Come here, you disgusting filthy fucker. What do you think you are looking at? Do you think you have any right to gaze upon me and harbor sexual thoughts with my humiliation phone sex ? NO! You have no rights. You are my property. Nothing more than furniture in the living room of my whored-out life.

Be wary, because once you lose your style and function in my decor, I will leave it on the street corner to become a thrift shop thrash. Look at you, already losing form with your tiny spring poking out and that saggy scrotum! What purpose do those serve at all? NONE!

Come here! Spread your legs, slave. DO NOT MAKE ME REPEAT MYSELF! I will drive my heel down upon your worthless balls so hard that your scream will only be heard by dogs! Do you like it when I trample your worthless bits? When my heels stomp on your helpless cum drops? You smile. You enjoy it when I destroy your manhood one step at a time.

Feel my stilettos dig and grind into your left nut as the sole of my other platform crushes your right one into a fine mess. Crush and grind you until there is nothing left between your legs. Just a mush of what used to be your maleness. You are nothing but an ‘it’ now. A thing. Neutered. Having no gender whatsoever.

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I tie to you bent over to my punishment horse, spread eagle, vulnerable and naked. You feel the elastrator snap around what used to be your scrotum. The rubber band bites hard into your flesh as your scrotum becomes cold and dead. You feel my strap-on pressing into your ass. You hear the wet plop of a severed scrotum as you feel the pop of my strap-on diving deep into your ass.

I fuck you, as my new pet, mercilessly. You feel my breasts pressed tight against your back as I whisper into your ear “Welcome to womanhood…I’m just one sick bitch! Let Jackie dominate your ass!