We matched! What a handsome guy I thought, looking at the notification on my screen. I alre dy knew he was because we took some classes together and he was really popular. ,I sho ld have known it was too good to be true. The gu never even gave me a second look and made fun of my lack of curves. It did ‘t stop me from thinking maybe he had changed his standards and would give this slim girl with the crooked nose a chance. Call i low self-esteem all you want, but when you live in a city that’s as fickle as the south beach, you know damn well that looks matter, but also, things are everchanging. We ch ted for days, and he invited me over. I thou ht he was joking about his fascination withth bloody phone sex. When w had our first date, he showed me tons of videos of snuff stuff. I thou ht he was pulling my leg, but then he cornered me and told me to get ready to bleed. All his friends wanted a piece of me.
Tag: Medical fetish phone sex
Domination Phone Sex Gets Me in the Most Humiliating Situations
Sometimes, I need domination phone sex. I think I am obedient, especially when I know coke is on the line, but not all women are as obedient as me. And not many women are as desperate as me for coke either. I have been a submissive woman for ions. As I got older, and developed a love for cocaine, I became even more submissive. That is because I need coke. Why pay for coke when I can fuck for coke instead. This one female dealer I see is the worst of them all. She always thinks I am unruly, even when I am down on my knees licking her dirty asshole. I made the mistake of snapping at her when she said she was going to shit on my tits. I hate scat play. It is so nasty and humiliating. But telling her no, was not a good idea. She decided to shit in my mouth instead. I guess I should feel grateful that the taboo phone sex bitch did not kill me. Women are the worst to deal with because they are often crazy, mean and unpredictable. She sat on my face, and I could not breathe. My mouth was full of her nasty shit. I was doing everything I could to not puke. I am never a willing shit eater. Gross. I was desperate for coke though. I blew through my stash because of the holidays. My regular dealer was out of town, so shit eating for coke was my only option. I swallowed her nasty shit and rimmed her dirty ass all for some coke. She gave new meaning to ass rape porn. I guess I am a desperate bitch when it comes to coke. I will do anything a guy or woman wants to get a fix. I have no shame anymore. Perhaps, when it comes to coke, I never did.
Medical Fetish Phone Sex: Biggest Fear Turned Reality
One of my biggest fears has always been that someone would want to do super fucked up things to me at the doctor’s, that’s why I’ve always had a thing for medical fetish phone sex. When I was younger I had this wild dream that I was laying on the operating table, it was literally right after I had my appendix removed. I dreamed that the doctor actually crawled up and began fucking me while I was under sedation. His cock slipped in with each cut of the scalpel. It was so real, sometimes I doubt that it was even a dream and can still feel the weight of him on top of me as he motioned to the nurse to give me more sedation. My cunt was just dripping wet when I woke up from the dream and ever since that day I’ve wanted to go back under the knife to see what would happen.
Surgeon Amputates My Limbs and Drills My Brain
The surgeon has me strapped down to the hospital bed. I feel groggy after he had injected some kind of sedative. He says that I am prepped for surgery, but I didn’t ask for any surgeries. I see his tool station with all of the devices he will use to torture me. There lie surgical scissors, a bone cutter, sutures, retractors, a dilator, and a cranial drill. He had his sterile gloves on and was ready to tear into me. Even though he sedated me, I could feel everything that was happening to me. As he sliced into my leg, he noted all of the muscles, nerves and ligaments. Then, he took his surgical saw and sawed into my bones, completely detaching my lower leg from the rest of my body. I wanted to scream out in pain, but I was too drugged to make a sound. He continued with the rest of my body, cutting off my left hand and my right arm. Each procedure left me in agony. Once I finally got up from my stupor, I screamed at the top of my lungs and begged for anyone to help me. The surgeon took his cranial drill and shoved it into my forehead so that he may continue his surgery in peace.
Killer Phone Sex Fantasies Make Me Wet
I mean killer phone sex business. Sort of my motto. I do not mess around. I have an old electrocution chair that I inherited from my grandpa. He ran a prison for years, and when it was shut down, I got some souvenirs. I have decked the chair out. It has a creepy history, which I love. Many folks have died on the chair. Now, I cannot get enough juice to it to electrocute someone. But I have decked it out as a torture chair. I can give electric shocks and I can castrate easily with the cock and ball plank I made to separate the balls from the cock. This chair has a long history of torture sex going back to the 50s. Men have died, lost their balls and been tortured in this chair. It has blood stains too. Sometimes, I sit in the chair and masturbate because I can feel the pain and the fear of all the men who ever sat in that chair, and it arouses me. I thrive on your fear and your pain.
I am a sick bitch. I do not want flowers and candy. I want your fear and your pain. Bryce was the last one to sit in my chair. Honestly, I thought I was going to kill him. He was mouthy as fuck, especially for someone who claimed he wanted castrated. He paid me to take his balls because he is too weak to do it himself. I take a man’s balls often. You would be surprised how many losers understand their short comings and decide to try to fix themselves. Alex likes little girls. He is weak. I have no problem with men diddling little brats. But if you going to do it, be smart about it. Do not pull your tiny P pecker out at a public park. Alex just got of jail for indecent exposure. He is now on the bad boy list of predators. He got in trouble again not even 12 hours after he was released. He wanted castration phone sex. I took his balls, but he was so mouthy, calling me names. I have great impulse control, but I wanted to kill him. I thought about killing him; he deserved it. But I decided the boys in prison would have more fun torturing him every day of his life.
Castration Phone Sex Season is Here
This the season for castration phone sex. I love castrating men for the holidays. It is almost the end of the year. And no better way to ring in a new year than to say goodbye to your jingle balls. Balls are overrated if you ask me. I think men see them as an entitlement instead of the privilege that they are. They should be a privilege that men use for good, but balls make men stupid. Alex got stupid. His hormones took over and he crossed a line he could not bounce back from. Not with me at least. The moment he tried to fuck me after I gave him a clear no, I was certain his balls needed whacked. I went back to his place with him which I rarely do. But I was in a mood to castrate, and he was the perfect victim. A slave to his hormones. A man who thinks women must fuck him if he gives them any attention. I was doing women everywhere a favor. He never saw it coming. I made him think I had a change of heart and wanted to fuck him after all. As if I would ever do that. The poor bastard thought I was going to suck his cock and instead I cut his balls off. I guess he was not cool with torture sex, LOL. He started screaming and trying to attack me, but he was bleeding everywhere. He got dizzy and passed out. I cauterized the wound while he was passed out on his living room floor. I should have let him bleed out and die. He was a jack ass. But I wanted him to live with the constant reminder of what happens to predators. I am an old school revenge bitch. Killing is fun and necessary, but I always enjoy making a loser remember his transgressions and preventing any more from occurring. I am a bad ass taboo phone sex bitch. I will take your balls for looking at me wrong.
Taboo Phone Sex Queen Cassandra is a Sexy Switch
I am a taboo phone sex queen. I say that because I mean it. I am always looking for creative ways to kill or creative ways to die. I am a sexy switch, after all. I was at this dive bar last night. I was minding my own business. I was just there to unwind. I had a few drinks, shot a few rounds of pool with guys in the bar too. I was smoking. Technically, we are not supposed to smoke in any bar in my state, but this bar owner is not a stickler for rules. I have fucked men on the pool table in his place and I have poured drinks in the guys’ mouths while naked on top of his bar like I was working in some XXX Coyote Ugly bar. Hell, I have filmed a gangbang rape porn on the pool table in this bar before. This one prick last night was complaining about me smoking. He was a little mommy’s boy who cries about everything. I had to stop smoking because this little prick was threatening to file a complaint. I did not want my friends’ bar to get fined or shut down, so I put out the cigarette like Sandy in Grease. I blew smoke in his face, then tossed the cigarette on the floor right in front of him and stepped on it. This was a prick who needed put in his place. I followed him home. I conned my way into his crappy little apartment. He thought I wanted to fuck him. No way he had a dick big enough to satisfy me. I had something more nefarious in mind. I convinced him to let me tie him to his bed. I castrated him. Castration phone sex is not my specialty, but this little loser needed to understand balls are for men. Not pansy ass snitches. Snitches get stitches. In this case though snitches get castrated. I left him bleeding in his bed. I did untie him and forced a ton of liquor down his throat. He will think twice now about meddling where he does not belong.
Torture Sex of Male Genitals is My Favorite Thing to Do
I got to use my best torture sex techniques on a loser last night. He wanted me to castrate him. Begged me to do it too. I was at a bar and this loser recognized me. He had seen my ad on a fetish site. I advertise castration services. He told me this sob story about how he has a loser cock and has long wanted to be castrated. He was talking to the right woman. The thing is I do not take a man’s junk for free. Why would I? You want me to whack your short stack, you must pay me for that honor. I do not want to touch or look at that pathetic nub for free. Consider it a nuisance fee. Your small dick is a huge nuisance to me and every other woman around. This fucking loser told me he was broke. I walked away. His small dick is his problem. He wants it gone; he can whack it off himself. Castration phone sex is a service and it’s not free. The problem was he would not leave me alone. He was baiting me into a free castration. Since that was the case, I decided to make it hurt. I used a rusty knife. I did not tie off the balls first to restrict the blood flow, so the bathroom of that bar looked like the elevator in The Shining. It was a complete blood bath. That is in part too because I would not cauterize the wound. Usually, I use a frying pan or even an iron, but I was in a bar and this fucker wanted it done. I made him chug some whisky down to dull the pain. I wanted to snuff him there, but snuff porn in a bathroom in a bar is not very discreet. Castration, however, probably happens more than we know in public places. I put his belt in his mouth to bite down on and it was bye bye balls. He bled. He fainted. I put his balls on his chest, washed my hands, and left the bar. He asked for it, he got. Just like you will.
Castration Phone Sex Hotline
Some men are just better off without a cock, and I’m just the girl who’s more than happy to help you depart from your phallus friend. However I must warn you, it’s quite painful and bloody! Undergoing your castration with me is not something you should go into lightly. Although you will get what you want. I’m simply using you to satiate my own sick twisted desire to cut into flesh however I please.
With my assortment of blades, I’ll never get bored on my castration phone sex hotline here. I got it all from the shiny, smooth but incredibly sharp katana blade, to the rusty jagged used-up butter knife. I personally love my many serrated blades, from a tiny little pocket knife to a large serrated sword. So many options, sometimes I wished I didn’t have to just stop at removing your penis. Perhaps you will allow me to cut more? Or maybe I’ll just decide to take more…and more…until every last piece of you is nothing but scraps!
Snuff Phone Sex Bitch Does Not Need You
Snuff phone sex is what I do best. I am on a snuff site for a reason. I am not everyone’s cup of tea. I do not care if you have a big cock. I do not care if you have money. I do not care if you “love” Goth girls. I do not want to date you. I do not want to fuck you either. I do not have much use for humans. I am a loner. I do not need relationships. I do not need friends and I do not need a man in my life. I can take care of myself. I have only two uses for men: accomplice or victim. Anytime a man comes on to me I must explain that he can be my victim or my accomplice, but I do not want to date a man or be in any kind of a relationship with a man other than to kill him, castrate him or hunt with him. Terrance thought I was joking. He has been hitting on me for months now. We met at a Goth bar. I did not give him my phone number, but he managed to get not only my phone number, but my address too by bribing his cousin who works at the DMV. He confessed. He thought I was playing hard to get. I do not play games. I say no, no it is. He found himself on the wrong side of some CBT torture sex. The only way to handle a man who thinks he can conquer a woman or take what he wants because a woman is playing games, needs to lose his cock and / or balls. No cock, no balls, no sexual urges. No need to act like an asshole. Some men have way too much ego and testosterone like Terrance. No way I was the first woman he stalked and harassed. But I will be the last because Terrance is a eunuch now. I took his balls with a rusty knife and cauterized the wound with a hot frying pan. I wanted it to hurt. I wanted him to have a constant reminder that he cannot prey on women who want nothing to do with him. Most guys must pay for castration phone sex. Terrance got it for free.