Tag: Medical fetish phone sex

Sadistic Phone Sex Twisted Doll Maker

I wanted to create something and be crafty. I’m a sadistic phone sex bitch and a Queen Bitch at that. I am no fucking Martha Stewart, I’m more a surgeon and butcher. I love cutting up little girls and love my chainsaw. I have a real enjoyment of blood splattering good times too. They go hand and hand. So it’s only the obvious thing to play as a good protagonist and follow my hero’s style. It’s Mistress Gray Frankenstein is an appropriate thing. I obsess over Science and seeing how to reanimate things after piecing them together and cutting up bodies.

Sadistic phone sex

I had the cutest little girl and boy the other day. I was curious about making them into a special little dolly. I found a trashy whore I lured in with some cocaine. I also got myself a high roller that would pay to watch me destroy these three. He loved the blood show and sound of the chainsaw cutting bones. I loved standing over my victims in heels and my hot body barely covered.

I needed to pull an Elizabeth Bathory and have that blood splatter over my bare flesh. I drained them over a tub and bathed in their plasma and blood while i masturbated in the bath. I loved stitching the little boys cock onto the girls body and the breasts of the trashy whore on her too.

Mutilation phone sex

You can play with my Frankenwhore if your good. I added the hookers long legs to that little body also. My client loved fucking himself with that little limbs of my little victims and putting the whores vagina on the little boy’s bottom was a true move for the real money. He was ecstatic and tipped me a cool grand! I love my eccentric Millionaire clients they are the best!

Medical Castration phone sex

Castration phone sex

Castration phone sex is not for every one. Only those men who need to have those pathetic useless balls removed! I personally like to add some cock torture to the castration process. Now medical devices are such a help when it comes to removing your testes. Can we talk about hot large sounding bars going into your urethra?

 I am such a fan of these medical instruments that I can use to torture you. I know what you’re thinking. You want to keep your balls and you don’t want your cock to have any pain. Well too bad, too sad. A man like you is not met to have his full ball set. Am I opinionated if I would like to slice your dick off? We can start with some barbed wire and a nice fillet knife. For my personal favorite and nice extra sharp diamond cut scalpel. The process might be a little bloody a whole lot pain. But I’m a sadistic talking deviant bitch who pulls no stops when it comes to castration and medical torture. I really don’t see those balls or that cock having a future. If it was up to me every call would be a medical fetish phone sex opportunity.one where I remove your pathetic useless male organs. Your girl Jezabel has a great need to eat your balls and dick and drink your blood! 

Your Taboo Phone Sex Accomplice

taboo phone sexI cater to your taboo phone sex fantasies. No vanilla fuck calls or gfe experience with me. My favorite things? Castration, accomplice calls, cannibalism and anything that involves snuff and rape fantasies. If you never attempt to make me your victim, we will get along fine. This is not a job for me. I do this to connect with worthless pieces of shit and like-minded sick individuals. I make my money being a sick bitch for hire on the dark net. Men hire me for the shit they are too weak to do themselves or they hire me to be an accomplice. I helped a guy last night remove his balls. Guys like him give me the knowledge for my castration phone sex calls. I am called a wicked butcher for a reason. When he arrived at my kill shack, he was already sexually mutilated from a botched castration attempt. One ball was black and blue and deflated. He clearly needed my help. I put him in my castration chair to be humane. If they pay me, I am humane. A few shots of whiskey, some Novocain and a castration ban, and he barely feels it. The after aftermath is what hurts the most. After about ten minutes in a castration ban, the balls sever easily. I use a soldering pin to stop the bleeding. Leaves a nasty scar, but a no ball loser does not need to worry about scars. He cannot get laid anyway.  He paid me several grand to remove his balls, kill his dirty impulses. I did. And I loved it. Ball torture sex is so much fun. Small dick losers love CBT and ball removal. Not all of them, but the ones who request some CBT BEFORE I take the balls, are my favorite. You see. I am not the one you call if you want small dick humiliation. I am the one you call if you want that, a lot of pain and castration too.

Medical Fetish Phone Sex Calls with a Wicked Butcher

medical fetish phone sexDo you enjoy medical fetish phone sex? I love it because I love sexual mutilation. I am known as a wicked butcher. I love to use my knife collection to destroy the sex organs of the very young. They way I see it, I am preventing breeding whores from breeding. I am draining the swamp of the future welfare moms with 10 brats and ten different baby daddies. I found this young teen whore running a scam on men outside of Starbucks. I know, I do not like the overpriced coffee kind of girl. I am not. I am the overpriced chai tea latte girl. In my defense, some of the best people watching is in a Starbucks. Cute young girls go into to get some sugary whipped drink that in ten years will give them diabetes. Most of the girls I see in one are flirty with older men who might pay it forward and give them a free drink. This girl I was watching had a different excuse for every man. She was not just collecting money for a drink or a sandwich. She was picking their wallets. I told her I was an off duty undercover officer, and she lifted a known felon’s wallet. I just needed her to buy my excuse to get in my car. I drove her to my kill shack. It took her a bit before the light bulb went off. When it did, it was too late. She was naked on my psycho gynecological table. Legs in stirrups. Strapped down. I put my knife up her cunt and sterilized her. I scraped her inside girl parts out. I ruined her for having brats she could not support. Okay, so I snuffed her too. I mean she saw my face. I just wanted the torture sex to come before her death. Girls gotta have some fun, right? She is coyote food now. One future breeding whore down, thousands more to go.

 

Mommy Rape Phone Sex Fantasies

rape phone sex fantasiesEvery woman has rape phone sex fantasies, but I am not every woman. I have darker than normal fantasies. I have a phone son who loves to explore mommy’s dark desires. We party together. I think that may be the root of all my evil. I am a coke whore. Mommy needs her medicine. And that need makes her do all sorts of wicked things. This phone son of mine exploits my addiction for his own financial and personal gain. Last week, my son paid me a visit. He knew I was desperate for a fix. This pandemic has hurt my finances and my access to coke. My son always has coke for his mommy whore, but it comes at a cost. I had to star in one of his little snuff sex live streams. I love my son. I know he has my back. That is why he only hits me from the front. He gives me coke to lessen the pain. I need it too because his audience is sending money for punches and smacks. They want to see my head banged against a wall. They want to see large items inserted into my fuck holes. They want to see me punched in the face. Spiral fractures, broken noses, busted lips and bruised skin is what they are paying for. I am just here to help my son and get my coke. My son was in a holly jolly mood too. Punches, kicks, slaps, burns, chokes…whatever his viewers wanted they got for Bitcoins of course. My son is sadistic. He gets off on torture sex. He always saves the most sadistic stuff for his own pleasure like fucking my pee hole while putting a plastic bag over my head, so I suffocate on camera. He comes close to killing me every time, but luckily, he does not. I think he knows how fun it is too abuse mommy over and over again.

Castration Phone Sex Fun

castration phone sexCastration phone sex will always be a favorite of mine. When I do real time castrations, I use an old electric chair my grandpa gave me. Its from the 50s and 60s. Several men died in that chair. I have refurbished it to turn it into a castration chair. I added a plank between the legs with a hole to separate the balls from the dick. All the original leather straps hold the arms, head and legs down. I will not lie, castration hurts. I can do it the humane way like you do with sheep, or I can do it the inhumane way, which is more fun. Well, more fun for me at least. I like inflicting pain. I castrate two types of men. There are willing victims. Pathetic yes, but either it is a mercy job or a paid job. Guys like that get the humane castration. That includes a castration band to restrict the blow flow which slows bleeding and makes for less of a scar. For men in this category, I numb the area first; I use a soldering iron to seal the wound and I use a clean blade. The other kind of men I castrate are just tools and pricks. They are lucky they do not get snuff sex. I loathe them and I do not care if they bleed out. I give no anesthetic. I often use a rusty blade. And sometimes, I take the entire dick too. They will have a nasty scar. What determines the type of castration you receive is you. Nice men who just happened to be cursed with small dicks or men who want to pay me to take the family jewels, get treated with compassion. Assholes, tools, misogynists and dudes who try to force themselves on women, do not. So. Do you want me to castrate you gently or do I just need to rip your worthless nuggets off with my bare hands or a rusty blade?

Castration Phone Sex and CBT

castration phone sexFor most of my callers, castration phone sex is just a fantasy. Most callers would never harm their best friend but for whatever reason, they like to fantasize about a sexy bitch removing their testicles. I have castrated men in real life for money and for fun. Last night, I talked to a real CBT junkie. He sent me bloody dick pics to prove it too. Those are the only kind of dick pics I want to see. He has a mistress he sees weekly, but he is addicted to genital pain and mutilation. We got along great. I am a fan of cock and ball torture. I have used urethral sounding devices before and I have made my own too. I am a fan of those long medical Q-tips and some Icy Hot. If you do not have a sounding device, we can make one to cause your pecker to burn and bleed. I have all kinds of methods for cock and ball torture. Castration is just part of the CBT torture sex that makes my pussy wet. I looked at the picture my late-night caller sent me again this morning. Tacks in his scrotum and around the base of his dick. The urethral sounding device sticking out of his pee hole. Blood tricking down his cock. Work of art. Takes a lot of dedication to do that to yourself too. I was on such a CBT high this morning, that I just had to castrate someone. It is easy nowadays to select a loser for castration. Just go to any news story and read the comments or look at Facebook. Tools are a dime a dozen. I picked the first tool who seemed in close proximity and hit him up on social media. Chuck was happy to come over. He thought I was so turned on by him I wanted to fuck him. He was a candidate for a Darwin award. The loser let me tie him up. He was so annoying; I chopped his balls off with a rusty blade and ten minutes later took his cock too. I had to dispose of his body. Thank goodness he was a runt. I should have known. Little men are the angriest on social media. Apparently delusional with no understanding of women too.

Snuff Sex Thanksgiving

snuff sexWhile others are having Thanksgiving, I will be having snuff sex. It is a holiday tradition. I am not the typical soccer mom. I will be up late tonight doing lines of coke while my stepson and his friends fuck me. They hate holidays. For my stepson, it is just a reminder that his father left his mom for a hot younger model. He has step mommy issues. He is bipolar too. A total roller coaster of emotions, and I never know what I am going to get with him. He showed up last night drunk. He had a bag with rope and BDSM equipment and ten friends. I tried telling him this was not a good time, but he was not having any of that. They knocked me down on my foyer floor, tore off my clothes and tied me up like a side of beef. They whipped their cocks out and told me I was a four-hole whore. I looked at them and was like, four? I could only think of three. As they fought who would take my holes first, my stepson was like leave the fourth one for me to destroy. I was scared. Were they going to cut my belly button open? It turned out he was talking about my urethra. I pleaded with him no. That hole is too small. Way too small. He did not care. He rammed it in and I yelped. I cried too. I could feel the pain and the blood trickling out my pee hole. That only put them into gangbang rape porn mode. They loved hurting me. They loved destroying my tiny holes. They played musical holes. Every one of them fucked each hole of mine, filling me with cum. He did not even share his coke. I was bleeding and crying. My holes destroyed and I know there is more to come.

Castration Phone Sex Spell

castration phone sexThanksgiving is approaching and I have castration phone sex on the mind. Did you know that in many cultures of the past, women derived strength from eating a man’s testicles? Witches routinely castrated men and often took the whole kit and caboodle. They casts spells and sucked the souls out of men using their own manhood against them. How amazing is that? I practice black magic sometimes. Too often, however, I lack the patience. I need to kill because it is quicker and more gratifying. We all have a bunch of extra time on our hands right now. While some women are cleaning their homes, I am casting spells. I am working on one that will stop my aging process. It requires the testicles of 4 men and the penis of one very virile man. Taking the balls of 4 losers was not hard. I made a weekend out of it. For right now, the bars are still open, but they are about to be shut back down, so I had to act quickly. I took out two Thursday and two Friday. Easy too. All four losers thought I was into them and would spread my legs for them. Sometimes, I wish my pussy had teeth because it would be so much fun to see the look on a man’s face when my cunt bite off his dick like a shark attack. That would be the ultimate snuff sex. I drugged all four guys to make it easier to overpower them. Put each one in my castration chair and cut off their useless balls.  I have gotten better over the years at preventing infection and blood loss in my victims. I had to be careful because this spell requires the losers to live to work. The spell is not about them like many spells. I just needed their balls. I have had to do some heavy duty cleaning afterwards. I mean, I cannot get a damn virus and they cannot get one either before my spell is cast. I have four sets of testicles on ice until I capture that one virile man whose penis will be the main ingredient to the spell that will freeze me in time. Maybe that is you?

Hey that isn’t the doctor

medical fetish phone sexI was held against my will by either a creepy doctor or a man who enjoys medical fetish phone sex. My day started normal – ate breakfast, took a shower and then headed out for my doctor’s appointment. It was my usual yearly exam and I wasn’t expecting anything unusual. I got into the exam room, took my clothes off, put on the gown they left and waited for the doctor on the table. I noticed that when he came in that he wasn’t my usual doctor and that he didn’t have a nurse with him. He was making all the right noises as he listened to my heart and lungs and felt around on my belly. Then it was time for the cunt exam. I slid down to put my feet in the stirrups and he had me keep scooting until everything from my belly button down was hanging off the table. He then placed a strap across my legs and said that it was new policy to keep people from falling off the table during the exam. I thought it strange but agreed. He then came up and placed one around my chest and over each arm- he kept reassuring me that it was for safety. He then rolled up the stool and sat down between my legs. He played with my pussy a bit and then said that he was going to do the internal exam. I felt a warm feeling as though I was being licked and then he placed 2 fingers into my twat and started fucking them in and out. I was starting to really enjoy this exam especially when it felt like he was eating my cunt like an expert. He then stood up and dropped his pants. He said that he could get a better exam this way and he shoved his fat prick into my unprotected vag. He then took the 2 fingers that he was fucking me with and shoved them into my ass. Omg I have never felt so full in my life. I was really enjoying this feeling of being tied down and used when he came inside me and right up against my unprotected womb. I felt his seed being shot right against my cervix and knew that I was pregnant already. He pulled his fuckstick from my quim and shoved it with no warning into my ass. I was screaming and he leaned over and told me to shut my cumhole that he was doing this anyways. I whimpered as he sawed in and out until he unloaded another load in my ass. He pulled his cock out dripping with his cum and came over and shoved it in my mouth to clean. He told me that if I was good that he would let me go after I cleaned him up. I reluctantly sucked his cock in tasting both his cum and my ass and cleaned it while he mauled my tits. He told me that I was a good girl and he untied me. He told me that I needed to wait 10 mins before leaving and that he would be watching. If I left any earlier then he would follow me home and kill me. I waited and got dressed slowly. After   mins I left the room and headed for the front. The receptionist said that she was sorry but that the dr had been tied up with another patient and that he should be in soon to do my exam. I just told her that I wasn’t feeling well and needed to reschedule. I told her that it should be a prenatal appointment as I thought I was pregnant. I headed home checking over my shoulder every few steps. Didn’t see anyone but I thought of him every time over the next 9 months that the baby moved or kicked. I delivered my brat and named him Mystery. I keep waiting each year at my annual to see if my friend would re-appear but nothing yet- I guess there is always next year.