. The choice was his. If he wanted to live, he needed to treat his wife better. If he wanted to die, then he could fight me. He wanted to die. He put up a fight; he started yelling something about no bitch telling him how to treat another bitch. He had an average dick, nothing to warrant his cockiness. Well, he had an average dick until I cut it off and flushed it down the toilet. I left him bleeding out on the bathroom floor. I went and joined his wife at her table. We had to celebrate the gruesome, violent death of her misogynistic asshole husband. No woman will have to say me too with me around.

 

Hotel Torture Sex

torture sexTorture sex is what got him off. I picked him up in a high-class bar. I was dressed respectfully. I was not looking to be a submissive whore. Not that night at least. I thought we had a connection. He was married too, just looking for a little fun on the side. His hotel room was one of the classiest places I had ever seen. Way out of my league, but I knew it was just sex. When I came out of the bathroom, he jumped me and tied me up to his hotel bed. He just kept laughing about what a whore I was because I came back to a hotel with a stranger. I thought he just wanted to fuck. I was not prepared for snuff sex. He put a ball gag in my mouth so I wouldn’t draw attention to his room. He spent an hour doing all sorts of things to my pussy. He fisted my cunt. He fucked me with a 12-inch fat dildo. He stapled my pussy lips to my flesh, so my cunt stayed open. He pierced my clit too. I think I might have died in his room if it had not been for the front desk calling to inform him his wife was downstairs. He untied me and pushed me out the door super fast. I had to pull the staples out of my own pussy causing a bloody painful mess. I should have said something to his wife, but I was afraid he might kill me if I lingered. I ran down the stairwell to catch an elevator. I was a hot mess. I am sure folks in the swank hotel thought I was some druggy hooker whore. I know better than to try to speak out against men as sadistic as he was. It never ends well for me. I was alive and that was all that mattered.

Snuff Porn Auction

snuff pornWhen you are a snuff porn actress, you have a deviant mind. I had this idea for some fast cash to pay the rent. I would auction myself off to the highest bidder on the dark web. I hid my IP address. I set up a Venmo account and told the viewers I had a death wish. I rambled about what a worthless whore I was and that I wanted to die a violent and gruesome death. I let men bid for the pleasure of killing me. I even let them pay for me to cut myself and do other things that would mutilate my body. I thought I hid my IP well enough not to be found. It was bogus. I just wanted to steal money from wealthy sickos. My plan backfired. Mr. X showed up at my place last night intent on collecting his package. That package was me. I tried to tell him I would give the money back. I had not spent all of it yet. He didn’t want his money. He wanted his snuff sex slave. He tied me up to my bed. Next to my bed, on my side table, he laid out a some scary instruments. This dude was seriously going to get what he paid for. He started by pulling out my teeth. When he started to drill with no numbing meds, I screamed bloody murder. He was a sadist and I was his victim. Mr. X was some computer genius who traced me even through a hidden IP address. He ruined my mouth. Pulled out most of my teeth, left holes in the rest. My mouth was bloody. I was sick from the pain and swallowing blood. I begged him to kill me. He made me ugly, so very ugly. I didn’t want to live. He carved an X on my forehead as a reminder that I am just a dumb whore and cannot outsmart anyone. Now, I really want to die.

Castration Phone Sex: My Form of Charity

castration phone sexCastration phone sex has a special place in my cold dark heart. Why? Because I am a chartable sadistic. Taking your junk is my way of giving back to the universe. I am not one of these politically correct women. I know there is no such thing as equality. Most men are no where close to being my equal. They are so far beneath me that the shit on my boot has a higher status than them. I do my part by making sure the men who are below shit, can’t procreate. The world needs less men with small dicks and tiny minds to boot in this world. Plus, I love torture sex and cutting off a loser’s testicles is pure torture, physical and mental anguish.  Inflicting both gets me wet. Anyway, I am digressing. A friend of mine told me about this dirty old man showing his dick to them at work. He is the boss, owns the business she works for too, so the women workers have endured his sexual harassment for years. I asked her if it was at least big and she showed me a picture she snapped of him last week. Her and some co-workers are trying to build evidence for a class action suit. I told her there is a cap on the money she’d get in such a case and encouraged sweet, poetic revenge instead. You would think an older man showing his dick to hot younger girls would at least have something worth showing. He had a tiny dick. His balls had to go. I was happy to cut them off for her. She loved my sadistic phone sex mind. I showed up at the office like I was robbing the place. I had the boss by knife point. I made him strip naked in front of his female employees. I think he had some twisted fantasy that I would make him do something to the women. Instead, I cut his balls off in front of them as they cheered.  His blood sprayed them, but that was a small price to pay for knowing their harasser will never harass them again. Now that is women empowering women.

Taboo Phone Sex: Do You Have a Rare Creepy Fetish?

taboo phone sexBeing a taboo phone sex goddess, I encounter men with all sorts of weird fetishes. Kevin had one that was rare and beyond creepy. Have you heard of Formicophilia? It is a sexual arousal from insects and spiders. I had to look it up when he found me on the dark net. He was willing to pay me good money to make his rare fetish fantasy a reality. I am a sick bitch and a greedy one too, so I booked a session and I went to this farm known for selling all sorts of creepy crawlies. I came back with a few tarantulas. Luckily, I am not like most women. I don’t have arachnophobia. I may not like spiders, but they don’t scare me like they do most women. I took him to my kill shack in the woods just in case this turned into a snuff sex session and I had to get rid of his body. I had no clue if he would have a heart attack or not. I asked him if he wanted some whisky, but he was brave. I made him strip naked. I tied him spread eagle to my bed. I was all set to blindfold him, but he wanted to see the creepy crawlies on his body. He was a sick fuck, but he was paying me $3,000 because he was too much of a wuss to do this himself. I dumped big hairy spiders all over his body. Spiders that could bite him and send him into shock or even kill him. His body trembled, but his dick was hard. This Formicophilia really was a fetish for him. The moment one of those 8-legged freaks crawled on his dick, he started oozing pre-cum. What the fuck? He was aroused from a spider that could kill him being on his dick. He was too sick a fuck to live and reproduce. I let the spiders bite him everywhere. As the one bit his dick, he came, then went into some sort of anaphylactic shock and died with a smile on his face. Good thing I got his money up front. Think you can top his rare fetish?

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Glued and Stapled Shut

accomplice phone sexI wanted nothing more to catch this bitch who owed me money. She eluded me for fucking days. A street walking whore who looked so sweet you could eat her up. I knew she was a pain slut the minute I laid eyes on her and she had wanted me to fuck her and slice her while her boyfriend watched. I did as commanded but she also said she wanted me to cut his dick off for her and make him a girl for her. Now if I don’t snuff them out I require medical help. I needed to have help and I did. I made a nice clean sharp cut as he was screaming for mercy and my doctor friend made it so he would be able to pee like a good little bitch. Now moss thing was using him in her sex plays for money and I haven’t been paid. I finally caught her in the bar bathroom she frequents. I demanded my money and she whimpered and said she didn’t have it. So I took my chloroform and knocked her out cold. I super glued and stapled her pussy lips shut. She wouldn’t be making money anytime soon. As she started to come around I had my burly black friend help this ‘Drunk” whore to my car. When we arrived at his house he paid me my money. He was going to love ripping her open and fucking her massacred pussy violently. Too bad I couldnt stay to watch but he promised to upload it to his underground snuff site for me.

Castration Phone Sex in 2019

castration phone sexIs castration phone sex your New Year’s resolution? It should be if you have a worthless dick. Everyone knows that if a man has a big dick, his father likely had a big dick too. That means if daddy had a small dick, son does too. So, the only way to ensure that small dick losers go away, is castrating them. I wish I could castrate all the small dick losers, but I can’t. What I can do, however, is make sure the small dick losers in my state don’t procreate. Some men come to me willingly to take their nuts; others, I must just take them against their will. I took Troy’s nuts at the stroke of midnight on New Year’s. He didn’t see it coming. We were naked in my living room drinking champagne. He thought he was going to fuck me. No fucking way. He was stupid to think he would get lucky with a one-inch dick.  He was shocked as fuck when he realized I was holding his severed balls in my hands. He passed out at the sight of his blood. I slapped him back awake and shoved his balls in his mouth. I thought about stopping the bleeding because he was making a mess of my kitchen, but I decided against it because he was crying and whimpering like a fucking pansy. He didn’t survive much of 2019. He bled out before 2 hours into this year. I was drunk and that made me careless. I’m rarely careless, so I had to chop his body up in the bathtub and cook his flesh. I ate part of him yesterday, but the rest is in the freezer packaged like hamburger. His bones I boiled to get the flesh off them, so I could grind them up. It took me most of New Year’s Day to clean up the mess, but if you don’t tell, no one will suspect me. He is just another loser no one will miss.

12 Days of Castration Phone Sex Continues

castration phone sexCastration phone sex? Chop off your balls, Paul. Cut off your dick, Mick. I love making rhymes for losers who need their junk removed. It is the 12 Days of Castration Christmas. A few days left, and I have been super busy. For every loser I castrate for free, I castrate several for pay. Last night, this rich prick Brock got his balls removed. He was one not by choice. His wife paid me my largest some yet to mutilate her husband’s cheating genitals. Castrate your cock, Brock. He is a boy’s club sort of man. Comes from money, makes money and puts his dick in every stripper and Hooters’ girl across the US. Not to mention, he spends more money on sluts than his wife and son. She wants to stay married to him but wants to make him unable to fuck. Brock is my favorite kind of man to mutilate down below. Self intitled and lacking a desire to be castrated. Wifey asked for a dirty castration too. A healthy bacterial infection between the legs makes a man appreciate what he has more. Wifey let me in the house on a night he was home. She drugged him as instructed. When I arrived, he was not happy. I don’t look like the kind of woman he associates with. I spelled out his dirty deeds. I told him his punishment. He made me a counter offer to mutilate his wife. He pissed me off from the get-go, so his wife stripped him naked and I used his belt to separate his cock from his balls. Normally, I’d use a castration band to dull the pain and stop the blood flow, but I wanted this prick to feel the pain. Loser passed out on me. Saw his blood spurting out while I sliced his nuts off and passed out. When I carved “cheater” on the side on his dick, he woke back up. I used a dirty blade. I didn’t cauterize the wound. If he survived, he would be dependent on his wife to pee. Well, maybe he’ll think before he cheats again.

The 12 Days of Castration Phone Sex Christmas

castration phone sexThe 12 Days of Castration Phone Sex Christmas has officially begun. I am castrating a loser for free every day until Christmas. Normally, I charge 10 grand to take a guy’s loser nut sack. You would be surprised how many guys beg me to take their nuts. Some want a clean castration, others prefer it dirty. Dirty as in catch a nasty infection dirty! I am charitable to a point. My 12 Days of Castration spree will all be dirty castrations. Ted was the first beneficiary of my charity. He has been begging me for years to cut his nuts off, but he just never had the funds to pay me. He is a broke ass loser. His little dick is 3 inches. He can’t even pay hookers to fuck him. He has a dead end job and few friends. I am doing the world a solid by making sure he cannot reproduce. Never will he be a baby daddy. We never needs more sad sacks in the world. I surprised him at his place. The fucking loser had the audacity to tell me to leave. No fucking way. He begged me almost daily for years and now I am going to take his nuts for free and he tells me to leave? I clocked him in the head. Loser went down like a sack of potatoes. I tied him up, stripped him and then tossed some cold water in his face to wake him up. I was holding my rusty knife to his nut sack. The moment he spoke, I sliced his nuts. A dirty cut too. Usually, I would cauterize the wound, but this punk ass didn’t deserve any mercy. I tied a sock around the wound, so he wouldn’t bleed out, but he was going to lose some blood and have a nasty scar from the procedure to remind him always of what a worthless piece of shit he is. Merry fucking Christmas.