Dark fantasies are the only fantasies a sadistic bitch like me has. But I enjoy making my wicked fantasies come true. Pain and torture excite me. Not my pain and torture, but your pain and torture. I am a stone-cold killer. And an evil bitch. Anyone who tries to dominate me never survives the encounter.
I met James at Walmart one night. Walmart serves as purgatory for me because only the dregs of society shop there. So, I look around until I find a winner. And James won last night. He started yelling at women for no apparent reason. I think he might have been an incel sort of guy. And I could see why.
My deep dark need for cbt phone sex torture forced me to follow him home. And I knew I would neuter him. I keep a castration kit in my trunk. You never know when a loser might need me to revoke his man card. And that’s what I do. I neuter horny, angry men. No backed-up balls, no asshole behavior. But no ability to fuck or procreate either. The world needs fewer toxic men.
Nothing Hotter to Me Than Destroy Your Cock and Balls
I entered his home behind him, forced him inside and made him strip. I tied him to the coffee table, but do not feel sorry for him. He deserved to lose his junk. And he did. But I made him suffer first. His pain, my pleasure. When I slipped the castration band on his balls, he started to take me seriously. Somehow, initially, he thought this might be a prank.
But once I started carving up his body, he realized this was no prank. This was his life. His ball less life. Castration bands work quickly. Leave it on long enough and the balls shrivel up and turn necrotic. But I wanted to take his balls as a souvenir. So, I severed them from his body. Something to provide me with more ball torture stories.
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