I felt the barbed wire across my back and the sharp pang of his belt across my back. “You like this little game don’t you slut!” The tears in my eyes refused to fall and the lock that strapped the chain around my neck helped me to realize I was his. He pulled on the chain harder and I felt the barb wire tearing my flesh. This was his game and I dared not say anything. If I cried there would be so many things that he would do. I obeyed all he said and wanted to run but there was no where to run. I felt the alcohol fall across my back as my open wounds sizzle from pain. I didn’t cry out I could just take all that my master wanted and needed me to be. I had been doing this since before I moved out from under my uncle. He had kept me to himself for so many years and now all I could do was obey my new master or there would be hell to pay. As the chain was pushed into my aching flesh,for me not paying attention, he used the gag to control my moans.
I don’t know if this was the thing that happened to most lovers, but it was the best intense pain that I could imagine. I loved when he took the sponge and inserted in my pussy for being good and punished me with barb wire as he was now when I was being bad. It was hot and my need was increasing for release in my cunt. He would own and seize me. Will you?
Category: Bondage Phone Sex
Seized in Captivity
Domineering Replacement
I was his slave and I know it sounds out dated for those living in the 20th century but I was the type of girl who loved to have her beau or man in her life tell her what to do sexually. My quivered thinking about the responses that it gives when I am told what to do. I quiver when I am being tied to the bed or locked in dark place and ordered to suck cock. It was this type of behavior that ran me into Brad.
First things first, Brad was the first responder when my uncle had locked me in the basement for most of my life only letting me out to go to school or to suck on his hard protruding cock to fulfill his need. Over the years my being told what to do had escalated and I loved for a man to tell me to take it in my mouth and swirl it around and bend my ass over so he could probe his fingers in my ass. That was the kind of shit that really turned me on and left me reeling and most of the time begging for more. I wanted and needed a man to take control!
When Brad walked into my life he was possessive from the start sexually and would have me on my knees for hours sucking his cock and letting the cum drip down my breast and licking it off with his tongue. It was tantalizing for a while then things started getting very kinky, like he would want me to invite guys over so he could suck their dicks and stretch me wide inserting things in my clit and watch masturbating as they took turns throbbing their beast in my aching pussy. But I was no holds girl who loved being told what to do and have the feel having to hold my orgasm turned me on. Brad was it the spoiler who ordered me to get on my knees and swirl his balls in my mouth and shove his 9 inch oversized cock in my pussy. Awaking needs in me that could only be performed by being a submissive.
Sadly our relationship ended when he got promotion to another city and now I am aching to find a replacement to be in control and dominate this aching pussy!
Life of a Closet Girl
He had locked me in the closet again and I knew after the knock at the door I was in for punishment. I sat sweating determined not to think about the feel of his cock against my ass or the handcuffs he used to lock me to the chair. I would sit there for hours on end while he would eat my the cream from my pussy. I would sit instead and watch cartoons feeling his fingers along my walls and shut my eyes to him putting my mouth on his cock. He would always stretch my head back opening my mouth with his hand and place the tip into my mouth first. He was so huge and I always gagged on him as he would choke me with his vessel. I wanted to cry but I didn’t dare because the chains would get tighter and it would be hours before Mommy got home.
Bending me over he would insert metal type plates in my ass making me scream. I tried to concentrate on anything but what he was doing but I couldn’t help myself. Sometimes my pussy would have a mind of its own and its rich cream sauce would glide out while he continued to fuck me in my little holes. It was all I could do to hold on as my release was endless. I heard the footsteps down the hall and the key to the door unlock. It was time for him to get me again and do what he asked or there would be bad consequences. I was willing and able to do all that daddy wanted.
Female bondage gets everyone excited!
Nipple clamps. Why’d it have to be nipple clamps?! I love being a part of female bondage, and I can bear pain as well as the next girl – better, even – but I have extremely sensitive nipples! And these nipple clamps… *shiver!* They were a bit much!
So I’d meet a guy at a party recently, and he called me up to get together. When he took me back to his place, I found that he was into, well, slightly more than the average boy! He greeted me, stripped me, then pinned me spread-eagle against the wall.
And then the slow torture began.
At first, I hated it / loved it. I mean, pain-with-pleasure is the best way to go! He started by tickling me all over very, very gently and carefully with a very sharp blade. It tickled like crazy, and when I squirmed, I got sliced a bit in a few places, but not many. After that, he gently washed me clean of the blood… and that’s when the real fun started.
It began with the nipple clamps, which were fierce enough to almost make me see red. But then the flogging began. And, let me tell you, the feel of a leather whip slapping hard against my pussy was both excruciatingly painful… and incredibly arousing. Soon I could hear the leather slapping against what seemed to be just a slopping wet cunt.
When I started feeling liquid running down my legs, I didn’t know if it was cum or blood, and I didn’t care. He unfastened my arms and legs, picked me up, and fucked me against the wall, my poor pussy beaten to bits.
It was one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had.
Blackouts.
Its Saturday night and I am getting ready for my nasty client.
He likes pain and harm done to him.
He makes me feel like a powerhouse.
I enjoy making him suffer.
I have laid out my plastic tarp and lit my candles.
I have chocolate melted and I have my whips and chains ready.
Its been a hard week, So many people have gotten on my bad side this week I am ready to take it out on this man.
I see red as soon I as hear him knock on the door.
I let him in, and before he said anything I punched him in the face.
He knows how this work.
He started taking his clothes off after I punch him
He dropped to his knees and put his hands behind his back.
I put his dog collar on and cuffed his hands behind his back.
I tied some rope to his cuffs and made sure his hands where held up behind him nice and tight.
I grabbed my hot candle wax and poured it all over his back and down his ass crack.
While he was moaning and whining about the burn I grabbed my hot chocolate and dipped his balls into the chocolate.

I loved watching the tears roll down his face.
I pushed the heel of my shoe into the bottom of his feet.
My pussy was dripping wet and I saw the faces of the bitches who pissed me off this week on his bare ass.
I grabbed my whips and started hitting him.
I don’t know what happened.
I finally came too and saw that I had beat the shit out of him.
He was sobbing like a baby.
I untied him and kicked him over.
Told him to get the fuck out of my house.
Cock Control w/ Mistress Phoenix
Cock control with Mistress Phoenix will satisfy your twisted need to become dominated and teased. I will start with some nerve wrenching teasing with a feather and a delicate touch. As the wax begins to warm in the lit candle I wrench the delicate teasing to a sudden splatter of hot candle wax dripping onto your sensitive dick flesh.
Cruel and unusual is what you will get from me. Pleasure and plain are partners in crime when I play Mistress for some tease / denial and CBT. You will need some rubber bands, clothes pins, and string or shoelaces. Maybe we’ll even use some bengay. I love to torture you to pleasure, and nothing makes me smile bigger than leaving you with blue balls. Or purple and red balls make me smile also, I know I served my purpose. Oh, and when you do get to cum, I best be the one to do that milking. I will wear my big black dick strap-on and have you bent over taking it like a bitch. Your hands will be restrained and I will make sure you do some ass worshipping.
My round ass will be planted on your face as I wrap the string around the base of your balls. I love how they bulge out. You do a good job subby and I will make that cock spurt. I will thrust that cum from your cock as I fuck your bitch ass. You will be serving me now, bitch.
Submissive Phone Sex with Cassandra: The Anti Girlfriend of Your Dreams
“Not here for you Your here to please
Open wide Get down on your knees
Take my cock and don’t reject
Disobey I’ll break your neck”
That is from the song “Sex Slave;” my Master’s love song for us. No sappy ass love tunes for me. On Valentine’s Day, while other girls got flowers and candy, I received nipple clamps, shock collars and new bondage equipment. I was tied up and fucked in the ass, while you were spoiling your girl like she was a Goddess. I also was skull fucked, whipped, kicked, choked, burned, cut and humiliated, while you two were dancing romantically. Instead of drinking champagne, I drank my Master’s piss. While you and your wife were eating steak at some fancy restaurant, I was eating dog shit, tied up to a pole naked in the back yard, freezing. Your wife probably wore a diamond necklace, while I wore a diamond dog collar. Anytime your woman looked at you, she saw love and admiration. I did not dare look into Master’s eyes, and if I did, I saw hatred and disdain, before I was slapped.
I am a submissive phone sex whore. The women in your life are companions, best friends, lovers, wives… I am a fuck pig, a sex slave, a torture doll…. Your girl walks into a room with her head held high. I crawl on my hands and knees with my head dangling low praying that I will live. I bet the women in your life love the color red. They associate it with roses, heart shaped candy boxes, rubies and love. It is the color of romance. I fear the color red because in my world, it is only associated with blood, my blood.
For you see, I am not the kind of woman men cherish, adore, love, spoil or pamper. I am the kind of whore men own, abuse, hurt and torture. I am a pain slut, a cum dump, a pet, a punching bag….everything your girl is not. But, I bet you are curious about my type of woman. I never say no. I don’t dare cry. I give until I die. Take a walk on the dark side with me.
I’d Rather Be Your Bitch than Your Girlfriend
Normally, I am a submissive whore. I love being told what to do. I enjoy being hurt. Pain is pleasure to me. But one of my masters decided he wanted to profit off my looks. I know I look like a Goddess. I just never feel like one, but master said men would pay good money for a night with me. He seems to believe that more men want to fuck me than hurt me. I’m not sure about that. But, I do whatever I am told. So when he told me to get pretty for a hot date, I did just that. I know how to clean up. I can look any part. Master got $10,000 for me from some big financial guy looking for the girlfriend experience. I don’t really know how to be a girlfriend. I know how to be a bitch, a victim, a cum dumpster, a pain slut, a punching bag….but a girlfriend is a foreign concept to me.
I watched Sasha Gray’s video “The Girlfriend Experience” for some quick pointers. The first part of my date was easy, boring, but easy. I just had to look pretty and act like I was interested in everything he had to say. I just nodded my head a lot, licked my lips, and touched his hand. When we got back to his place, things took an interesting turn. He wanted me to dominate him. Boy was he barking up the wrong tree. But I knew my master would be upset if I did not deliver what this man paid top dollar for. I excused myself to the bathroom and used my smart phone to Google sensual domination. It seemed so vanilla to me. Only a pussy wants a woman to dominate him with things like face sitting, tease and denial games, blindfolds, silky restraints, spanking…. Only a pussy wants a woman to control his cock.
I am a good whore, so I sucked it up to deliver an Oscar worthy performance as a sensual domme. I tied him to his bed with silk scarves. Sat on his face, forcing him to worship my pussy and ass, while I spanked his cock with a riding crop. At best it could only sting. I teased his cock, denied his cums all night long. The only one cumming was me. He kept telling me I was a superior creature. My orgasms were all that mattered. I enjoyed cumming. But they felt rather lackluster in comparison to the cums I have accompanied with some pain. Pain makes me feel alive. I did what a good slave does, acted the part accordingly for her master. I always want to please those in control of me.
My client was happy, and booked another session with me. But the moment I left his penthouse, I got out my little scalpel and started slicing my flesh. Pain is what makes me cum the hardest. Maybe I could be your girlfriend, but the kind you hurt instead of pamper?
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The Gift
You dressed me up in lingerie and let me put on some makeup – just enough to make me look pretty and cover the bruises on my face. You kept looking at me like something was missing. You kept mumbling under your breath about a special night for your friend, Matt. My head was spinning as you sprayed perfume all over my body. Then you grabbed me by the cheeks and put your angry face right up to mine. You told me I would do as you tell me to and that tonight I was to be a gift for a friend of yours.
A gift? You let go of my face and continued to stare at me like you were puzzled. Then I saw a light bulb go off behind your eyes and you went to the drawer and pulled out some ribbon. You came back to me and tied it around my neck – in a beautiful bow. You smiled, pleased at yourself for making me the perfect “gift”. You told me to put my heels on and get in the bed to wait for Matt. I always do as I am told, so I climbed up on the bed and laid back, dressed and ready for whatever came next.

You opened the door, and in came a boy, so young I thought. You hugged him and told him Happy Birthday. He glanced over at me on the bed and his grin became evil. Suddenly he didn’t look so innocent anymore. You told me that today is Matt’s 18th birthday and that I am his present. Matt will be my Master tonight, and I could see his cock grow in his pants. You stepped aside and Matt climbed on top of me in the bed. His hard cock brushed my legs as he immediately spread my legs and began fingering me with fury.
You stood and watched as Matt fucked me mercilessly for hours. He was young, but ruthless with his hands and cock. He fucked me raw in my ass and pussy and came all over my face. My makeup was ruined, and my lingerie ripped to shreds by the time he was finished. The only thing left intact was the pretty bow around my neck. Matt thanked you and left the room. You climbed on top of my cum soaked body, and grabbed a hold of the ribbon. You began to pull it tight and I couldn’t breathe. Your use for me was over, and as my vision blurred and I choked for air, the last thing I ever saw was that evil grin of yours.

















