Category: Bondage Phone Sex

Such a Tease..

I fuck with a passion. I love to fuck. I have those men who whisper in my ear at the clubs and at the bars telling me they want to take me up to their rooms and make love to me. Sweetie, I am the best damn fuck you will never have. I like to play with these men who think they can make me cum harder than my toys. This one guy I came up to me at the pool. I was relaxing and enjoying the sun and my drink when he just shows up blocking my sun. He just wouldn’t stop. He told me he could make me cum 8 ways. I was interested but I knew better. 

I took him to my room, where I had him lay down on the bed. I tied his hands to the head board, and made sure he was real comfy. I turned on my favorite songs to fuck to and grabbed my big cock out of my suit case. I down in the chair in front of him and told him that he would never have anyone else like me so he needed to really watch me. 

I started to suck on my dildo like I would if it was his cock. I fucked my own mouth like it was a porn start mouth fucking one of his slutty costars. This nerd was so hard just by watching me get my dildo wet. What a sad little man. I laid back and started rubbing the tip of the big fake cock on my clit and pushing it in and out of my tight pussy. 

I watched him struggle as his cock got harder and harder as I fucked myself. Watching him like that made me cum even harder. When I finally made myself cum, I got up on the bed and got on top of him. He had a full view of my ass against his rock hard cock. I had no plans on ever fucking him, but I did want to make him cum. I rubbed his cock against my ass through his shorts until he came hard. 

I loved teasing him. I loved that I made him cum with out him even being inside of me. I’m sure he was like most men and wouldn’t be able to handle my pussy. They usually cum after a few times of being inside of me. Like I said I like to fuck, making love it for weak women. 

Master Knows Breast

When I was just a wee girl, I would sit on the couch with my parents and watch classic TV shows like “Father Knows Best.” It was such a wholesome family show. My mom was clueless about what my daddy would do to me after he tucked me into bed. He always slithered back into my room after she was asleep and said it was time to play a little game; a special game just between him and me. His game was called “Father Knows Breast.” He would suck on my titties. They were smaller then, but he loved to play with them.  He did all sorts of things to my breasts at night. He would tie them up; put nipple clamps on them; pour hot wax over them; put his cigarette out on my nipples; bite them; cover them in melted chocolate for a special midnight snack; spank them; squeeze them… There was nothing off limits in his game of Father Knows Breast. My breasts were his to do with as he saw fit.

His favorite thing to do of course was to fuck them. He would climb on top of me at night, push them together, and put his big daddy dick in between them until he shot a load of thick jizz all over them.  He would call me a dirty whore and a cock tease, then sneak back into bed with mommy. My boobs, my body belonged to daddy. They still do. He was my first master. Now, I have way bigger boobs and I love them to be mutilated and tortured in a game I call Master Knows Breast. Would you like to play?

I Need a Master

I had a date with a really nice guy last night. Sadly, he wanted to worship me. Saw me as his Goddess.  Spent hundreds of dollars on a nice meal and drinks, then a play. I got all prettied up. Even looked classy for once. But I was bored. Idle chit chat about work, sports, movies, families makes me wanna scream. I know I should be married with some brats like my friends. But I just don’t do traditional relationships. I am not the soccer mom type.

I want a man who will make me his bitch. Own me. Put me in my place and not on a pedestal. As my date was fucking my cunt last night, I felt myself laying there counting the moments until it was over. See I don’t want to be made loved to. I want to be forced, taken, used… I want my pussy to feel pain not pleasure. Hurt my worthless cunt. You can pierce it, stab it, slice it, shove anything you want into it, burn it, use it, spit on it, kick it, fist it, sew it shut… I don’t deserve my pretty pussy. I don’t deserve love.

I am a subby bitch whore, not a goddess. Trust me, I know my place. Will you be my Master?

BDSM Halloween Party

I thought I was going  to a Halloween Party. I dress up as a sexy futuristic girl in latex. When I arrived, I discovered it was indeed a party, but not the kind I was anticipating. It was a BDSM party. It appeared that the men at the party had all brought a member of their family. I was with my son as were a few other women, but some brought their sisters, a couple even brought their daughters. I was a bit hesitant as I did not know these men. They were not friends of my son’s. This was an underground club. Who knew what to expect.

My son offered me up first. I was scared, but then two guys grabbed me and threw me down on the ground. They hogtied me and put a ball gag in my mouth. They then took another woman and put her in a straight jacket type thing and strung her up above me. I was forced to watch as they tortured her ass with this huge crystal rod. It was several feet long and very thick. As they shoved it up her ass like a cattle prod she was flailing about above me. She was in extreme pain. I could see the tears in her eyes. I looked around and all the other men, including my sick son, were jacking off enjoying the show. More women, some younger, some older got the same treatment.

I wondered what my fate would be. After they were  done with the other women, they turned their focus to me. It seemed like I was their favorite Halloween treat.  They took the ropes off me, but restrained my arms behind my back.  They forced me down in such a manner that my ass was in the air exposed. I felt that crystal rod penetrate my ass. It was the biggest, largest thing I had ever felt ravage my backdoor. The other women had it easy. I got fucked by it for over an hour. My ass was gaping open so much, a head could have been inserted inside me. The other men where shooting loads of cum in my gaping ass like they were at a target range.

They had just begun their fun. Every guy at that party gut to double penetrate me with that rod and their cock. My son was the rod master, fucking me deep with that thing, while the others took my cunt. Man after man came in my pussy, while I got anally ravaged by the crystal rod  for a few more hours. I could see the fear in the other women’s eyes as I was being gang banged and anally tortured. Turns out that was the reason for this little Halloween Party. For other women to see what can happen to them when they get insolent or disobedient with their masters. I was the party favor. I got the worst treatment because I was the example. Turns out my son a put an ad on the Internet for  a bitch training. Once again he made money off my ass. I should just feel grateful I got the treat of all those cum filled cocks. I know my place. It is to service men however they desire.

Trick -r- Treat

 

I love Halloween!!

I am always excited for the young dad’s or young teen boys to come to my house.

I always get them to come into my house for one reason or another. 

I ask them if they want a trick, or treat…

My treats are the best.. 

They get blow jobs, butt sex, they can pound my pussy or fuck my titts. 

Most of them go for the treat.

Some how ever go for the trick. 

I sit them in a chair and blind fold them.. 

I put on my strap-on and make them suck my cock. 

Or I tie them to the couch and fuck their ass. 

A few men LOVE my tricks but there are the ones who where dumb enough to as for it.

Those men hate it, and often say they will call the cops..

I giggle and show them the video cameras I have set up. 

If you tell on me I’ll tell on you. 

The ones who love my tricks how ever always get a treat after words. 

What ever I do to them they do to me 🙂

Happy Trick-r-Treating!! 

Submissive Phone Sex with Cassandra: I am no Goddess

More times than not, men mistake me for a Goddess. I am tall, blonde, beautiful, buxom, intoxicating. I get it. But never judge a book by its cover. I am a Goddess in appearance only. The true me is a total submissive whore for you to use how you see fit. Nothing is off limits with me. I want a master not a lover. I want to be controlled, not be free. I want to be used , not spoiled. I want to worship not be worshiped. I don’t want to be dominate, I want to be dominated.  I don’t want a relationship, I want an ownership.  I crave a sadistic relationship, not a romantic one. I want to wear a collar, not a necklace, to suggest you own me, not that you love me. I need you to hit me, not caress me.  I need to feel pain, not love. I need to feel humiliated, not proud.

I don’t want to be smothered with love, but smothered by a pillow, your pillow. Don’t hug me, hang me. Don’t kiss me, kick me. Don’t put me on a pedestal, put me in a cage. Don’t adore me, whore me out. Don’t cater to me, cut me. Don’t buy me gifts, burn me with your cigarettes.  Don’t make love to me, fuck me. Don’t make me cum, cum on me. Don’t fondle me, fist me. Don’t tease me, deny me. Don’t save me, scar me.

I want a dark, sick, twisted relationship based on ownership, control and pain. Spank me. Spit on me. Hate me. Slap me. Bruise me. Torture me.  Mutilate me.  Degrade me. Hog tie me. Suspend me. Beat me. Do I sound like a goddess? Of course not, because I am a slave, a bitch, a whore, a victim, a submissive. I will never me a goddess, a girlfriend, or a lover. Because I was born to serve, born to worship, born to be used. And, I will serve you however you deem fit. My pain is your pleasure Master. I am waiting to be used and abused.

It won’t stop :(

That jerk William somehow got pictures to blackmail me with. There were pictures of me in class with my legs uncrossed with no panties like Mr.Thompson ordered me too, but he also got pictures from the nightmare inside the boy’s bathroom. I was mortified, now I have two people to take orders from.
I thought about telling Mr.Thompson, I just didn’t want to be a tattle tale and I also didn’t want to make William angry either or even possibly disappoint Mr. Thompson. I was being spineless, but I wanted to avoid any further humiliation.
Mr. Thompson had eased up on his punishments a bit, so that was good. For now, he was happy with no panties and the new task of sucking his cock before school started in the morning. I was more worried about what things William would have me do ( or do to me ) now because he was much more sadistic . He told me I had to meet him at the abandoned playground after school so all day I was anxiously dreading the last bell.
The time came for me to accept my punishment from William. I was trembling as I walked up the hill, through the patch of woods that lead to the old playground. There was still a jungle gym and the frame of the swing sets minus the swings. From the frame there was a rope hanging tied into a noose. William must really hate me or even want me dead if he’d do a thing like that! I started to cry a little, but I could hear someone approaching from behind me so I thought it wise to wipe them away to avoid any further punishment or embarrassment. Time to get what I deserve, like a big girl.
He demanded that I place the noose tightly around my neck, tight enough to hurt me, and that he would check. If it wasn’t done up to his standards he assured me there would be hell to pay. I was frightened, but did as I was directed. The noose was tight, but it didn’t hurt me yet I only acted like it did because I could see the other end of the rope in William’s hands so I knew it would hurt me very soon.
He pulled on the rope, cutting off my air while at the same time jamming his cock unlubricated into my ass. I attempted to scream, but it was impossible. I could hardly make a sound other than gagging. Just as I felt as if my eyes would pop out of my head and everything was going dark he released me for a few minutes. He still held the other end of the rope so I knew it was a matter of time before he’d pull it again.
I was terrified awaiting him to cut my breath off again and of course as soon as I got comfortable he cut it off again. He went right back to fucking my ass and sometimes alternating between my ass and my frightened wet pussy.
This time everything did go black, but slowly. I felt myself getting weaker and weaker until my body went completely limp. The next thing I remember I was on the ground grabbing my throat again, gasping for air. His hard pink cock was pointed directly at my face, I started to cry again. I couldn’t control it. He shot his cum directly onto my tears and rubbed  his cum into my face with his cock.
He left me alone on the ground like last time with the noose still around my neck.

I have to find a way to hide what happened because no one can ever know about this.

Phone Sex Fetish with Vinny: Ghost Fucking

I am a very sexual creature. Have been since I was young, will be when I am old. Very few things I won’t try or that I am not receptive to sexually. So when a friend told me about  Spectrophilia I was curious. This is a fetish or paraphilia in which one is attracted to ghosts or spirits. Essentially fucking ghosts. Not gonna lie, even as open minded as I am, I was having a hard time with this one. That was until my friend and I spent an exuberant amount of money to stay in a supposedly haunted house just so we could fuck a ghost. Now she claims she has before and it was the best fuck of her life. I am not going to deny myself the best fuck of my life just because it’s a supernatural fuck.

When we entered the house, I was in a heightened state of arousal, so was she. Call me crazy but I could feel a presence in the house, many presences and it was damn sexy. We took our clothes off and decided to walk around naked in hope of attracting Casper the Horny Ghost. I was really excited to try something new. I do love big black cock, always will, but something about the unknown is pretty hot too.

Then suddenly, out of know where I felt a push against my body. I was being forced to the  railing of the stairs. I looked at my friend and her eyes were glossy and she seemed to be out of her body. I was being pinned to the railing. My cunt was dripping. I was attracted to something, but no idea what it was. It was frightening and sexy at the same time. Then my friend, as if possessed, tied me up and but a separator bar in my mouth. She was restraining me for my ghost, for my spirit or maybe it was a demon.  I didn’t care. I wanted fucked and fucked hard. I felt hands on my body, grabbing my tits. I felt fingers in my cunt. I felt hot breath on my neck. But, I saw nothing.

Then it entered me. What felt like the biggest cock I had ever had inside me before. And, trust me, I have had some monster cock inside me. I couldn’t touch back. It sucked. I was restrained. My friend was just staring at me watching me thrash about. She was not her. Then she came over to me and kissed me. She had never kissed me before. He hands started exploring me. She grabbed a dildo and started fucking my cunt while my ghost moved to  my ass. Pretty sure I was getting tag teamed by two supernatural entities. My friend was correct.  Screw ghost hunting. Ghost fucking is where it’s at. This was amazing. My holes were being drilled. I was cumming over and over and over again.  I could not stop.

Suddenly though, it was gone. Whatever had entered me, left and my friend awoke from whatever state she was in and was horrified to be between my legs. I explained that her body had been high jacked by a spirit to help fuck me. She was jealous, but I assured her this house was a hotbed of ghostly sexual energy and she, no doubt, would have her turn. She did. And I got fucked more that night. I still love me some big black dick, but I am a total whore too for ghost fucking. I ain’t afraid of no ghost. In fact I am downright turned on by ghosts!

Anal Phone Sex with Blair: Mommy’s Anal Loving Ghost

Have you all seen the movie Ghost? Well, I have my own ghost story. Maybe not as romantic as Demi Moore and Patrick Swayze, but hot as hell. We live in this old restored Victorian house. When we first moved here a few years ago, I thought I was just a little out of sorts from the move. You know things would move around, doors would randomly shut, flashes of odd light would show up in pictures…. Then I started feeling like I was quite literally being fucked in my sleep. At first, I thought my son was sneaking in my room at night and slipping me his cock. He had done that before. But for one, I never had a wet spot other than my own pussy juice and two, it would happen when my son was not even home. Mostly, these ghostly like fucks occurred when I was all alone.

One night I decided to test my theory out. I did research on the Internet about how to capture a ghost of film and camera. I set up a hidden camera. Dressed myself up in something sexy and laid myself out on the floor. I did this 4 nights in a row and nothing. Okay, I was crazy. Then on the 5th night, I was getting ready to tear down my ghost cam when I felt something grab me. It grabbed me by the neck, pushed me down on the grown and tied me up. Even shoved a ball gag in my mouth. I saw nothing but my own bondage equipment floating in the air.

Then I felt weight on my body, heavy weight. Hands were exploring me, entering my holes. I was turned on by my dominant entity.  I was being suspended in air. I was scared but not so scared I screamed. I was also extremely turned on. My cunt was dripping. Then I felt arms from underneath me wrap around my body. Strong burly arms at that. I tried to convince the ghost to speak, but it only put its hands around my mouth and shoved the ball gag in deeper. As I was writhing in pleasure suspended in air, I felt my ass being penetration. Whatever was fucking my ass was huge too. I was being fucked in the ass by the invisible man, or a ghost or some sort of spirit. I could feel my ass stretching out, I could feel fingers in my cunt. I could feel myself cumming.  I was so wet. This was not a dream. I was being fucked and fucked hard. By what was a mystery.

The next morning I woke up covered in cum. On the floor, sweaty with my ass sore. There were marks on my nipples from clamps. Bruises on my rib cage from where I felt hands holding me tight. Now I do like to party and party hard but I was drug free that night. Ghosts were only in the movies right? Then I remembered I still had the camera running. I played it back and was amazed to see my ghost caught on camera. The pics were a bit blurry but clearly there was someone or something else there with me. I wanted to tell someone but who? Being fucked in the ass by a well hung ghost was National Enquirer material, or shit you tell your therapist and she prescribes you a nice psychotic med.

I did some research on the house and as it turns out a Norman Bates kind of dude owned it before we bought it at an auction. How appropriate. A horny momma’s boy died in the house that I fuck my own son. Maybe my ass reminds him of his mother’s? I decided this would be my secret until now. My anal loving ghost has been back several times. I don’t care if you think I am a crazy. A horny mommy’s best friend is an anal loving ghost.

 

Bondage Phone Sex with Cassandra: Never Take a Ride from a Stranger

It was a gorgeous day for once. So, I decided to take a drive in the country. Well, my car broke down. I was out in the middle of nowhere. I had no money with me and my fucking cell was out of signal. I started walking when a man in a jeep came along that rural road. He saw my car a ways back and put two and two together. Now, I normally don’t take rides from strangers. I know the dangers but it was getting dark and I was miles from civilization. I hopped in his jeep. I mean he didn’t look like a serial killer or anything. Looks can be deceiving.

The moment I got in I knew something was off. I just felt it. I tried to jump from the jeep, but he grabbed me by the hair and snapped me back and smashed my face so hard against the dash board I lost consciousness. I woke up naked, hog tied and strapped to the hood of his jeep like a dead deer. Now, I like bondage phone sex, but this was real and I was in Deliverance country, so anything could happen. He thought he was 4 wheeling with all the bumps he hit. I wanted to puke. He drove me to some cabin in the woods. Dragged me in by my hair like a dead animal. He strung me up and put a gag in my mouth that had spikes. Hurt like hell, and pinned my tongue in such a way that I could not move it without risk of slicing it. He wanted me quiet.

He tied me to a rack and brought out this huge fucking machine. I love those things, but not like this. He was planning on using this thing against my wishes. I was strapped down so I could not move. I felt paralyzed. He starting ramming that thing in my cunt at warp speed. Seriously, I was convulsing from the over stimulation. It was not pleasurable at that speed, for that length of time. He sat in a corner in his sex dungeon of a basement and jacked off watching me suffer. Tears running down my cheeks, pissing myself; shaking uncontrollable. This all turned him on. I was drenched in sweat, piss, cum, tears… He was still jacking off; enjoying my pain, my discomfort.

After what seemed forever, he cut me down and removed my gag. I was too drained to scream or fight him. He carried me upstairs, dumped me on his bed and tied me to each corner. I asked him what his plans were for me. He just said, “Stupid bitch. Don’t you know to never take rides from strangers.” He gave me an evil smile and left the room. He didn’t return until the morning. I had pissed the bed. I smelled awful. I looked even worse. Then he untied me, fucked me, and dumped me outside naked and filled with cum to find my way back home. Said he knew where I lived and I better never speak of this again if I valued my life. What he didn’t realize was that I don’t value my life.

Do you like bondage phone sex? Perhaps have rape phone sex fantasies? Well, I am a good subby bitch. Use me as you see fit.