Custom Clip. No name. "You’ve got a sausage (my dick) on a chopping board. You’re facing the camera, roughly from my PoV, as though I’m stood right in front of you with my dick lay before you. You’re holding a meat cleaver (or big knife). You found out I fantasise about getting my dick chopped off. You want me to admit my fantasy. If I don’t, you will actually chop it off and put it in a blender. You repeatedly threaten to really do it. Until I call you a bitch/cunt. And in a sudden flash of rage, you chop the whole thing off. With one quick, hard, definitive CHOP. Right at the base. You want me to beg for it back, so I can get it sewn back on. If I don’t beg hard enough, you’ll put it in a blender. You’re deadly serious, and eventually you do. You repeatedly threaten to actually blend it. Resting your hand or fingers on the button. Knowing every second you do, I’m in complete terror and suspense you’ll press it. A few times you scare me, building up as though you’re actually about to do it. Until in a moment of panic, I accidentally call you a bitch/cunt again. And in a sudden flash of “fuck you!” rage, you blend it with one quick push of the button."