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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

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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!

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Medical Fetish Phone Sex

I’ve always been a crazy bitch, so crazy I spent a few months in a psych ward getting fucked by all the orderlies and staff. After my last attempt at suicide I was hospitalized in a state facility where all the staff were sadistic and hornier than any people I’ve ever met. They watched us bathe and sleep all while jerking off and secretly fucking most of us all through the long nights. I had a little meltdown when I found out my daddy wasn’t coming to visit and the orderlies decided it was time for me to be tied up in a strait jacket and sedated, not only that, it was time for me to get throat fucked by all eight of them. They took turns roughly gagging my screams with their dicks, in and out of my throat. I thought the torture would never end, secretly I enjoyed every minute of it and felt my twat getting soaked as they came down my throat and made me swallow the evidence of their abuse one by one.

Medical Fetish Phone Sex

medical fetish phone sexI like medical fetish phone sex. Why? Because it can get so perverted. Not to mention painful. I like pain too, but pain involving my girl parts is never fun for me. I have this guy I see sometimes. Why I do not know because it never goes well for me. Ever. I like bad boys. He is a doctor. Well, he was a doctor until they revoked his license for molesting women. He was a gynecologist. He performs back-alley abortions and gives women face lifts and Botox injections too. I do not need any of that. He likes to get high though and give me gynecological exams. I should say force me to have them. I get high, and he overpowers me. He forces me into stirrups and straps me down to his table. He cranks up the speculum and shoves all sorts of painful instruments in my cunt and pee hole. Last week, he put a pair of forceps in my cunt and pulled flesh off my vaginal wall while he shoved a sounding device in my urethra. I am not sure I ever screamed louder. He laughed as he kept putting sharp tools in my cunt where no sharp objects should ever be. I am a glutton for punishment. Nothing more than a torture sex doll. I get myself in the most awful situations willingly. Good thing I do not want brats because I think I got a free sterilization thanks to my demented doctor.

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.