We all harbor dark fantasies. And phone sex lines like mine provide you with a cathartic release. Now, don’t get me wrong. I do not only have fantasies. But I have realities too. Most men do not meet my standards. And most do not listen to my instructions or rules either. But they should because when they don’t, they lose their balls. And sometimes their cocks too.
On Friday night, I felt like I wanted to castrate a loser. And they are easy to find these days. Either I have become grumpier and less tolerant of stupidity as I age, or there are just a lot more self-entitled yet delusional men in the world. Perhaps, it is a mix of both. Chuck approached me in a Goth bar where he stood out like a sore thumb. Yuppie looking guy who thought I wanted to hook up because I said excuse me when I accidentally bumped into him.
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I have manners. But that does not mean I want to fuck some Yuppie or even talk to him. Most days I hate men. But this guy would not leave me alone. So, I planned to castrate him. Take the urge to hit on women not interested in him away. I am full of ball torture stories. And I just added another one. I drugged this Yuppie loser and escorted him to his car. I drove him to the address on his license. And I took him inside his home, tied him to his bed and waited for him to wake up.
Sure, I could have removed his balls while he still appeared passed out. But where is the fun in that? I wanted to look him in the eyes while I severed his worthless nut sack. And I wanted him to know why I took his nuts. I used a rusty blade and did not even cauterize the wound. Left him tied up and bleeding out. CBT phone sex is not just fantasy with me. It is my favorite pastime.
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