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I wanna be your submissive slut tonight baby. I love having submissive phone sex, that is probably my favorite. I will do lay down and spread my pussy and wait for you to enter my fucking cunt. I love waiting for you by the door for you when you get home with my wide open for your cock. I like cleaning that cock after a hard day at work. I wanna be your little cum fucking slut. I want you to lock me in the house and just use me and you can even let your friends to fuck me. I don’t care what you do to me, You are my life and my cunt is all yours. You can bring other girls and fuck them in front of me I don’t care baby. Let me be your little fucking pain slut tonight.

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Accomplice Phone Sex: Down the Rabbit Hole Climax

Accomplice Phone SexI could feel the tears in my eyes. My friend was dripping blood from numerous gashes over her body caused by a whip. There were dark purple bruises over her kidneys, hips, thighs… Blood was dripping from her pussy and the pipe shoved far as possible up her ass.

The Monster called me over. “Cut her tits.” he commanded as he kept grinding that pole up her ass, fucking her ruthlessly with it. I could feel the tears start to overflow from my eyes as I shook my head. He grabbed my throat, fingers squeezing against my jugular making me see stars and feel light headed. “Do it bitch, or it’s your turn next.” he said to me with absolute calm, I believed this man would hurt me unless I hurt my friend. It made it harder to keep that self preservation when even through all the pain she was experiencing she growled at him to protect me. He laughed and let me go but with a shaky breath and a sob I whispered to her. “I’m so sorry… So… so… sorry.” my voice broke with the last sorry even as I ran that knife across one tit then the other. The sharp blade moving through the skin as if she was made of butter.

I winced as he kissed my cheek, gave it a condescending tap. “Good slut.” he told me as he left the pipe in her ass and came to take the knife from me. He took no time in turning from me and to her, the blade sliding into her skin causing a startled cry from both of us as he buried the knife to the hilt in her stomach.

WIth a triumphant laugh as he felt heard her wet breathing struggling breath. The warm feeling of her blood flowing over his hands and over his hard dick tenting his shorts he wore. He giggled… Actually fucking giggled… Pushing his shorts down to free his dick he moaned as he felt that dark red blood drip and cover his before grabbing Marley. Shoving it into her abused and raw pussy.

I could see the pipe slipping from her ass… The blood dripping out of her mouth as he made the knife fuck her stomach over and over, in time with his cock. It was like he was timing himself. Eviscerating her before he came, giving out his groan of pleasure. Shaking with the pleasure of his orgasm even as she coughed for the last time. Spitting blood all over his face even as the pipe crashed loudly to the ground. Pulling me from the trance I had apparently gone into.

I felt the world blur as she hung there limp, her muscles relaxing sending bloody piss down her thighs to mix with the huge puddle of blood and cum on the floor. The Monster came up to me, a smug smile on his face. He patted my cheek and I felt the sticky blood left on it by his hand even as he pulled his shorts up. “Remember slut. I know where you live now, and…” he took my chin making me look at my friend. “You would be such a good fuck.” he whispered in my ear, letting me feel the blood he left on my face again. “So… This is our little secret and your new problem isn’t it.” he whispered, his tongue licking over the edge of my ear. Making me recoil and gag. I was shaking and I had no idea what to do. My friend was dead and if I did anything to help her I would be too…

I felt the screaming sob ripped from my body as I fell to my ass on the floor. My body shaking uncontrollably as I tried to breath through the sobs. He left me then covered in blood and letting my door click shut behind him, my friend dripping from the ceiling and me with the smell of shit, piss, sex, blood and murder in the air.

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Snuff Phone Sex The Hunting Game

Snuff Phone SexMaster is getting into some seriously weird shit.

I’m starting to worry…

He got invited to this thing called the “hunting game” where apparently various Masters hunt girls and then they eat them… I’ve never really heard of that type of play before and it sounded a little extreme. Even for me.

He wanted to go though so off we went for the 4 hour drive to the middle of nowhere. I could tell that I looked nervous because Master kept doing his best to comfort me and assure me that everything would be okay. That I would be part of the kitchen staff and no one would hunt me.

I couldn’t shake this feeling of unease though and as we pulled into the long driveway to a nicely sized home he stopped behind the others that had already arrived.

The other Masters greeted mine with joy and even offered me a handshake and explained where the kitchen was and that the other girls would explain my duties when the time came. Then they brought Master a gun, it was a hunting rifle like one that would be used for deer and didn’t have any of the orange marks that a bb gun would have or a Co2 tank as with an air gun.

I opened my mouth to ask if it was a real gun but the look my Master gave me shut me up. He did not want me to embarrass him in front of the others by questioning his motives. So, I waited, quietly until one Master called out for his slave to take me to the kitchen and explain.

She looked nervous also, talking too quickly as she pointed out various objects around the house. Taking me out back to show me the cage of “pigs” which were all women with a pig snout tied onto their faces. Most of them were crying, huddled together, and when they saw us they begged for us to help them.

I wanted to help them so bad, find out what was going on… I don’t know why they were so scared, it was just a game the Master’s played right? The look the other slave gave me though, begged me to do as I was told and not to ask questions. It made me wonder if the girls in the cage were the ones who did…

She took me to a fire pit outside of the kitchen, it was huge and looked almost as if it could roast a full sized pig or cow on the spit that ran across it. “We’re going to be using this mostly for tonight’s dinner. This hunting game should last only 4 nights and we will be expected to cook a meal each of those nights without question or complaint.” that statement put me right back into my nervous state and it only got worse when I heard the sound of screeching metal combined with girls screaming and begging. “Move you fucking sluts!” a male voice yelled and I had a feeling the games were about to begin…

I was taken to the kitchen with other sober slaves, all preparing food for later. Peeling potatoes, cutting onions, it was obvious they were getting ready for a feast but there was no meat at anyone’s station. Before I could question it I was placed with the girls who were peeling potatoes and lost myself in the task until I heard raucous laughter and cheers of victory. “We caught two sweetling.” a blood covered man came into the kitchen and kissed the slave who showed me around with passion. He was worked up from the hunt I thought, and obviously from the butchering of the animal they caught. As more men were bringing in skinned haunches of meat and placing them into the freezer.

“You know what to do now baby.” and she nodded, smiling at him with a caress to his hard cock. “Alright girls! Time to go outside and roast the pig!’ she commanded. Leading us all out where I saw one of the girls from the cage… Her snout gone, her eyes glassy and unseeing, and her belly cut open where she had obviously been gutted and threaded through the spit. It going in her ass and out her mouth. The girls, without saying a word moved to tie her hands with metal wires behind her back, and her ankles up and to her thighs where her knees were connected under the spit to keep her limbs from flopping. A girl looked at me wondering why I wasn’t helping and the leader gave me a straight razor to shave her hair off…

I wasn’t sure I wanted to be here anymore… What did Master get involved in and would I have to do the unthinkable tonight? I was not looking forward to dinner.

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Accomplice Phone Sex: Down the Rabbit Hole Part 2

Accomplice Phone SexI could see the blood dripping from Marley’s body. The whip had hit hard and ripped her apart leaving angry red gashes and ribbons of blood that dripped from her onto the floor. I felt my hands shaking as he came back to me. Handing me the whip back as he took the pipe. I could feel tears in my eyes at watching the treatment my friend was going through and worked hard to blink them back even though I knew he made me into a Accomplice Phone Sex whore.

Marley took a deep breath and I could see her shaking with fear as he smiled at her with a look I’d never seen on anyone’s face before. I was sure that he was what monsters would look like for real and I was afraid of him in that moment… He swung hard, putting all his weight into the pipe as he hit right between her hips and ribs on her kidney. She screamed, her body going lax against the rope as a pained sob ripped from her body. He did the same on the other side, leaving angry red marks mixed with the welts. He hit each kidney again with the same intensity, knocking the breath from her and leaving her a shaking pile of flayed nerves. I couldn’t even come close to imaging the pain that she was going through. He then swung again, the sound of the metal pipe cutting through the air brought my attention as he hit each hip hard enough for me to worry that he had chipped her bone. Then again on her thighs. Making her sobs and screams louder and louder. When he finally stopped she sniffed, whimpered, tears falling to mix with the blood on the floor as she shook from the pain and sobbing.

He stopped, just watching her for a moment. His hand absently rubbing against his hard cock. I couldn’t believe that he was inside of me and so loving hours before. He waited for her to recover enough to look at him and with a smile that actually managed to get worse he moved closer to her. The fear came off of Marley in waves, she was terrified and begging for him to stop. I don’t think she was even aware of it. She just wanted so badly for this to stop and I wanted nothing more than to help her stop it… But if I tried I know he’d do the same to me so being the coward that I am I watched.

My insides hurt for her as she screamed. He had taken the pipe and forced it up inside of her pussy trying to put every inch inside of her and force the metal past her cervix. He pulled it out then shoved it again, again, and again… His hand was covered in her blood. It seeped from her pussy where he ruined her flesh. Forced open her body in a way that it shouldn’t have been done. She screamed, tried to move away, stood on her tip toes, kicked out, anything to make the pain he was causing her to stop… It seemed only to excite him more though, make his thrusts harder and deeper. She realized it too and did her best to stop moving. Bit her lip until it bled in an effort to not scream.

It didn’t help though… He kept going and going. The puddle of blood from her pussy bigger than the puddles from her whipping at this point. She sobbed with relief when he pulled out the pipe red and shiny with her blood and flesh. I was hopeful he would be done, give her the relief I so badly wanted her to have but he took it around. Using her blood as lube and shoved the pipe up her ass. Making her scream, her eyes shiny and overflowing with tears pleaded with me to help her and I gave her a thumbs up as I mouthed “I’m so sorry.”

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BDSM Phone Sex: Sharing the Slave

BDSM Phone SexMaster has learned that he loves to share.

He loves to make me scream, cry, and cum for him. Pleasure him in a way that only someone who can give all of themselves can…

But he takes a pride in watching another man hurt me and use me.

I take pleasure in it all.

Cut me, burn me, hit me, fuck me until I bleed… Just remember to let me cum or I’ll go crazy.

I’m thankful that those I work with have made it so easy to abuse and use me.

They have some amazing specials that let those who want to hurt me do it even longer…

What do you say? Would you like to twist my nipples? Bite me so hard I bleed? Fuck me up the ass without lube?

Hell, you could even piss in my mouth and make me drink it. Shit on me and make me rub it into my skin or lick it off my fingers.

I’m a well trained slave and watching me be used well is my Master’s favorite thing.

Just hurt me, please, that’s all I want is for you to take pleasure from my cries.

Do I have to beg harder? Kneel on rice and crawl to you on my hands and knees before you’ll pull my hair and hit me?

What does a BDSM Phone Sex pain slut like me have to do?

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Big tit fucking and the La Petite Mort

Big tit fucking“I want to smother you with my tits.” I told my boyfriend. He just laughed and pulled at the ties I had used to tie his wrists to the head board. He sounded a bit nervous as he looked down at my grinning face “Well… Hun, that might not be good… I like living after all…” I just giggled and moved down his chest giving him little nips and kisses over his chest and stomach.

He groaned under the attention, he could feel my tits drag down his body with me. He loved my tits more than anything else and his hips bucked as they went over his cock. “Fuck babe.” he whimpered as I let them sway back and forth and around his cock. His precum spreading over my tits before I finished my trip down and licked at the tip. Swirling my tongue around it and giving it a hard quick suck that made him gasp.

I followed it by wrapping my tits around his throbbing cock making him give me a new squirt of his thick precum. I didn’t even have to move, he was so enthralled with the feeling of my tits that he thrust himself up and down between them. His breathing hitching as he went faster and faster before he trembled. Covering my massive tits in his cum. I tsked at him “Naughty boy, what did we say about asking?” his cheeks flushed and he just gave me a shit eating grin and shrugged.

I moved my way back up his body, putting my tits against his lips. “Lick it clean babe.” he wrinkled his nose, he didn’t like his own taste but licked and sucked my tits clean like a good boy.

I wasn’t ready to let him up though, I felt like I should show him just where his place is and how much power I really hold over him and I squeezed my tits together tight and put them against his face. At first he moaned and motor boated me. I giggled as his facial hair tickled but soon as he realized it was hard to breathe when tits this big were in your face he started to pull, thrash, and try to move me. I just pushed harder, not letting that precious air to him that he so badly wants.

Then the fucker bit me! I felt the sharp dig of teeth on my breast and it hurt like a mother fucker! That bastard! I was thinking of letting him breathe as just the last moment, after all a little breath play never hurt anyone but that fucking hurt. The bastard…

I held those massive tits against his face until the fucker stopped moving, going limp on the bed and then I held on. Making sure that the fucker who would bite and mark my perfect tits wouldn’t get the chance to do it again.

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submissive phone sexSubmissive phone sex is very popular. The majority of my calls fall into this category. I don’t mind at all though because daddy raised a good submissive slut. From the moment I learned to crawl, I was taking care of daddy’s needs. My mouth and my baby asshole seemed to be just what he always needed too. Flash forward a couple decades and I am still serving men in a variety of ways. It may not be politically correct to say you want your women barefoot and pregnant and in the kitchen, but admit it, you do. It is okay to like your women on their knees worshiping your cock.  A phone sex submissive can help you have the perfect submissive whore. Sadly, as I am sure you know, many woman are bitches. They try to put you in your place and deny you your basic right to fuck them in the ass and degrade them. I’m not so foolish. I understand that I am here for you to use and abuse however you want. Until you can get the bitchy twat in your life to realize she has no power or control over you, I am here for all your submissive wet dreams. Torture, snuff, hardcore anal fucking, bondage, bukkae,  BDSM, asst to mouth, forced intoxication, cum eating, furry friends fun, force fucking, toilet play, gang bangs… you get the picture. I love making mens’ subby whore fantasies cum true.

A Most Amazing Night of Sensuality

Last night, I had a most enticing phone call. He introduced himself, go to know me, and then we started a great little fantasy. I dressed up in my little pink maids costume to cook him dinner. He was served steak and lobster with artichoke and asparagus cheese sauce and homemade chips.Cock Worshiping Phone Sex

I then knelt beside his chair and hand-fed him his food. There was only a little sauce left in its ramekin. Then, he asked me to stand up, and he bent me over his chair He walked behind me and ran his hand over my ass, up and down my slit, and then pressed down on my back to push my boobs hard into the chair. He walked back around and continued to press down on my back, but slapped me in the face with his cock before sliding it down my throat. He fucked my face for a good few minutes.

When he’d had enough of fucking my face, he stood me back up and pushed the dishes back. I sat, spread-eagle, on the edge of the table. He cocked my legs all the way back and poured the remaining sauce all over my pussy. The next thing I knew, his tongue was pressing hard into my pussy, licking up every bit of that sauce. When he had cleaned up every bit of it, he slid that big, hard cock into my pussy and made, sweet, sensual love to me until we both came. It was a surreal experience.

Slavery Phone Sex Beach Day

Slavery Phone SexToday I am everyone’s property.

We have gone on a retreat with the other slaves and Masters and Master wanted to show the others how well trained I was.

That’s how I ended up face down and ass up tethered to the beach. Just waiting for the tide to come in.

It was hard, because I could see people walking by. Coming and going and maybe if I was lucky the crunch of sand underfoot but for the most part I was blind, stuck, and totally helpless.

That’s why when I felt a big calloused hand on my ass, roughly rubbing at my soft skin I admit I squeaked. Even as that huge hand massaged and rubbed against my. Warming up my flesh before he moved his hand away and slapped against where he had been rubbing hard. Making my flesh jiggle under his hand.

“Mmmm… Good meat, I think it’s just right.” he teased. His huge finger playing against my pussy lips before pressing a digit into me. “So tight…” he murmured to himself, his finger felt huge inside of me! I was starting to be afraid for myself when he pulled his finger out and I could hear the sloppy sound of him sucking it clean. Then I felt what I feared, a cock head big enough I was more than sure it wouldn’t fit and the light grinding pressure of a man pushing. Slow and steady to work that big bulbous head inside of me and fill me up more than I had ever felt before.

The Adrenaline Button

Pain Slut Phone SexMaster has a new obsession with needles.

At first I was scared, because needs are used for shots. Hospitals. Doctors. Just a lot of scary associations but he has shown me just how wonderful needs can be.

Our first few plays were simple lines under skin on the arm, thighs, places where there was a nice stingy bite and then just the soft pressure of a needle resting there. I loved the sting and the designs he’d make with the colored ends and pieces of ribbon.

My Master truly is an artist and I love that he uses me as a canvas.

Then one day, he came in excited… He had heard of this thing called the adrenaline button and he had to try.

So he laid me down, playing with my nipple and making me squirm. His pitches and twists make the nipple so hard and my pussy wet as every pleasurable twinge went straight from that nipple to my clit.  Then he took out the needle, it was long and thin and as he pulled my nipple up so my breast was taut he let it slide through that pink areola. The sting was beautiful and it made my back arch and I gasped. Then he did another, and another, all the way to the tip of my nipple. My nipple was on fire, every nerve felt touched, and I felt my heart race. It was painful and pleasurable and so confusing all at the same time.

Then Master really began to play. He went to each of those needles. Twisting, turning, flicking. It was to much, I came on the table. Hard.

I was left a quivering mess of raw nerves and he didn’t even though my pussy. I think I love needles… I can’t wait to see what other ideas my Master comes up with.