Castration phone sex is a special treat for a girl like me. Don’t get me wrong, I love getting ass-fucked senseless by my hunky Master Daddy.
But sometimes even a masochistic whore like me needs a fresh pain pinata to beat.
Thankfully, my Master allows me to cherry-pick my own helpless soon-to-be-sex-slave-to-be. I thought long and hard about it, agonizing over which poor schmuck to brutalize next.
Finally, I settled on Finn, that whimpering twink who’s always complained about his tiny dick and begged Master to make him a girl. Oh, how I love cunty little boys!
I grabbed Finn and dragged him to my boudoir, where I wasted no time in forcing a slutty dress on him. In the mirror, he stared back at me with wide, teary eyes, all dolled up in makeup. He knew there was no going back.
Then, I strapped him down to the table. I pulled out all the tools, but my favorite was the big metal clamp. I got so excited when I squeezed it around his balls.
“You wanted to be a pretty girl, sweetheart? Well, I’m gonna make you one by gutting your junk!” I laughed maniacally right before I used all my body weight to squeeze the clamps down.
Within minutes, Finn’s balls were in a bloody cup, and I was busy suturing up his empty sack. The scent of blood filled the air, and it was so satisfying to show Finn they were finally gone.
I think he was making happy moans. I mean, who knows, he didn’t have any painkillers. And once they were gone, I had to take the rest of it. So I got the scalpel and got the shaft off too.
My surgery skills aren’t that great, so my Master took over and gave my Torture sex victim the tightest little pussy. Now Finn is Fiona, and pretty soon she will get the biggest set of tits!




















