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Medical Fetish Phone Sex Calls Mean Anal Pain for Me

medical fetish phone sexMedical fetish phone sex calls scare me. Anytime, anyone asks me what my medical fetish is, I go mute. I do not want to say I am into rough anal. I mean I do love a hardcore ass fucking, but most guys are more brutal than I could even imagine with my ass. My stepson has a private client who loves medical fetish flicks. He wants an asshole prolaplsed to the point you can put a zip tie on it and make the anus look like a pacifier. No thank you. But it is not like I have a choice. I wanted to spend Father’s day with my husband and my sons, but I was summoned. I had to lie to my family about where I needed to go in the middle of our celebration. I love my family, but my stepson controls me with blackmail and cocaine. I told him I did not have much time that I could be gone. I threatened him but I cannot back it up. I can never back it up. I am too afraid of losing my cushy life. I am just a perpetual fuck up. Everything was set up for a quick snuff porn, but I dreaded this. I saw the stirrups, speculum, the Ben-Gay and the zip ties. This was going to hurt. I sat in a gyno chair with my legs spread. He used a baseball bat to pull my asshole inside out. He put a zip tie on it, followed by some Ben-Gay. My eyes were burning but not like my prolapsed asshole. Hot damn, I was in pain. I was crying. A hardcore ass fucking is one thing. I can handle that. This was anal torture. I was bleeding. I could feel it. My stepson had the camera rolling. It was a live stream for his client. I would have said, who gets off on this kind of anal abuse, but I know plenty of you do. Anal torture sex keeps my phones ringing, but this was not a fantasy call. This was abuse. When I was allowed to leave, I could not sit to drive home. My asshole was still protruding out. Just another day in the life of a druggy whore.

Castration Phone Sex is Charity Sometimes

castration phone sexCastration phone sex is my specialty. Most of my calls are spent making tiny dick losers eunuchs. I do a lot of accomplice work too. Not that I do not love killing little bitches with you because I do. I hate brats and think the world needs less of them. But my passion is making this world a safer place for women like me. Men think with their dicks no matter how big or how small those dicks are. Men are impulsive. Most do not like to hear no. I recently started a side gig. In this #MeToo world many women are still not getting justice. Their attackers get off or are never brought to trial because in a he said she said world, the man usually wins. That’s not justice for women. Men who try to drug me or do not take no for an answer get one free junk removal. I have a castration and a medical fetish phone sex badge of honor, LOL. Why not do this for other women.

medical fetish phoen sex My fees are very reasonable. I will castrate a man on the word of another chick for $300-$500 no questions asked. I charge loser men $1500-$2000 for junk removal. This side gig is a passion project designed to get rid of men with inadequate equipment who do not know how to use it properly. I am being honest. The world is a better place without toxic masculinity. I did a job for free last night because a bunch of coeds sought me out for a frat boy who thinks his 4-inch nub is God’s gift to women. He likes to get coeds drunk and explore his rape phone sex fantasies. Not anymore. Used one of his victims as bait, and then I put him in my castration chair. They were all there with me holding knives to his junk when he woke up. He was strapped down and unable to fight. He was a big boy with a little dick. My first group castration project but it was therapeutic for those girls and wicked fun for me. This rich boy was never going to pay for his crimes, and he was going to just keep on shoplifting the pooty. No more. We took his balls as a collective. I know I am a cold-hearted bitch, but I have a charitable side. I may even take your junk for free too.

Medical Fetish Phone Sex

medical fetish phone sexI like medical fetish phone sex because I dissect cocks and balls like frogs from my high school biology days. I enjoy cock and ball torture. I am of the philosophy that if you abuse it, you lose it. I am not talking about beating your meat too much. Hell, I am not even talking about force fucking little whores. You try to make me your bitch, you lose your junk. But not quickly. Hell, no. I want it to hurt. I want you to feel the pain. I had another dick wad try to force himself on me. I guess guys like a challenge, or they are just that clueless. When I go to a bar, I am not sending the buy me a drink and take me home and fuck me vibes. I will never send those vibes to any guy. I never get drunk. I am never out of control. I do not need sex like most woman. I am built much differently than the typical chick. So, when some loser comes on to me with some unoriginal line when I am trying to enjoy my bourbon at the bar, he is rarely seen again. Chip is no more. I brought him home, but only to mutilate his junk with some castration phone sex. I tied him to my bed. I peeled the foreskin of his dick with a razor blade. It was torturous for him, but pure joy for me. Of course, I put a sounding device down his urethra too. I am into torture and pain. I bet you could tell that. I took the skin off his dick and balls before I removed the balls and shoved them in his mouth. It was a memorable night full of torture for me. I do not think I could have asked for a better date night. Now, Chip, if he were still alive might not agree, but his opinion never mattered. Just like yours never will either.

Castration Phone Sex is Fun for Me

castration phone sexCastration phone sex? I hope you say yes, but guess what? I do not care if a guy wants his dick cut off or not. Many of my castrations have been done for a fee. Some loser knows he has a worthless cock and wants it gone. Or maybe he just wants to be a sissy and wants his balls removed. I will castrate anyone who pays. I castrate quite a few who do not pay or even request a ball removal too. Men are living in the dark ages still. If I say get away from me mother fucker or leave me alone loser, I mean it. I am not playing hard to get. I am not the kind of woman you piss off. Because I just assume kill you then let you harass me. Mike was the latest recipient of my free ball removal service last night. We met at music venue. I was alone and wanted to be left alone to enjoy the music. This solo guy was all up in my space trying to dance with him. If I wanted him to bump and grind on me, I would have let him know. It was a seedy little club. The show was a sausage fest, but one less sausage at the end of the night. I had a knife strapped to my leg. When he pulled out his cock, he thought I was going to go down on him in a club, I knew I had to cut it off. This was not ball removal. This was cock removal. The tool needed no instrument. While I was on my knees, I pulled out my knife and sliced off his cock and squirmed my way out of the crowd to avoid detection. I think it took him a few minutes to realize what had happened. I left the show early but that was only, so I did not get arrested. No fucking dickless wonder was sending me to jail.

Snuff Porn and Chill

snuff pornWanna watch snuff porn and chill? It is my Netflix and chill night. I do not watch sappy romance movies or chick flicks. Snuff or horror movies. Only things I watch. I had a guy over last night for a snuff and chill date. It was not what he expected, however. You see, he thought he was going to fuck me. I knew that was never happening because I lured him to my place to kill him. Oh, and castrate him too. The who is this Goth stalker loser. He is obsessed with Goth chicks. He still thinks no means yes. No never meant yes, losers. His persistence will get him killed. When I go to the Goth bar. I want to drink in solitude. I do not need some loser mainstream guy hitting on me to get his freak on. For weeks, this loser stalked me and persisted to the point I decided to end him. Now of course, he thought he just wore me down and I caved. His archaic thinking about women needed to stop. He needed to stop. Stop breathing. So, I played his cat and mouse game, but I won. I always win. I spiked his beer with Rohypnol, and he was out like a light. I wanted him awake for the torture sex of his genitals. But he was a light weight and passed out. I only put a few drops in too. Pussy. I did tie him up. He was bound and gagged when he woke up, but he was missing his cock and balls. Every man’s nightmare, right? I filmed it for him. I wanted him to see me carving his cock and balls off his body. When I took the soldering pen to the spot where his nut sack used to be to stop the bleeding he woke up. I did not kill him right away. In fact, he is still in my kill shack. I want him to suffer in pain and fear before I kill him. He is a predator. I will end him like I do other predators, but he will fill the pain and fear for a bit longer.

 

Medical Fetish Phone Sex

medical fetish phone sexMedical fetish phone sex calls are not what I get a lot. And I am grateful for that because every time a guy says he has a medical fetish I get a pit in my stomach. It is always some sort of wicked torture beyond any threshold a pain slut could have. This call was no different. Honestly, I should have hung up or said I had an appointment. The first thing he asked me was if I had Ben Gay. That was followed by if I had Q-tips. Most women over 30 have both.  That pit in my stomach grew bigger because I had a good guess about what he wanted me to do. I sat down on my bed and spread my legs, then my cunt. I grabbed a leather belt to bite down on because I knew it was going to hurt like a bitch. I also knew where I was putting it. He had no interest in putting that Q-tip in my pussy. We both knew that hole was a canyon compared to my urethra. He called it the 4th wonder on a woman’s body after the pussy, the ass and the mouth. I have had sounding devices in my pee hole before, and I piss glass and blood for days after it hurts so much.  I bit down on that leather strap and braced myself for pain. I much prefer snuff porn roleplays to torturing my own body. My eyes were welling up in anticipation. I did the best I could. I tried to jab the cotton tip down my pee hole. It was hard to talk, bite and shove at once, but I did it. And it hurt. It burned something awful, and it hurt like nothing else. Blood came back up on the Q-tip. My caller just laughed and told me thanks for playing before he nutted and hung up. I am still burning when I pee, but as long as u are happy, I am happy.

Christmas Castration Phone Sex

castration phone sexIt was a castration phone sex Christmas for me. It is a tradition for me. I have no family alive anymore, but that does not give me the holiday blues. I always find some poor sap who wants to spend Christmas with me. Some schmuck who overestimates my need for him.  I was sitting at a bar alone last night. I knew someone would approach me. Someone always does. They falsely assume I am desperate and lonely. They think I am an easy lay. They think they are doing me a favor by taking me home. Cannot play the player. This loser fell into my lap so easily last night. He had cheesy pick-up lines, and back-handed compliments. Just some loser who has to troll for pussy. He will not be trolling any more because I took his nuts. I could have killed him. Perhaps, I should have killed him. I wanted him to be scarred for life and I wanted him to have a memory that would never fade. He will never troll for another chick again because I neutered him. I took is balls in his own bed. He never saw it coming either. He had me pinned on his bed, but I was not helpless. My big sharp knife was nearby. And that knife sliced his testicles off with one swipe. The look on his face was priceless. I do not think he felt it until he saw the blood. It was like the alcohol and shock numbed the initial pain, but once he saw the blood and his severed balls, he knew what happened. He fell over and I had to decide if this was just torture sex, or a snuff date. I went into his kitchen and heated up a pan. Then I cauterized his wound. He will have a nasty scar, but he will live, and he will never fuck again. He will not underestimate women ever again either.

Castration Phone Sex is a Gift

castration phone sexI was surprised how many men want castration phone sex for the holidays. Many men want to ring in the new year without balls. Guess what? I am more than happy to remove your balls. They are overrated and the cause of so many problems in this world. Men are slaves to their nuts and that makes them do stupid shit. I have a running ad on the dark net for ball removal. Many guys wuss out. They contact me, even agree to my payment, but never show up. I was not expecting Trevor to show up, but he did. He was excited about having his nut sack removed. I rarely see a man so happy to say bye bye to his nuts as him. I had my castration chair ready. I had it decked out for the holidays with garland and Christmas lights. I had all my knives lined up and ready to use. Even had a soldering pen on hand to cauterize the wound. He paid me the ten thousand in cash that I asked. This was like stealing candy from a brat. I thought this was easy. Then I saw him naked. The biggest ball sack I have ever seen. Nuts I would expect to see on an elephant or a horse, but not a 5’7 man. I think he must have had some sort of ailment for them to be that big. I did my best to get a castration band around that huge ball sack, but nothing I had was big enough, so I tied them off with rope. Took longer than usual to turn purple. No knife was severing his balls. I used a box cutter. There was a lot of blood. That little pen did nothing because it was a gaping wound. I had to use a heated frying pan. I got his balls gone, but it was pure torture sex for him with such a large nut sack. I get why he wanted them gone. Sitting on a bowling ball cannot be comfortable. That was the first castration I have done that required so much labor. If I could take his bowling ball nuts, I can take yours.

Castration Phone Sex Fun

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Castration phone sex for Christmas is what many men are getting this year from the Satanic Santa. I have been inspired by this story I read online about a guy who met a man on Grindr just to kill him, castrate him and eat his balls. I have eaten testicles before. Sheep and man. I have never used a dating app, however, to kill my victim. That is because I have a code I live by. It is true that I hate most people, but I do not just kill and maim based on convenience.  I kill and torture based on folks who deserve it. Just because some looser is on a dating app, does not mean he deserves snuff sex. Since I was inspired, I decided to get on Tinder and see what trouble I could stir up. I could not use my real photo because that is direct road back to me. I found this hot bitch from high school who I hated. I used some of her social media profile pics to create an account. As luck would have it, this tool from high school who made my life difficult was the one to swipe right first. He wanted to reminisce about high school. This was perfect. I have some high tech skills, so I made it look like I was using my high school nemesis’s IP addy. I met him at a no tell motel. He got the room, I showed up at the door. I flashed my fake badge to get inside and I tazed him in the balls. He pissed himself. When he came too, he was naked and strapped to the desk chair. He did not even remember me. I had a castration band on his nut sack because I was going to castrate him and eat his balls before I killed him. I wanted him to watch me devour his testicles like they were rocky mountain oysters. I took my time cutting his balls off too. I savored every minute so he would feel the pain. That was the most fun I have had in a while. Killing him was just bonus.

Twisted Whore For The Holidays

Medical Fetish Phone Sex

I love being force fucked and tortured until I beg for mercy! I have plenty of violent fantasies that I’m dying to act out with the perfect partner. All I want as the holidays approach is for someone to call and let me play out their dirtiest snuff fantasies as I toy with my dripping wet pussy. You have to understand that I’m a real twisted whore who is a sadist and a masochist, a victim and an accomplice, if it is dirty, sick and vile my cunt drips in anticipation of hearing you cum. When I fall asleep thinking about all the nasty things you said to me, my sadistic little pussy throbs thinking about the next time you will call. I am the best little snuff whore you will ever play with!