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Castration Phone Sex

castration phone sexCastration phone sex is popular on Sundays. I think men get to praying for a bigger dick; praying to be a better man and they can’t do that with a shrimp dick. Little dick losers pray at my evil alter. I don’t have empathy only contempt for small dick losers. I met Tom at a bar. We had corresponded via the dark net for months. I was encouraging him to chop off his balls. He took some convincing, but he agreed. When I came down to doing it, however, he struggled. He botched it, and only nicked his left testicle. That was when he started asking me for more than just encouragement. He wanted my help with chopping off his nuggets. I told him that would cost him. We agreed to meet. Last night, was the last day he had balls. I took him to my castration chamber after a few drinks at the bar. I explained that my castration chair was an old prison executioner chair modified to chop off balls. I gave him a shot of whiskey and strapped him in. For a clean castration, no movement can occur, or I might take the cock too. I separated his balls from his dick. I use a castration band like they do with sheep and cattle. The circulation is cut off, numbing the balls. This makes it easier to whack them off. I wanted to give him a clean cut. I used sterile medical grade scissors and snip snip the balls. It is torture sex. It hurts no matter what, just hurts less when I do it properly. Jack asses get a dirty castration with serious risk of infection. For Tom, I used a soldering iron to cauterize the wound. I’m no surgeon. He will have a nasty jagged scar, but he will live a eunuch’s life from here on out.

Taboo Phone Sex Stories

taboo phone sexTaboo phone sex stories are something I have many to share. I have this one kinky master who is into a lot of fetish things. We hooked up the other night in his fetish basement. He strung me up in the air in a harness. He put these little pinching clips all over my thighs and pussy. It was like a swarm of bees stung me. My thighs and pussy were pulsating with pain. It was not pain I couldn’t handle, but it was annoying constant pain. Master brought out one of those industrial sized dildos too. Please and pain. He loves to inflict both at the same time. As he masturbated me with that large wand, I started pissing.  I made a mess of Master. He was not happy that I pissed on him.  It was like a flood gate had opened between my legs and a geyser spewed out. He started whipping me with his belt. The belt buckle lashed my labia making my cunt lips bleed. I was begging for forgiveness, but I angered him. I took my lashings, but he left me strung up overnight, bleeding and swollen and pissing on the floor. I loved every minute of it.

Castration Phone Sex: Lorena Bobbit is My Hero

castration phone sexCastration phone sex is one of my favorite things. I have a philosophy. Not every man deserves to have balls. They don’t all deserve a cock either. Testicles and dicks are a privilege not a right. So, if I meet you and decide you don’t deserve your balls or your cock, I will take one or the other or both. Chuck was a unique case. He was a special kind of douchebag idiot. I was minding my own business at the bar when him and his friend stood near me. They were discussing the Amazon documentary on Lorena Bobbitt. She is a hero of mine. This douchebag was saying stupid shit like you can’t force yourself on your wife because she is your property. His level of stupidity was mind numbing. He also said she Lorena deserved the death penalty for taking her husband’s dick. I knew, I had to do to him what Lorena did to John. I waited for his drunk ass to come out of the bar. He looked like a last call sort of guy. He stumbled out of the bar, dropped his keys at his car, which gave me the advantage point. I whacked him on the head and pushed him in the car. I drove to a junkie hotel. I was planning on giving him a hot shot, but not until he saw me take his cock and balls with a rusty old knife. I wanted him to feel the pain too. He screamed like a bitch. Even drunk as a skunk, he felt me lob his cock and balls off. He was bleeding everywhere. I had no intention of saving him. Normally, I cauterize the wound, but this dipshit didn’t deserve to live, so he could spew his ignorance. I let him bleed out a painful death, then I gave him the hot shot. Nothing but junkies at that motel. No one would be a reliable witness and the police would just think he stiffed a whore. He got what he deserved.

Torture Sex with a Plastic Bimbo

torture sexThe bitch deserved torture sex. She went all mean girl on me when we met for drinks. We went to college together, but she thought I would have grown out of my “creepy Wednesday Addams stage” by now. She went off on me. Clearly, she forgot who I was. She changed 180 degrees from college. She used to practice witchcraft with me. She was a fellow Goth girl. Now, she looked like something straight out of the Housewives of Beverly Hills. I mean she is my age, yet I could tell she had plastic surgery and a lot of Botox. She looked like Bimbo Barbie. No clue what happened to her since we last saw each other, but I wasn’t about to let her talk down to me. I spiked her latte drink. When she got drunk feeling, I took her to my cabin in the woods for fun. Along the way, I picked up some dirty hypodermic needles. I know where the junkies hang out. I stripped her naked. She fucking got a boob job. I pierced her shaved pussy with the dirty needles. When she woke up, she started screaming. She was calling me names as expected. I pierced her lips together with more dirty needles. I mutilated her perfect, fake body. I cut her implants out. I sewed her tight bald pussy shut. I pierced her clit too. I love mutilation phone sex calls. Are you ready to help me torture a plastic whore to death?

Slice and dice me

torutre sexTorture sex with me is a fantasy come true. You want to slice and dice me while you are fucking me. You see all the blood drip from my skin. The lesions alone turn you on. Watching me get hurt and seeing me scream bloody murder makes you want to fuck me harder. The more I beg, the more you want to be harder on me instead. I know that me being all black in blue in the morning will have you wanting to go for round two. As long as you are happy I am okay with whatever you want from me. I am your victim forever. I might as well accept my role in life from now on anyways. I can’t wait to make you proud. 

Devoted devious deviant

snuff sexThere is nothing I won’t do for you. I will bring you whatever you desire on a silver platter. My goal is to cater to you and your every need. My holes are yours to use and make bleed. I know you love when I fuck a slut up. My devious mind gets you going in every way. I make you so horny and make you ready to pop. I like using whores who are sweet and innocent. I want to ruin sluts for you and your cock. Making a good girl terrible is what I am good for after all. I was given such a gift. I can turn a church girl into a dark whore. Making her crave cock and coke. Making her addicted to your dick is vital. Your little cult pack daddy.

Snuff Sex Revenge

snuff sexSnuff sex fantasies are one thing, but he wanted me dead. I owed him money. I owed him coke too. A few months ago, I stole a bag of coke. It was a small bag. He didn’t need it. It wouldn’t have made him much money. When he found me, he made it clear that what he was doing to me was a matter or principal. He couldn’t have people thinking he was soft. His posse was with him as he tied me up. I was bound and gagged and scared, very scared. They took turns kicking me. It didn’t matter that I was a woman. I stole; I had to be punished. They fucked my ass raw until it prolapsed, then the leader of the pack, the one I stole from, put a zip tie on my prolapsed ass. I screamed out in pain, but that was nothing compared to being branded. He spelled out the letters Thief on my ass. Thief, forever branded on me, so no one would ever trust me. Him and his posse sodomized me. They beat me up. They tortured me for hours and they burned my flesh. All so one drug dealer could save face. My body will never be the same because I stole an itty bitty bit of coke.

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.