Phone chat numbers should be no taboos. Some are but most arenât. So, youâre in luck. You happened upon a site that has no taboos or limits. Personally, I couldnât work for a vanilla company. Vanilla is a flavor of ice cream. Itâs not a form of sex. At least not for me.
But I donât do traditional sex calls either. Iâm what you would call a sadistic bitch. Iâm your accomplice or youâre my slave. But youâre not your lover. So, I bet youâre wondering what my specialty is then. I specialize in dark fantasies. Iâm a sadist. So, if youâre a masochist, youâre in the right place. Or if you have fantasies involving you hurting someone else, even killing them, youâre in the right place too.
But my phone chat lines are not for boring traditional fuck calls. I castrate men for looking at me wrong. Hell, Iâve castrated a man for just holding eye contact with me. I donât like very many people. And Iâm not a traditional woman who needs a husband or a family or even girlfriends.
Iâm a dark loner bitch. However, I am a Goth girl, and I go to Goth bars. So, I consider the Goth community sort of like family. And I donât need to like them or hang out with them to feel protective. When I learn of some predator praying on Goth girls, I torture him before I finally kill him.
As a Goth Girl, I Take Out the Trash
The bartender let me know she saw a loser spiking Goth girlsâ drinks. So, I went to see if I could trap him and kill him. He seemed easy to spot. They always are. I sat at the bar alone, waiting for him to make his move and when he did, I switched the drinks. Goth folks take care of each other. Which means they turn a blind eye to my criminal activity in the bar when itâs for the greater good.
I pushed the loser into the unisex bathroom and castrated him on the floor. I travel with a knife strapped to my inner thigh for such occasions. You never know when you might meet a man who does not deserve to keep his balls. And no loser who spikes girlsâ drinks to take advantage of them deserves his balls. Do that shit in a college bar not a Goth bar.
At home, when I castrate a man, I can do so without a huge mess. But I did not travel with a castration band and a soldering pen, so he left blood all over the place. I left him in the bathroom. Put a closed for maintenance sign on the door. I knew the bouncer would take him out with the evening trash and put him in the dumpster out back.
You would think men would know by now they canât get away with that shit in my bar but every couple of weeks we must take out the trash. I told you I was not the typical woman who does phone sex. Believe me now.
Dark Bitch Venus
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