“Ouch! Ouch! Waaaaah!” That’s music to my ears during one of my many cock and ball torture phone sex calls. If I don’t hear some whimpering, yelps, and pleadings, then I know I’m going too light on the cbt. And many of you know I’m not a lightweight when it comes to torturing dickies and those pathetic spunk sacks. Quite frankly, I think that’s why God put cocks and balls on men - as devices for women to pull and lead men around by. If we women want to do some sadistic cock and ball torture, even if it’s during cbt phone sex, then it’s our delightful and superior right! Neener, neener, weiner-weiner! Call me now to get your first three minutes of ball crushing phone sex free.

Humiliation really isn’t any fun unless it’s hardcore. It almost makes your heart beat out of your chest when you take a chance and actually get to hear women laughing as you willingly humiliate yourself for our entertainment. And what’s really funny is that you’d pay to be publicly humiliated. The problem is, once you’ve done something humiliating, you need to top it the next time. I’ve got one humiliation slut who is in serious need of being ass fucked with my thick strap-on cock up on stage at a club. He needs to be displayed as the sissy slut serving wench that he has always dreamed of being, and moaning as he takes every inch of my thick rubber cock up his bitch hole. His balls get tight in his panties just thinking of a room full of people watching me warm up his pasty white ass with a hairbrush before I mount him with my cock and start riding his ass as my girlfriend stuffs his mouth with her cock. I know that in the back of your mind you’ve thought of what it would be like to have your lips wrapped around a cock and having one deep inside you turning you into a cum slut bitch for cock. I’ll only tell my girlfriends about your secrets so we can all have a good laugh at your expense.

Let Me tell you about what has been going on with this totally pathetic little money pig and pain slut that I have been using and abusing lately. This human ATM just can’t get enough of hearing Goddess Ginger tell him how he is going to get the shit kicked out of his ass if I ever get him on stage at a fetish party. I have made him pay hundreds of dollars to listen to Me tell him the details of how I would whip, kick, and punch his ratty balls until they are totally black and blue.

It’s like, the more I laugh and tell him how close I will get to neutering him with My powerful bitch boots, the more he gets excited to pay Me more and more of his cash. I know how much he loves the pain while I laugh at his tiny little excuse for a cock, but he just keeps paying and stroking and paying and stroking some more.

I just tell him to keep it up like the pathetic little money machine he is to Me and that his dicklet is so small that it is only worth torturing for My entertainment anyway. I totally get into driving his slave ass crazy by describing how I would fuck him hard up his pussy-ass with My thick, 12-inch, real-feeling strap-on cock while I dig My long red nails into his shriveled up little balls. Recently, I sent him out to this sleazy strip club and told him that, every time he saw a pussy exposed to him (which was, like, hundreds of times, LOL!!), that he would have to bend his cock back under his fat ass and crush his balls with his trembling hands. Haha!!!

That shrimp-dicked cash piggie just can’t get enough of thinking about Me while he gets what he deserves… an abused little cock and a totally raped wallet. It’s all for Goddess Ginger and he fucking loves it. You should see the sexy evil smile on My face when he calls Me. I love being a Bitch!