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Mutilation Phone Sex Means Fun with Your Cock and Balls for Me

mutilation phone sexMutilation phone sex takes all kinds of forms. I am a cock mutilator by trade. I loved to ruin a man’s junk just because I can. I carve up little sluts too, but that is mostly for profit. Castration and cock and ball mutilation is for personal pleasure. I am not one of those women who believes men rule the world. There are plenty of men who do not deserves their cocks or the balls. I am not talking about perverts who diddle little ones. I am talking about chronic masturbators. Men who try to force their tiny dicks on grown women like me. I am talking about tools who think they can dominate a woman just because they have balls. Balls are not some badge of honor and they do not give you certain rights. In fact, I will argue that balls are a privilege not a right, and therefore your privilege can be revoked whenever I want.

I revoked Lawrence’s balls. He is a fucking neighborhood loser with a tiny dick. A peeping Tom. He also drugs women’s drinks to take advantage of them at community events and parties. I put an end to all that. I cannot have a major creeper in my community continuing to violate women. He needed some free castration phone sex. Oh, he paid but not with money, LOL. I drugged him at a neighborhood block party. I usually am not very neighborly, but this loser needed put in his place forever. I switched his drink with the drink he laced to give to some unsuspecting woman. When he was acting drunk, I escorted him home along with a few neighborhood women who wanted some revenge. It is called Karma, Lawrence. You cannot drug women and fuck them and expect nothing to come back on you. He met Karma that night. He was intoxicated but coherent enough to know what was going on. Coherent enough to feel the pain of several women giving him back what he is ode tenfold. Torture sex does not even describe what us girls did to his junk. We carved our names into the flesh of his cock. We severed his balls. We anally tortured him with household objects. And we made him a eunuch. He will no longer be slipping women mickies to take advantage of him. Karma always comes back to you guys, and if I find out about your predatory behavior, I will bring Karma to you sooner.


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Snuff Phone Sex

Snuff phone sex drives you wild. I love to make my master happy, so whenever I bring over a friend, I torture her. If I don’t torture my friend, my master will torture me twice as hard. I don’t want to be on his bad side. If I ever decide to disobey him, I know that it will be hell. My cunt is his; he will do what he wants with it when he wants with it and wherever he likes. It hurts me, but I must do whatever I must to be spared. I am not one to torture other women or anyone for that matter. You have to do what will get you off the hook when you are in a challenging situation.
As a good enslaved person, I’m going to make him happy and make sure that I torture the slats and get his cock nice and hard.


Anal Obsession

VIOLENT PHONE SEXI’ve got ass obliteration on my mind and your shit hole is my target. Ever since I’ve sunk my teeth in a cock loving faggot I can’t get enough of boy pussy. My last victim let me punch fuck him until he got dizzy and his ass looked like an open mouth with no teeth! I want my next victim to be a macho unwilling participant in my ass violation. Maybe I will set up a tinder date s that you and I can abduct him in the parking lot. We can take turns shoving things up his dry unprepared orifices until he is ass is a raw flappy meat pile and blood is trickling down his nutsac. As he screams I’ll shove my fist down his throat and make him suck my entire shaft while you’re on the other end playing kickball with his saggy nuts sack. Each kick to his nuts sounds like a tennis ball being wet across the court. The gasps and gurgles from my cock in his mouth while I have violent phone sex with his throat will ring out like bells. Taking his last breath will sound the best. The low whisper of death slipping past his lips as he fights to survive It’s like music to my ears! 


Gangbang Rape Porn Fantasies are Not Just for Men

gangbang rape pornI have gangbang rape porn fantasies. I think most women do, but we like them to be fantasies. The reality is never quite as hot as the fantasy. At least not for the women. I was sound asleep in bed when the dog started barking. I got up to see what was going one. I was jumped by a man. Turns out he was more like a teenage boy. I thought maybe he was one of my son’s friends. He was not alone. I asked who they were and what they wanted. I knew what they wanted. You only break into someone’s house for a couple reasons, and none of them are good reasons. These boys had lust in their eyes for me and rape phone sex fantasies on their mind. I started to scream. My sons and husband were in the house. No one heard me because the AC was rolling, and they gagged me quickly. I was just some old whore they wanted to bang. They did not really take turns though. They just gang banged me simultaneously. Two cocks in a hole. I was jacking off others. They gagged me with my own panties. The boys smelled like weed and booze. I joked with them about not being able to get hard if drunk, and they slapped me around with their hard cocks and told me they had no problems there. And they did not have any problems. Young boys rarely have dick issues. I was just hoping, I guess. I was being assaulted in my own living room while my family slept through it. I soon realized that no one was going to rescue me. I was going to be used as an ass rape porn star until these horny teen boys could not cum anymore. I slithered back to bed next to my husband with a wet pussy full of cum.


Bondage Phone Sex with Women is the Worst Because Women are Mean

bondage phone sexBondage phone sex can be so much fun, even erotic with the right partner. Women, however, are never the right partners for me. I do love eating pussy. I have no problem licking a hot cunt, rimming ass hole or even just bumping and grinding pussies together. I love pussy as much as I love cock. So, what is my problem? I will tell you, my problem. Women are mean. Some of the meanest people around. I met Sandy through a male friend. She said she was dabbling in bondage. She asked me, because she knows I am a bondage whore, if I wanted to help her out as her practice dummy. I was happy to lend my stacked body to her to further her experience. I am a bondage Barbie doll. A taboo phone sex whore pretty much game for anything. She practiced different knots and positions with me. She had my arms bound behind my back like a pretzel. I was all contorted and in pain, but kept my mouth shut. Then it was like a fuse blew and she became a different person. She made me suck on her feet and toes. That in and of itself is not bad, but she put her big feet together and shoved both in my mouth at once. I was gagging, choking and I even puked. Her feet were big and not in good shape like mine. She of course was not happy that I puked on her feet and made me clean up the mess she claimed I made. I got smart with my mouth, and she whipped me. Whipped my tits until they were bloody raw.  She then tried to smother me with her ass. Like I mentioned earlier, I can eat ass, but this was more akin to suffocation phone sex. I could not fucking breathe. I even passed out a few times, but her whip brought me back. Women are the worst to other women. I would rather try my luck with you.


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Bloody phone sex

I finally liked a guy and he was my greatest trophy, I meant his cock was my greatest medallion. When we first met he was great, almost perfect. Then as time went by I became obsessed over him. I had him by my side everywhere I went until one day… A female said Hi to him and he said it back. Oh lord, I was furious. I kept my cool until we got home. That is when I unveiled my secret torture dungeon in my basement. I took an oath when I first met him 3 weeks ago that I would cleanse myself and become a better version of myself.

But, nooo he couldn’t stay cool and not say hi back to that stupid whore.

Ughhh I’m so mad. I brought him down to my basement and locked the doors behind me. Then I asked him to drink my homemade “wine”… Minutes later he was passed out. When he opened his eyes he was tied up and I was in my villain black leather costume. He didn’t know it was me. I couldn’t reveal my real self to him. He would hate me. I had planted a fake head that looked like mine on the ground right next to him with blood all over it. I made him believe that we both got kidnapped and they chopped my head off.

I wanted to traumatize him just like he did me when he broke my heart waving back and saying hi to that stupid ran down whore walking by us. It’s sad he has a good dick but unfortunately it must go. I wanted to disable him forever. I need him to turn into a pussy. I want him to look in the mirror after this experience and call himself a bitch. Without any numbing medication I got his dick hard and cut it off with garden scissors. He screamed his pain away until he passed out.

When he woke up he was in the intensive care unit. I didn’t want him to die I just wanted him to suffer!


Murder Phone Sex Fantasies are My Specialty: Let’s Kill Together

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Murder phone sex fantasies are my specialty. I cater to your darker thoughts and fantasies. Sometimes you are the one who wants to die, and sometimes you have a victim already lined up for us to slaughter. Either way, I am down to play. Most men are not so stupid as to attempt to kill or force fuck me. But every now and again, I meet a dumb fuck with a death wish. Brett was the latest dumb fuck. He hired me to help him kill his daughter’s best friend. Apparently, he spiked the little bitch’s drink one night and fucked her, but she was not completely out of it. She was a smart little one. One I wish could be my accomplice phone sex partner. She has been blackmailing him since. He has a lot to lose because if convicted he would spend the rest of his life behind bars being some guy’s bitch. So, not only was he dumb enough to not drug her completely, he thought he could fuck me too? Like the fee he paid me to take care of his problem meant he owned me. I was clear that the money he gave me was solely to get rid of his problem. Now, I had to turn the tables on him. He was too dumb to live. I had the intended victim do the honors. I would have killed her had this dumb fuck stuck to our agreement, but this was an opportunity I rarely get. I had a protégé. A young girl obviously devious in her thinking and methodical about her planning. I gave her my knife and let her do with him what she wanted. This was revenge. She cut his cock and balls off and shoved them in his mouth like she was baking a cake. She did not flinch. She did not hesitate. She is my mini me and I am going to groom her to be a sick dominant taboo phone sex bitch like me.


Torture Sex Kind of Nights are Becoming Way to Common for Me

torture sexIt was a torture sex kind of night. I owe some money to a loan shark. I got desperate for coke and took out a loan I could not repay. My stepson suggested this guy to me. I should have known then I was being set up to fail. I did not borrow much. Not like most people would. I figured he was not going to break my legs over $1,000. I was right. He was not going to break my legs, but he was going to make me work it off in a BDSM movie. My stepson was in cahoots with him. This was the plan all along. When the due date came, my $1000 had tripled. What the fuck. He told me it was his money his rules, then offered me a snuff porn role to make up the money. I had too. I did not have that kind of money. I figured how bad could it be? I need to stop asking myself that question.  It is always worse than I expect. It began as any snuff type film. A kidnapped woman wakes up alone in a cement basement, dazed and confused. I meet a masked man. He put this steel trap on my head that was heavy and made everything dark. I was not sure what kind of contraption this was, but I was not comfortable at all. The metal trap on my head was heavy and it was weighing me down. My masked master opened the top of the cage and poured what I thought was water in the cage. It was urine. Like a gallon of piss. I was drowning in it. If I wanted to survive, I had to just swallow all the nasty piss, so that the urine was no longer covering my nose and mouth. This was like some sort of Chinese torture phone sex game. My fight for survival kicked in and I guzzled piss until I could breathe again. I collapsed on the floor, but that was just the beginning of my torture.


Snuff Sex is Not What I Wanted but it is What I Got

Snuff sex is why I am here most days. I am a good accomplice too, but most guys want me for their own personal use. I met Stan on a fetish site. Turns out we did not live too far from each other, so I was down to meet him. We agreed that I would be his accomplice and help him lure a teen girl to his house. He has long had rape fantasies for hot teen sluts. Can you blame him? The teen girls today look rode hard and put away wet. When he saw me, he changed his mind. He thought I was hot.  I am in my 30s and pretty used up. I have perky tits because they are fake. He decided instead of taking any risks in kidnapping a girl for his rape phone sex fantasies, he would just fuck me. I was not prepared. I wanted to be an accomplice. He saw my pictures and never mentioned wanting to fuck me. He thought I was not the girl in the avatar. He assumed I was some old middle-aged woman past her prime. To many men, I am. To this guy, I was his dream bimbo. We talked about violent things to do to a young girl. I never would have suggested a double fisting in her ass if I realized it would be my ass he was wanting to fist. I tried to convince him that I was not what he wanted, but he was certain I was all he wanted. He drugged my drink when he realized I was not going to give in easily. I woke up tied to a bed with my legs bound up to my chest and his two fists in my asshole. I started screaming in pain. I was not ready for this. I did not want this. But I was stuck as his ass rape porn star. Two days later and my asshole is still prolapsed and a raw, sore mess. I guess I am always going to be the victim.

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Snuff Phone Sex with a Taboo Bitch

snuff phone sexSnuff phone sex is what I do. It is clear in my blogs and my bio. Some dickwad called me last night with honey this and baby that. He wanted to fuck me. Like romantic girlfriend experience shit. I do not do that. I am not your girlfriend. I will never be anyone’s girlfriend. I do not need a man to get off. They make toys for women like me. I do not do well with baby talk and stupid shit like cuddling. I am a loner. I like it that way. So, when Charlie called me for the girlfriend experience, I thought he was purposefully pushing my boundaries so I would react. Turns out, Charlie was just stupid. He got a call last night, but not the one he wanted. Or at least the one he thought he wanted. Once I gave him my best castration phone sex role play, he was down to let me abuse him. He had never met a bitch like me. I hear that almost daily. Lots of women need men. They pretend to be something they are not to get a loser. They use catfish filters and change who they are for some dickwad who will cheat on them or emotionally abuse them. I do not get it. But I also do not get men who want to make a woman something she is not. I mean why would Charlie try to make a sadistic bitch who loves knives more than men, his girlfriend. Now that I removed his testicles free of charge, he is probably wondering the same thing. Although he was shocked and not at all willing in the beginning, he cannot stop thinking about me. That is because I am often the first woman to step up and but a guy in his place. I am no June Clever. I will not ever be some doting housewife who cooks and cleans. I am the taboo phone sex psycho who castrates, tortures, force fucks and kills. Do I sound like your kind of woman?


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