Extreme cock and ball torture sex feels right to me. I just love torturing a man’s junk. Too many men thing a woman’s body is there for him to use. Not on my watch. A couple days ago, this fucktard white boy walked into a Goth bar wearing a T-shirt that said, “Your Body, My Choice.” And I decided right then he needed neutered. A man who sports a tee shirt like that has predatory tendencies.
Even if he has not assaulted a woman yet, I knew he would if given the chance. So, I hit on him and took him home to meet my Venus Flytrap. As someone who thoroughly enjoys castration phone sex, I get excited when a potential victim makes it easy for me. This tool came home willingly with me.
I have everything a sadist needs to mutilate a man’s junk. For years, I castrated men on my repurposed death row electric chair. However, I recently repurposed a beaver trap I found near the lake behind my house. If I only knew who set it, I would make him my next victim. I have no tolerance for animal cruelty. But I found it ironic that a man who thinks he owns beaver, lost his ability to fuck beaver because of a beaver trap.
If You Prey on Women, You Will Meet My Venus Flytrap
He found it less amusing. The loser bitched and hurled insults at me while I had him tied up. The beaver trap I find makes castration hurt even more. Plus, he could get a nasty infection from the rusty jaws on the trap. When he saw it, I knew he knew what would come next. And he genuinely seemed scared. But he needed neutered so he would not assault any woman in the future.
He begged me not to do it, but no one has ever talked me out removing a man’s balls. You should have seen his face go ashen white when that beaver trap latched on to his balls. If I did not live in the country, the neighbors would have easily heard his screams. But I do love the sounds of pain men make while I inflict mutilation phone sex techniques on their balls.
Blood splattered all over the floor. He screamed bloody murder. But he eventually passed out from shock. Even though I wanted to kill him, I like to let my castration victims live. I think it’s a far better punishment to live with the knowledge that you will never have an erection again. Death is too easy. And I like to make worthless men suffer for the rest of their lives.















Violent phone sex with you has me in handcuffs, my full body stocking being ripped to shreds, my nipples pinched and twisted, my pussy is soaked,my ass is hungry, I have become a slut for pain and punishment,I hear the door open and see a dark figure in a full latex suit with only a tongue an abnormally large cock uncovered, you have his leash in one hand taser in the other,walking over to me pinching my hard nipple, my hands cuffed above my head, as my legs are spread open each ankle tied to the bedpost, pussy dripping and waiting to be touched,sitting on the bed next to me you unleash your latex covered friend, Feast! Is all you say he dives between my legs licking my pussy like a wild animal ,grunting and moaning as he tastes my juices, I’m squirming as your masked accomplice licks my gash, Feed her!
My latex lover climbs next to me on the bed,his huge cock leaking precum as he shoves his massive member in my mouth fucking my throat, gagging me with his huge cock, my eyes are tearing up but that does not stop the savage attack on my throat.Fuck her! Pulling the huge cock out of my throat,as I struggle to catch my breath, My latex lover fills my pussy with what feels like a foot of dick as he strokes my slutty center, pounding my cunt like he is trying to bruise my cervix, holding my waist while hammering into my ocean, I squirt my sex sauce all over his huge dick as you watch him fuck me you stroke your fucking cock telling Mr Latex to breed me, moments later I feel the warm thick load shoot deep in my juice box, you walk over to the bed dick still in hand spraying ropes of cum down my throat, a huge hot load of jizz and not a drop wasted.



