Sometimes, phone chat numbers handle darker fantasies. I am not a vanilla girl. My fantasies as well as my experiences run dark. I specialize in extreme cock and ball torture sex and that includes castration.
And I also deliver some hot accomplice role plays too. The kind that involves snuff and force fucking girls of any age. Except me of course. You can never force fuck me. Or attempt to dominate me in any way. That shit doesn’t fly with me. I don’t care that you paid for a phone call, that doesn’t mean you get to call the shots. The customer is not always right.
Recently I did a call with a man who claimed he wanted extreme cock and ball torture sex. He’s used sounding devices in his pee hole before. And he jacks off sometimes with icy hot. He’s even inserted very large and painful things in his asshole before.
And he decided that he wanted to castrate himself with my help. Honestly, I thought the guy was just in a deep fantasy. I didn’t think he would castrate himself on a call with me. No one ever does. Because let’s face it, that’s why men need ball busting mistresses like me. They just can’t inflict the pain to their family jewels like somebody else can.
But this fucking loser did it. With my help of course. I do see all sorts of things on my phone chat lines, but this might have been a first. He purchased a castration band online somewhere. You can get them easily because people use them for their sheep and cattle.
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Now I think the dipshit thought he could put it on, take a picture with it on and then immediately take it off. Those things aren’t meant to come off. Once they’re on, your only way of getting it off is using a razor blade to try to slice the rubber. However, that comes with the risk of cutting your dick.
This loser started freaking out. Big time freaking out. I mean this felt like some Darwin awards kind of behavior. I heard him screaming, running around knocking shit over like a cat with his tail on fire or something. No doubt the pain hit him and hit him harder than anything he’s ever felt before.
But of course, the loser felt too nervous to try to slice the plastic off with a razor blade. And it was too tight to slip a knife under the band or even a pair of scissors. Talk about some kinky phone sex. He had the audacity to get mad at me. Fucker you’re the one that wanted castration. I just planned on having him slam his balls in a book and take a spatula to the head of his dick a few times.
That phone call occurred a few days ago, so unless he managed to muster up enough courage to try to cut that rubber band off, his balls are gone now. They would have necrotized. It’s just a matter of time before they shrivel up and fall off. Be careful what you want losers. I’m a sick bitch and I don’t care if you really hurt yourself.
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