I 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.
Tag: Medical fetish phone sex
Castration Phone Sex Fantasy Vs Reality
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.
Babysitter Phone Sex is my specialty
Babysitter Phone Sex is my specialty. I love to babysit and turn those tots into little punching bags. Slipping in some Benadryl in their juice and having them all knocked out. I call up my best fuck buddy over who has a great pcock, and together, we violate these littles together.
We both love to lick their tiny slits and finger fuck them so good. They are half asleep, but I don’t stop being mean. I begin to pull their hair and pinch them all for my amusement while my fuck buddy slides his juicy pcock deep in their tiny assholes.
It gets so wet to see him torture them, and when we are out by the pool, I even make them my little fun game and drown them for a bit and let them come up for air just in the Knick of time. The torture is excellent. They are so young they can’t even form a few sentences—what a wild hot adventure.
Castration Phone Sex Fantasy
Think you want castration phone sex? You would be surprised how many men do. They lack the balls to take their balls. Pun intended, LOL. That is where I come in. I am not afraid to chop off a man’s balls. Let’s be honest for a moment. If a man wants his balls removed, is he a man? I do not think so. I think I need to step in and chop those worthless nuggets off for a loser who cannot muster the guts to do it himself. Many find me from my ads on the dark web. Some I find all on my own, like Terry. He is a neighbor. Turns out he is a peeping Tom too. I was up late on calls, and I heard something in the yard. So did my dog. There was Terry with his face pressed against the bedroom window. I was in my dungeon which is in the front of the house. I ran outside with Billie my Rottweiler who is very protective of me. She stopped him from hopping the fence. I told him he could come inside, or I would call the cops. He chose to come inside. Did I mention he is a schoolteacher? Total pervert and I had no idea until last night. Once he was inside, I told him I was old school. I still believe in an eye for an eye punishment. I used my taser on him to make him more manageable. I put him in my castration chair to take his worthless testicles. This chair has killed criminals in the past. Now, it is castrating perverts. The way to stop a peeping Tom is to take away his dirty urges. The way to do that is to remove his balls. I separated his cock from his balls. One slice and they were dog food. Billie loves eating worthless balls. I used a hot skillet to cauterize his wound. And I sent the loser back home with his balls. I am a cock and balls torture sex queen. I have no problem treating your man bits like Mike Tyson’s opponent.
Snuff Porn Death Scene
He told me he wanted to put me in snuff porn. I needed the money, and I did not grasp yet what he was taking about because I was jonesing for my next fix. I thought I was at a temp modeling agency, but this agency was much more sinister. The guy I interviewed with was a sex trader who sells women on the black market. He did not have a job for me. He had a buyer for me. I just had no clue, until it was too late. I was in this dark room waiting to meet who I thought was my co-star. He was my captor and executioner. This was like Hostel. Women were duped into auditioning for their deaths. The guy came in wearing a black mask. He told me I was a piece of trash and a worthless junkie whore. He thought I was some street junkie who had no family who would look for her. I am a suburban housewife with a secret life. A secret life that was going to get me killed. He had all sorts of knives and devices that could cause fatal harm to me. He was into torture sex. He flunked out of medical school, but since he comes from money, he can buy his fun and fund his sick education. He started slicing my skin, peeling it off my body so he could see my veins and the blood pulse through them. The pain was immeasurable. I had never felt anything like this before. Surely, I was about to die. Die a horrible and painful death. I was tied up in his chair, skinless. Every nerve in my body exposed for his macabre experiments. I was going into shock when he doused me in gasoline and lit me on fire. I felt like I was in hell. I wished I were because that would have meant I was dead already. What are your snuff phone sex fantasies?
Medical Torture Sex
Torture sex is what I was there for, or so I thought. We had agreed to some rough sex, even hardcore anal. I even agreed to some minor, burns, cuts and physical abuse. I was duped. They lured me to this abandoned house in the middle of nowhere to harvest my organs. This was snuff not torture porn. I saw the instruments and surgical bed. Then I saw all the coolers. I was strung up wide awake watching a surgery on another dumb whore who fell for the same scam. They put her under but carved her up. No way she was surviving. They took all her vital organs. They even took her eyes. I was terrified watching this brutal dissection, especially knowing that I was next. I was kicking and screaming. I was going to fight being chopped up for parts. When a guy came to prep me for my dissection, I chomped his ear off. I was like a rabid dog and I was not going down without a fight. I gave the guy a struggle. I took his ear, but he managed to get a needle in me. The next thing I know, I am on a surgical table and a man is operating on me. I woke up while I was cut open and hands on my organs. I was paralyzed. I was awake in my own worst nightmare. They were weighing my organs and talking about how much money they would make harvesting a healthy woman’s organs. When they saw my eyes open, they teased and taunted me. Called me names and told me my death would benefit folks in a way me living never could. It was a hot medical fetish phone sex role play. I am hoping that someone else will sacrifice my life in the same way. I can die nobly.
Georgia’s recent medical fun
I’ve recently become informed in medical fetish phone sex! Oh my god it’s so hot and so fun! Being creative of all the fun and sadistic things you can do! Having a little girl like me as a patient or accomplice, we will have loads of sadistic fun together! It won’t just stop their either. I’ll take it as far as we can go with all the nasty and scary situations I put myself into. Aren’t you ready to hear about the true painful torture of such a hot tight body? Dominating someone like me or using me to dominate another poor little girl as we rip into her precious body seeing all the torturous things we can get away with on doing to her precious body. Let me be your sexy nurse while we bring some little ladies in for you to play with! Roleplay with me and make the hot fantasy come to life with my moans and screams baby!
Anal Torture Sex
Anal torture sex is something I am no stranger to; however, it is mostly men who are administering my anal punishment. I fucked over the wrong bitch apparently. I did not even know I had done it either. A couple weeks ago I met a hot man at a club. He had no ring on his finger and he forgot to mention a wife. I thought he was single and just looking for a one-night hot encounter. I was half right. I was at a different club last night and met this cool chick. Well, she was cool until I realized it was a set up. She spiked my drink. I woke up bound and gagged in her basement. She was yapping about me banging her husband last week and I tried telling her she had the wrong woman. She showed me a picture of her man, and I realized he had failed to mention the fact that he had a psychotic wife at home. She did not believe me when I said I did not know he was married. She had done her research on me. She knew I was a sugar baby and a GFE to married men. She would not have believed me if I protested more, so I just apologized. She took a baseball bat to my ass. She put a ball gag in my mouth to muffle my screams. I think her husband, the man I fucked, was upstairs clueless that his crazy wife was extracting revenge in their basement. She pushed the baseball bat up as deep as she could until it bottomed out and I shit myself. My asshole came out with the bat. I was prolapsed. I was bloody. I was shitty and I was sorry. I was verbally sorry to her for fucking her man. In my head, I was just sorry she was a crazy bitch who exacted revenge with ass rape porn.
Knife Play Phone Sex is My Weapon of Choice
Knife play phone sex is my poison. When I have any weapon to choose from, I pick a knife every time. Knives require skills. Knives make the fight fairer and I like a good fight. A woman with a gun is no fun. One pull of the trigger and the victim is dead. I like to prolong the imminent death. The thrill for me is in the hunt and the torture. I never just stab without some foreplay. My knives allow me to perform a variety of tasks too. I can cut. I can castrate. I can inflict pain. I can gut. I can kill. One instrument, so many ways to have fun. This weekend, my knives were used for castration phone sex. Nothing I enjoy more than taking a worthless pair of nuts. I caught this guy spiking girls’ drinks when they went to the bathroom in this bar I was at. I knew then he was my target for the night. I was not his type, but once I warned the other girls subtly, he was left with me. I got my inspiration from this movie Promising Young Woman. I am never a victim. I will protect other women though from predatory assholes. This looser was a short fat fuck. These women, myself included, were well out of his league. I acted drunk, but we never made it to his place. I took his balls in his car. Okay, I did more than take his balls. I gutted the predator like a pig. I took his balls while he was still alive though, so he would feel the pain. I taunted him with his balls too. I shoved them in his mouth while I turned him into a snuff porn star in his own car. I took his balls and killed him all with knives. One predator down, many more to go.
Sex with Dead Bodies in the Morgue
My last date sent me to the ER. I am not a free woman yet, but I get on Fet Life and meet guys. I like bad boys. It is my curse. While I was at the hospital, I met another guy with a dark side. So dark, he took me to the morgue for sex with dead bodies. I did not go willingly. I thought he was a nurse coming in to set my cast on my arm. He told me we had to go to the basement for that. He wheeled me into the morgue. I knew we were there too. I could smell it. I felt sick and demanded to know what was going on. He slapped me across the face so hard I bit my lip. This was not a chance encounter. He was there as a warning from the guy who sent me to the ER. He pulled out the fresh corpse of a young blonde and fucked her while I watched. He made sure I knew that if I talked to the cops like this girl did, he would be fucking my dead body too. I am a kinky girl. I like pain, but I do not really want to die. I promised I would not say a word. I never do. Men beat me all the time and I say I fell if I end up in the ER. I did not want to be in the morgue any longer. I pleaded to go back to my room. He fucked a few more dead girls to make sure I understood my fate if I spoke to the police. Then he made me an accomplice by forcing me to lick his cum out of a dead girl’s cunt. Her skin was like ice to the touch. The smell of formaldehyde made me want to puke. I held it back and licked away the all his DNA that the dead girl’s cunt had in it. I got a cast on my arm, kept my mouth shut and lived to fuck another day.