Tag: Medical fetish phone sex

Castration Phone Sex for You

castration phone sexCastration phone sex is something I enjoy. I am never squeamish about taking a set of balls. I am not squeamish about taking the dick either. Manhood is overrated. It is a privilege to have a cock and balls, not an entitlement. Every now and then I must revoke a man’s privileges and I enjoy doing it. Lester is as pathetic as his name suggests. The problem is that Lester did not know he was a loser. He thought erroneously that a good job and an expensive car entitled him to any pussy he wanted even if the pussy did not want him. A couple women hired me for revenge. In case you did not know, women are great at revenge. They go sadistic. I normally charge anyone for such a job, but I castrated Lester for free because I support women. I will never let a man explore his rape phone sex fantasies on me. I have killed and maimed men who have tried. Lester did not see the set up coming. I spiked his drink like he has spiked so many women’s drinks. I had a few women helping me because it takes a village to take down a predator sometimes. Plus, I wanted a couple of his victims to help with the ball removal. I posed as an Uber driver and picked his drugged ass up and took him to my kill shack. When he came too, two women who he had drugged and fucked were standing over him with sharp knives and looks of glee on their faces. By the time the drugs had worn off he was without balls. He screamed bloody murder, but the torture sex had just begun. We each cut off a piece of his dick bit by bit. Savoring the fun and his pain. He will never fuck and drug a woman again. I love getting revenge.

Bondage Phone Sex Can Be Dangerous

bondage phone sexBondage phone sex sounds tame right? Normally, when I am in a bondage club or letting a dude tie me up, its not that bad. Maybe the worst thing that happens is I get rope burns or someone pisses on me. Bondage will never be the same for me again after my encounter last week. I answered an ad in the local rag magazine for a bondage model. Honestly, I got in over my head. I needed the money offered to score some coke. I thought it was easy gig. My need for coke has led me down some rocky roads. I never make wise choices when I need coke. One of these days it might get me killed. It almost got me killed this week. This guy was not looking for a bondage model. He was looking for a stupid whore he could anally mutilate while tied up and I walked right into his arms. While I was bound and gagged, he was interested in giving me a severe anal prolapse. Do you know that is? It is when your asshole has been fucked so hard or tortured so badly, that your entire asshole hangs out looking like a deformed or macabre rose bud. He said he needed money and guys pay a lot of money for extreme ass rape porn. The kind of anal porn that permanently damages assholes.  It was not just us. He had like a dozen hung black men who were instructed to fuck me raw.  I had a couple in my ass at once which felt like I was giving birth out my ass. To make things even more painful, someone squirted Ben Gay like it was lube in my asshole. I felt like I was on fire. They fisted my asshole, double and triple penetrated me too. Four days later, I still cannot shit or sit. But guess what? I got my coke and that is the best way to heal.

Gothic Phone Sex Torture

gothic phone sexDo you have Gothic phone sex fantasies? I am a Goth girl. I love old Gothic buildings, books and movies. And I am a huge fan of Gothic torture. I am known for my knife collection and my electric chair castration contraption. I also have a collection of Medieval torture devices. Some very old and worth millions. My grandfather was a collector of the macabre. I inherited all his old torture devices. I have a few favorites include the Pear of Anguish, The Judas Cradle, a Breast Ripper and an Iron Chair. All of them destroyed the flesh and mutilate sex organs. That’s what gets me the wettest. I love the torture sex of male and female sexual organs. I had an annoying pervert in my dungeon last night. I caught him peeping into my window the other night. He is the town peeper everyone has been trying to nab for weeks.

Instead of calling the police, I took matters in my own hands. I used the Judas Cradle on this loser. It is a very barbaric and cruel torture device that ruins orifices. It was fitting for a peeping Tom. I used ropes to lower him down on the pyramid-shaped seat.  It looks like a small metal pyramid on a stick. It’s on a sturdy piece of metal with a three-pronged base to keep it stable. He screamed in pain as I lowered him on it. My dungeon is soundproof. The point is inserted into his asshole, destroying it. I added ankle weights to impale his ass as deep as I could. No doubt he felt intense pressure and his asshole gaping and shredding. It is a slow and torturous death. If I had not added the weights, he would have just suffered permanent damage to his asshole. But he succumbed to rips in the muscle tissue that bled out slowly over hours. I fed his remains to the wild animals. My neighborhood is safe again. My community will just think our town peeper moved on to a different community.

I am a Hot Accomplice Phone Sex Partner

accomplice phone sexI have become great at accomplice phone sex. I feel like Mrs. Jefferson because I moved on up, LOL. I was so accustomed to being a submissive slave, I never dreamed that I could someday be an accomplice. Do not worry. I am not getting too full of myself. I do not think that one day, I will suddenly be a dominant bitch in charge. I have found my niche as your partner in crime. I met a new guy recently. Super hot and super wealthy. Of course, I wanted to do whatever I had to do to please him and be in his good favor. We were fucking one night and watching some teen rape porn when he admitted he always wanted to kill and fuck a pregnant teen whore. I looked at him like I was Mr. Roarke, and he was on Fantasy Island. I went to the mall and found some redneck teen slut with a bun in the oven. Surprisingly, it was not that hard to do. My new man was pleased with my offering and my initiative. She was scared for her and her baby. She pleaded with us not to hurt her baby, but they were a package deal. I tied her up so he could fuck her pregnant whore pussy. I enjoyed watching him fuck her so brutally that he broke her water. Now, we had a party. I had a brilliant idea. Cut out the spawn in her belly and sell it on the black market. I knew we could make great money selling something so young with good lungs still. I got out my knife and carved up the whore like I was born sadistic. My lover was so turned on. We fucked in the teen whore’s blood as her evil spawn cried. We killed the mama and sold the fruit of her dead crotch. I am loving being the accomplice.

Faggot With A Death Wish

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He was a faggot with a death wish! Sometimes I get lucky and the perfect victim for medical phone sex! A man who loves nails driven into his ball sack for A red Room Mistress! I get so fucking horny seeing balls tortured in some hot CBT therapy! I told him I would take those balls while nailed to the board and begin with my filet knife and slowly peel the skin from his balls making them ache and bleed like a peeled grapefruit that’s been cut too close to the pulp! He wants to be gangbanged and suck cock all night as I slowly cut all of his body parts off and before I set him a blaze for some roasted long pig he will cum from all the pain and his imminent death! To take up the scalpel again and dissect this worthless fagot filled with cum in his ass pussy and belly would be my biggest pleasure! I am all about torture and death and knife play phone sex of pathetic faggot losers like him, and you! knife play phone sex

Castration Phone Sex

Castration phone sexLooking for castration phone sex? I am a castration specialist. I do not just take the balls. Often I take the worthless dick too. There are too many of you assholes running around loose thinking their packages are the greatest things since sliced bred. I like to bring men back to reality. In my phone life, men call me and know they have worthless dicks and beg me to remove their testicles. In a bar at 4 am, some loser thinks he can take home the Goth girl. I am a predator. I hunt losers, sluts and brats. I have no tolerance for any of them. When this leisure suit Larry mother fucker came up to me at last call, I knew I had my mark. He did not try to roofie me like most men. He had that going for him, but he was still in denial. He had the comb over hair and the white man’s overbite when he talked. He thought he was smooth and he thought I was desperate. I do not need men. If I want to fuck, I will hire a male stud and tell him not to speak to me. Leisure suit Larry thought if I was still alone in a bar at last call, I would fuck whatever schmuck was left. I was just weeding out the losers from the studs. When we got back to his place, I roofied his drink. He was easy to manhandle. I stripped him naked, tied him to his bed and used one of his kitchen knives to remove his nuggets. His cock was average. He was not a total jack ass. He was just a loser with no game and unrealistic expectations. I cauterized the wound with a hot frying pan. In the end he thanked me. That was a first from an unsuspecting victim. He will live, but he will never fuck again. He is a neutered pup now. Are you ready to part with your balls too?

Bloody Phone Sex Fun

bloody phone sexI am a bloody phone sex whore. I find blood sexy. I am not the only one either. I met this guy at a fetish club who is into hematolaghia. It is pretty much folks who get off on blood.  He convinced me to let him have some of my blood for sex play. I was nervous of course. Trusting a man to cut you gives him a lot of power. I mean he could drain you dry and kill you like a vampire. I was hesitant but aroused. He was handsome and hung like a horse. I wanted to please him, so I let him cut me. He made a few cuts on my tender flesh and my bright red blood dripped down over my boobs. I felt like Carrie at the prom. He added his blood to the mix. Bright red rivers of blood cascaded over my tits and down to my cunt. He used our blood as lube to fuck me. He pushed his bloody cock in my ass and my pussy. I was bleeding and in pain, but my cunt was on fire. I was so turned on playing in our blood. He would not let me cut him. I understood. I was the submissive taboo phone sex whore. He was the master I met in a fetish club. I started to rub my blood in my tits, and he got pissed. He was mad that the blood started to fade from my tits. He put the knife to my neck and made a huge slice across my throat. He gave me a Colombian necktie. I was choking on my blood. It was spewing out my throat. I was going to bleed out or drown in my blood. Either way, I should never have trusted a stranger to slice my flesh.

Georgia’s Medical Play Fantasy

medical fetish phone sexToday mommy took me to her personal gyno today! She said the big hot men love taking care of girls like me. This makes my excited pussy wet for when they spread me open and place their toys inside of me to see deep into my inside. When I place my feet on those stirups and spread my knees apart, I love seeing the fascination all over their faces as the take tool after tool to give me cuts and see what changes and the moves it makes my body do! Such young smart ones too, they know exactly how to make a girl like me scream. They even had out a whole camera to watch and jerk off to my bloody scream later!

Bondage Phone Sex and Anal Torture

bondgae phone sexI have no official training in bondage phone sex. I just know men love to restrain me in uncomfortable positions and do bad things to me. Even my stepson enjoys restraining me. When he comes over with ropes, chains, spreader bars, and a ball gag, I worry. I know he is in a mood. And that mood never goes well for me. Last time he came over with that kind of BDSM equipment, he live streamed our encounter. He beat the crap out of me. This time was no different. He needed money and I am his easiest means for making fast money. I do not understand the world of cryptocurrency, but he makes good money live streaming our encounters. Plenty of men in the world with mommy issues. Viewers pay in Bitcoins to watch the stream and they tip extra to watch him do certain things to me. Just when I think things cannot get worse, they do. This last stream a man paid 100 Bitcoins to watch me double fisted raw. I have no clue how much money that is. I suspect if it turned out to be pennies, he still would have done it. He put me in his office chair with my legs over the armrests. I had a ball gag in my mouth and my ankles were bound with my arms pinned behind the chair. He widened my asshole with a speculum first for his audience. They were eating it up because I could hear the dings of Bitcoin tips. He cranked it as wide as it would go. He ripped it out then while my ass was gaped, clasped his hands together making one fist and thrust inside me. Even a seasoned ass rape porn star would have screamed, bled and shit herself. I was in so much pain, but my muffled screams just turned him and his audience on more. It was torture. Anal torture. And it lasted hours. I do not think I will ever shit right again.

Castration Phone Sex Fantasy Vs Reality

castration phone sex I get Ims and emails daily about castration phone sex. So many losers in the world who know they have worthless balls but are too wimpy to do it themselves. Apparently, they are too stupid to know how this works either. On the phone it must be role play because I am not there to really take your balls, even though many times I wish I were. In my personal life, I castrate guys often. They pay me thousands of dollars, not $2.00 a minute, LOL. On the phone, we either simulate what it would be like to have your balls removed by a bad ass bitch, or you have a sharp knife handy and be prepared to call 911 after our call. Phone castration is fantasy phone sex. Logic would make you think that most men would know that, but some losers think I can come right on over with my knife collection and cut off their balls. This is phone sex, not an escort service. The men whose balls I take in real time have either paid me handsomely or just pissed me off that much like Gerry last week. Small dick loser who thought he could talk down to me. He made a couple wrong assumptions. First, he assumed I wanted to fuck him. Hell, no. I have standards and he did not meet any of them. Two, he thought he could insult me. Maybe that works on insecure women, but I am not insecure. I thought I left the loser in the bar, but he followed me home. Well, he followed me to my kill shack in the woods because I realized he was following me. He never left the cabin. I cut off his balls and his dick and left him outside bleeding, so the wild animals would tear him apart limb by limb. Gerry paid with his life for being a tool. If you are lucky, you just pay for a call and some extreme CBT torture sex.