To me, the best phone sex is never vanilla sex. Although you can probably tell by looking at me, I am not a vanilla girl. But I am a sick goth girl, and I believe my pleasure is your pain. Honestly, testicles I find are overrated. You can live a perfectly normal life without balls. A sexual life, but a normal life, nonetheless.
Sometimes I meet a man with big dick energy, and I just know he’s got tiny balls he doesn’t deserve. Men you should only exude big dick energy if you have a big dick. Big dick energy with a tiny little dick and balls should not exist in any of you. Yet it does. And that’s when I take the wind out of your sails, literally. I take those balls. You don’t deserve them.
Let me spell this out for you. I’m a nasty freak. A sadistic bitch. So, if you try to drug me so you can take advantage of me sexually or try that shit with any other girl in a Goth club, I’m coming after your balls. Men who take advantage of women sexually, don’t deserve their balls. And honestly, it’s the principle of the matter. I don’t like anybody taking advantage of Goth girls because they feel like we make easy prey. That shit doesn’t fly with me.
So, I set a trap for Charlie. Not his real name. Honestly, I don’t know his real name. I’m certain that at the bar he gave me bogus information. But when you can anticipate somebody else’s moves, you gain the upper hand. I switched the drinks when I distracted him, so he ended up drugged not me.
Balls are Overrated, So, Men Do Not Always Need Them
And when he woke up, he found himself strapped to my castration chair, which is an old death row electrocution chair that I upcycled. I added a wooden plank down the middle so that I could strap the cock to it and pull the balls through a hole in the plank. I strapped his arms and his legs and his shoulders to the chair. And then I put a bite grip in his mouth because I planned on making it hurt.
And just like that, another loser lost his balls. The castration band did most of the work. After about 30 minutes, all I did was tug on the balls, twist and then snip snip. I plopped them into a jar of formaldehyde and took them home as a souvenir. Sure, I could kill these losers. And I did murder a few in the past. But I honestly think men suffer more knowing that they can never get an erection again. I left him with a constant reminder that he’s a predator. And his actions resulted in these consequences.
If you cannot tell, I’m a no limits phone sex bitch. And I like the more extreme talk. But never for a second doubt my dominance. I will always be the alpha and you will always be the beta bitch boys that I teach a lesson.
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