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All The Pretty Bitches

            There’s one bitch that seems to keep coming around for more abuse. He ignores my wishes when it comes to our appointment times, and seems to think this is a huge joke. Not fucking hardly!

  It’s time for a very painful lesson in obeying me. Our appointment starts out as normal. I check his incisions and make sure he’s healing properly. I tease him, and promise he’ll not be strapped own. While I am giving him the slightest amount of pleasure, I quickly strap him in. He now looks rather scared. 

I force him to clean out my ass and pussy. He seems to be having way to much enjoyment.  I take my flogger and smash it down on his cock. He whimpers a little and I do it again harder. That broke the fucking skin. I fear this is going to get rather messy and bloody.

I did warn you!

 

Written By: Brianna
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Time For A Chat

 I have tried and tried to help you. I fear it’s time to go in a different direction. Your appetites have gotten way out of fucking control. I believe at this point, you’ve become a menace  to  all of society’s women. Yes, I said it!  You’re more than just a pig, you’re totally intolerable. 

I see you trying to get a look between my legs. Come closer, closer still. So very wet and inviting, isn’t it? Bury your tongue in me. Lick up all that creamy wetness.

Something wrong? It kind of tastes like jizz, doesn’t it? You lifted your head, looked confused, but you went right back at it. Your face looking rather like a shiny glazed donut.

You seem so proud of yourself and the good job you did making me cum. I feel it’s time to pop your bubble and let you know you ate another man’s cum out of me and fucking loved it. 

That is just the start of your total transformation.

 

 

Written By: Brianna
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Where The Fuck Do You Think You’re Going

             Sometimes I really have to wonder just what the fuck these men are thinking.  Your wife tells me that every fucking time she makes plans for a romantic evening, you cancel once you see the sitter. Whenever her Book Club comes over, all of a sudden you are interested in reading. Her mother? Really?  Since it seems you can’t handle a date with your wife, she has decided that your manhood is useless to her.

  Sitting in a bar, flirting with barmaid, is not where you are supposed to be. I am creative, and I tell you to meet me in the bathroom for a quick, hot fuck. How filthy can we get? Let me handcuff you to the sink fixture. Now, I got you!

We could have done this the kind way, with a bit of anesthetic. We could have, but your attitude calls for pain. I don’t have a scalpel, but I do have a rusty old pocket knife. Of my, I have made quite the mess. 

 

 

Written By: Brianna
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Your Ass Is Mine

I have tried so hard with you. I really did want to spare you. Not because I care, but because they’re one set of beautiful balls. I’ve had so much fun draining them over, and over again, but the time has finally come. Your behavior over the holidays was quite unacceptable. 

It seems however, she doesn’t just want to remove your manhood. She misses the good friends she had in high school. Since she has tired of sex with you, she has decided to make you into her best girlfriend from school. 

One last fuck you say. Absolutely, just not the fuck you were thinking. 

 

Written By: Brianna
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Let’s See Who Made My Naughty List

                      I think it’s time we had a little chat. This Christmas gift giving will be easy as I have so many bad, bad boys on my list. I believe you know what my bad boys get!

My first bad boy will be getting a simple procedure. I have tried, and tried to whip him into shape. I have actually pleaded with him, to behave. As he has not fallen into line, it’s time those trophy balls go.

My second bad boy doesn’t seem to understand that my young intern does not want anything to do with him. How he tries and tries to get her attention. It seems to be when you have a very, very bad dog, there’s just one thing to do to calm him down. My gift to you is to make you docile. 

        My third bad boy likes to play games with his precious balls. Chastity, plugs, clamps, and metal rods will be in his stocking. 

For some this is the season of giving, for me it’s the season of taking, and taking till it hurts!

 

Written By: Brianna
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Pain Is Sexy

There is just something so fucking sexy about pain. I remember my first taste of it. I was making a dress and my finger slipped. The needle went right through my thumb. I was fascinated at how it made me feel. My nipples stiffened and my pussy got so wet.  I guess I didn’t exactly put the 2 together at the time. I was a very strange little girl, I am told. 

I was a bit older when I realized what it was making me so excited. It was sweet, sexy, simple pain. I got ink pierced myself several times, but I needed so much more. What I needed was a partner in pain. 

It began simply like a punch to his balls during a blowjob. Maybe a bite to his lower lip then a spit to his face. I began to totally enjoy inflicting  pain, rather than receiving it. My collection of torture implements became huge.  It also became rather expensive to keep. That is when I got the idea to charge men to hurt them. Hurt them I do!

Do you have a submissive side you need to explore? Needing a bit of pain with your sex? Let’s explore.

 

Written By: Fetishista Frankie
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It’s Almost Here, Bitches

        Ever since I was a little girl, I loved Halloween.  That was the only time I could be truly me. My parents always had issues with my costumes. I began keeping them, wearing them to school under my boring clothes.  I loved leather, and pvc, and especially the color black.

The Halloween I turned 12, I added some handcuffs, a whip, and a ball gag to my costumes. What they were actually used for, I did not know. All I knew was they were fun, and made me feel things between my legs. 

Then came the magical day when we got our first computer. OMG!! I would rush home to look for hours. The day I found out what all my Halloween gear was for, was monumental. Men like to be whipped? Men like to be castrated? They like their balls hurt? The more I went down the black leather and sex toys wormhole, the more excited I got. 

            Now to the present. Nothing much has changed, except I’m a grown woman now. I love Halloween just as much as when I was a little girl. The difference now is that I know how to use all my toys. I know how to inflict sweet, sweet pain. 

With me, every day is the excitement of Halloween. Remember the mystery? Remember how it felt every time you walked up to a door and knocked? Will it be a treat or a trick?  Come to my door and let’s find out.

 

Written By: Brianna
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Scared, Are You?

   I have been traveling all summer and have missed a few certain men. I see my appointment book is filled this morning. 

I get ready for my first procedure, but you are very late.  I really can’t have this, as I am way too busy to have my time wasted. 

              I call you and your wife tells me you should be here by now. I see you at the coffee shop near my home. I hear you bragging about your sex drive and your huge trophy balls. You tell your friend that even the nurse can’t resist your cock and balls.

            You continue to brag, not knowing I am standing right behind you. I join you and your friend and suggest you come with me for your appointment.

                   You can tell me it all has been a fun joke.  You explain that you are very respectful to your wife and her friends. You beg me to listen to you.  Yawns. This is getting rather boring now. I trick you by kissing you and inject a slight sedative. You are now putty in my hands. 

It is time.

 

Written By: Brianna
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Indulge

Your little life is so boring with everything on a schedule. From the time you get up in the morning till you go to bed. Same with your sex life, missionary sex every time. It’s quite pitiful and I wonder just how you go on and one with it. At work, you’re in charge and we both know you need to have a strong woman like me take control of your sex life.

I know exactly what you need.

PAIN and plenty of it. What are you waiting for my pet? You have all the accoutrements hidden away in the basement under the old Christmas decorations. Is that why you always volunteer to get anything from the basement?

It’s time to use them because really what are you waiting for? Surely not for your wife to figure out what you really need. Get everything from the whips, to the huge dildo you’re afraid.

Give into your needs and we’ll take your desire for pain to a new level.

 

Written By: Brianna
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Trophy Balls

When it comes to getting what I want, I can be a little dishonest.  A close friend of mine was having some issues with her husband. He can’t seem to keep his hands and his dick to himself.  We had a lovely lunch and several shots of Bacardi. She was a little tipsy and suggested I remove the problem from her husband. He has always been a bit of a pig. It might be the booze talking, but I was tempted to take her up on it.

He arrived the next day very confused. She told him I was a sex therapist and that I was here to help with his problem. Once he was stripped down, I examined his goods. Castration? On those beauties? Seems like a bit of a waste to me. We struck up a bargain. I would take care of his needs and him mine. The only thing he needed to do was pretend I did the procedure. He was not to ask his wife for sex and in return, he would keep his balls. To sweeten the pot, I told him we could fuck every day.

He was back at my office for his checkup. We fucked the morning away and he left. Then came the frantic call from his wife. Clearly he’s not human, as he wants to fuck just as much if not more.  My, my, my someone has been a very bad boy.  As much as it pains me to say, off with his balls.

 

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Written By: Brianna
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