He wanted more than evil taboo role play. Castrating him was a gift from his sadistic whore. He even wrote me a poem after. To thank his evil whore.
“Cut my balls out of the hairy bag and cut the tendons. Take my balls forever, my love…leave me without is to be eternally yours. I want to be your eunuch without balls. Peel the skin back make me a female. As you make me live forever without my testicles by your side.”
But being the evil slut, I am I decided his balls were not enough. I needed his dick cut off. He would have to slice it off for me. I wanted his manhood. How else would he be the perfect accomplice? I needed him to think with his brain not his head of his dick. I need a man who would be able to drag bodies and let me maim and fuck up beautiful pussy, tits, and ass for well-paying clients. My men wanted a fresh un-popped cherry and I couldn’t let my muscle get carried away and fuck before I got my pay off!
I had my own dark fantasies and I wouldn’t let his dick get in my way. It helped that he liked his ass being pumped full of cum so I would not have to completely take his pleasures away. That dick would be sliced off cleanly. Leaving him a pee hole and I would make a mold of it cast it in bronze so he would be reminded of his manhood and how he gave it away for me to be his mistress. I did not let that dick go to waste I wrapped it in bacon from his fat wife and had filet of cock for dinner. I would be the most seductive murder whore now!
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