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Submissive Phone Sex to the Senator

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Submissive phone sex is how it began and my cursed uncle. But when if I am ever asked my master has commanded to respond and say.. “I am the senator’s submissive I am here to obey his every command and do whatever he asked”. If he wanted me to take the meat head and hold it in my mouth for hours then that is what I had to do. If he wanted me to get on my knees like the other submits that he had then I was to obey his every command this was the way things had to be and if I did not listen then the border room where we held our little games would become so much worse. If you thought the electric currents were bad imagine my look of surprise to the new method of pain that you wanted to give to me.  Torture phone sex would really get him off but he wanted the feel of me and was willing to do just about anything to get it.

It was sort of like looking at an electric chair toilet seat accept the parts that received the bolts of electricity were delivered to  my clit and my asshole. At first the electric bolt would sting as the clamps would go down but then he  would release the power button and a surge would make me squirt out so much juice he would tell the other sub to bend down and taste my peach  cream. By then his   shaft would be throbbing at will and I knew he was going to let me have it. I knew he wanted to cum all over my……..

 

Hot Phone Sex Whore Cassandra Does Whatever You Want

hot phonesex sadistic MILFCallers ask me all the time what do I think is hot phonesex? I think your control over me, your ability to put me in my place, make me your dirty little fuck slut is wicked hot. I need to be controlled. I need to be hurt. I need to be used. Vanilla phone sex is boring. Nasty phone sex is HOT. I am not a dominant girl despite my tall stature and beauty. I am not the bitch in charge. I am the whore in your control. My real life masters understand what I am, and they enjoy using me for their pleasure.

light bondage porn big tits tortureMaster David took me to a new underground bondage club this week. This is not your 50 Shades of Gray kind of bondage, but your 50 Shades of Black and Blue kind of club. Hardcore bondage, S and M and torture occurs within these walls. Master David understands that I find extreme bondage titillating  and hot. Strangers getting off on my restraint, my pain is the epitome of hot. Different rooms, experimented with different  aspects of the S and M subculture. The room Master David took me into was simply the bondage room. He hog tied me on a table first while men watched and stroked their cocks. He made sure I couldn’t even wiggle a toe. He whipped me several times, fucked my ass, even let the guys watching do whatever they wanted to me too. Eventually, he suspended me in the air and let all those men shoot their loads of hot spunk on me.

cocksucking phone sex big tits milfWhen Master let me down, I thought we were going home. He informed me that many a patron thought I was the hottest slave in the club, therefore he was opening up his room to all the Masters. He was proud to own the hottest slave in the club. Men came in packs to see who I was. I was tied to a pole and forced to suck every Master off who wanted to experience my hot mouth on his shaft. Not only am a hot submissive whore, but I am an excellent cum guzzling one too. I likely swallowed buckets of cum at that club. It was not about me getting off, but about me servicing all these men because it made Master happy to use my whore mouth as a cum dump.

When I got home, I had bruises around my ankles and wrists, and I literally puked up buckets of cum, but my real experiences with bondage, pain and torture make me the best submissive hot phonesex slut for you nasty masters who enjoy putting a bitch like me in her place. There are several submissive cum dump whores for you use at our sister site The Fornication Station too.

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Life of a Closet Girl

mistress phone sex danaHe 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.

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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.

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”

submissive phone sex blonde whoreThat 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.

submissive phone sex big titsI 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.

submissive phone sex bondage bdsmFor 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.

Who Says Three Is A Crowd?

young bald pussy melindaWe all know that you hot and horny men out there have a wide variety of wants and desires that require a variety of tastes and styles to feed the lust that boils just under the surface every second of every day.

Part of the reason I love working here is because of that versatility. All your moods, one day living out fantasies of being tied up and taken by you, another day you begging me to tie you down and have my way with you, and yet still another day we go together and find a sweet morsel to feast on together. The wide variety of fantasies that you have and your insatiable lust sends my libido into over drive.

Just like I know that you love a wide range of playing, I know that your tastes for the female flesh vary as well. I want you to wonder around. Check out all the whores around here. With all the sites we have you are bound to find something that catches your eye. We have all sizes, shapes, ages and colors into anything your naughty little mind can conjure up. Bring one or two with you next time you need my big juicy ass to bounce up and down on that cock of yours.

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Knife Play

My daddy was a cop, and my older sister and I would sometimes go down to the station after school. We’d sneak into the evidence room, and it was there I gained my fascination with handcuffs, torture devices and knives. Goddamn I love knives. One afternoon, my sister dragged me in there. She laid me over the cool metal table & cuffed my ankles and wrists to the legs. She slipped up the skirt of my school uniform and kissed my thighs. She reached my sopping cunny and started licking it, moving my panties to the side in desperation. She swirled her tongue on my clit and suddenly took a huge, vicious bite. She clamped down on my clit with her teeth and pulled hard. I screamed out in pain and pleasure as she stood up and spit in my face. She grabbed a small bag and poured the contents into a paper towel, which she wadded up and slipped deep inside me. “That’s cocaine” she explained, as if we hadn’t snorted it together 2 weeks ago. “The wetter your pussy gets, the faster it’ll absorb into your system” She knew I liked pain. This girl wanted me high, and quick. She grabbed a knife from a nearby counter.

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She placed it on the corner of my mouth and pressed down gently. “why so serious?” she laughed and dragged the blade slowly down my chin and around my throat. She slid it down to my breasts, slowly circling my rock hard nipples and making slices in my areolas. My cunt started numbing, soaking in the cocaine. My head started spinning and I felt so happy and light. I started to giggle and she pressed the blade harder into my skin. She traced my stomach with the metal, moving in for a kiss. “How you feeling, sissy?” I laughed, absolutely euphoric. Her knife reached its destination, right between my thighs. She reached the cold blade in and removed the paper towel, cocaine totally dissolved. My cunt was numb and she fucked me with the blade as she occasionally tongued my clit. I squirted and laughed as I came, covering my sister with pussy juice tinged with blood. I’m so wet just thinking about this memory. I have a ton more, I’d love to tell you some.

In Two Weeks Time

barely legal phone sex erinBells on the door rang as I entered the gynecologist’s office. “Erin Andrews” I told the receptionist, handing her my insurance and ID. She smiled “You’re the only appointment we’ve got today, Erin, the nurse will be right with you” I sat down and flipped through some shitty magazine about cooking and crafts. Their clientele was young business professionals, I didn’t know why they kept all these old magazines! Not five minutes after I walked in, the receptionist called my name. I went back, got weighed, pissed in a cup, all that fun shit. I was given a gown, told to undress and that the doctor would be in shortly. I stripped down to my bra and panties and slowly took those off, giving the posters on the wall a little striptease. There was a soft knock at the door. I quickly slipped on the gown and got up on the table as the doctor and nurse walked in. “What are we seeing you for today, Erin?” I didn’t want to tell her I’d let myself get fucked with a knife, so off the top of my head I came up with “Pap smear” She smiled knowingly. “alright” she said, putting the stirrups out of the bed. “Put your heels up here if you would” I did as she requested. “Lie back” I did. “Nurse…” I felt a tightness on my leg and looked down. The nurse was tying my legs down to the stirrups. “What the fuck, lady?” She slapped my face and pushed me down. She and the doctor each held up one of my arms and they handcuffed my wrists together over my head. I didn’t want to admit it, but my cunt was dripping wet, making the room smell like sex. The doctor laughed. “Good girl, Erin” She resumed her spot on the stool between my legs. “little pinch” What I felt was so much more than a little pinch. She expertly slipped a dildo in my pussy and a butt plug in my asshole. “Looks like you’re a naughty girl” she said, fucking me with the toys. The nurse, holding my hands down above my head, shimmied her pants off, climbed up on the table and sat on my face. I instinctively fought it and she reached back and pinched and twisted my nipples. I lapped at her tight cunny, licking circles around her clit and slobbering all over, fucking her with my tongue. She removed one of her hands from my nipples and wrapped her little teen hand around my throat. She choked and pinched as the doctor fucked both holes hard and fast. I came, squirting my cum right into the doctor’s face. Shortly after, the nurse came, creaming into my mouth. I lapped it up, sucking her sweet fruity cunny dry. They silently uncuffed me, untied me and left the room. I got my clothes back on, fixed my hair and walked out. I stopped at the reception desk. “I’m going to need another appointment in 2 weeks.”

Lock Up This Wet Bald Pussy

wet bald pussy dixie1“Get your motor running, Head out on the highway, Looking for adventure, And whatever comes my way….” The open road in front of me,wind in my hair. I can feel the vibration from the music blaring load, running through my body. I was “Born To Be Wild”  for sure! Peddle to the mettle, nothing can stop me. The rush of freedom on the open road, my fingers knuckle deep in my throbbing bald wet pussy, living life on the edge. It’s the perfect way to start my day! Did I say nothing can stop me? Except the flashing blue and red lights in my rear view mirror…..Fuck where did he come from? Turning down the music, pulling my soaked fingers out of my cunt and sliding them between my lips, I roll down the window and prepare myself for the speeding ticket that is heading my way.

I watch in my side mirror as he approaches the car, his hand on his night stick. I notice that he isn’t bad looking, all though most men in uniform turn me on. I can feel my cunt quivering between my legs and the juices are starting to flow again. Resisting the urge to slide my fingers back into my wet bald pussy, I roll my window down.

“Morning Officer”

“License and registration please” wet bald pussy dixie2

Here we go….Handing him the information he requested. I get the familiar “Do you know why I pulled you over?”  Biting my lip I keep from saying “You were happy to see me?”

I can’t help but notice the handsome chisel to his jaw and the biceps of his arms straining against the material of his uniform. My wet pussy is in over load and begging for my touch. When he walks back to his car I can’t help but slide my fingers back into my soft wet folds. Closing my eyes I give my cunt what it needs. Lost in the feelings I wasn’t paying attention and the next thing I know I feel him staring at me. Opening my eyes I see him standing there watching me while he rubs his huge, hard cock.

“Step out of the car miss”

I can barely stand because I am on the edge of  a much needed orgasm. He turns me around and puts the cuffs on me before leading me to his car. wet bald pussy dixie3

Sitting in the back seat I don’t say a word. He drove to the old jail and in we went. Not a soul in sight he put me in a cell and told me to take all my clothes off except my thigh high boots. He pulls his cock out and tells me to finish what I started on the high way.

Fuck this is hot as hell. Fingering my cunt I watch him jerking that huge dick of his and I want it so badly. Just when I don’t think my pussy can get any wetter he has me push my cunt against the bars and he slides that dick in me through them.

Fucking me hard he shoots a huge load into my soaking wet cunt and I finally get to explode.

He tells me to get dressed and he cuffs me again. He leads me out to his car and takes me back to the highway before taking the cuffs off me and letting me go.Wet bald pussy specials

The Secret Life of a Soccer Mom

drugs phone sex submissiveI live in suburbia. I’m a wife, and a mother. I carpool the brats to school; attend PTA meetings; bake cookies; supervise field trips. On the exterior I look like any other hot soccer mom. But I harbor a secret or two. I’m nothing more than a dirty whore. Whore for drugs and a whore for boy cock. I need the drugs to numb me to the dull life as a suburban housewife, and to give me experiences no matter how painful, how degrading, how vile, how dangerous, to remind me I am not trapped in a Stepford Wives movie. I need the boy cock to feel like a woman. My two addictions often get me in trouble.

Yesterday, my need for drugs consumed me. My husband thinks I am a disgrace. He cut me off financially when he found my stash under the bed one day. He was not happy when I blamed him for my addiction. He thinks I’m clean now. I don’t need money to score. I have my body. I’m not afraid to use it to get what I want and need.

drugs phone sex mommy whoreI got in my soccer mom car, drove down to the worst part of town. A woman like me, in that neighborhood, is only there for one thing, and they all know it. A guy approached me immediately, asked what I needed. Today I needed some smack. In order to get some quality smack, I was going to have to get freaky. I was jonesing bad. I was game for anything. He led me to what looked like an abandoned building, but it too harbored a dark secret. It was home to a live sex show operation. Not your romantic  shit nor even stripper type shows, but hardcore stuff like gang bangs, anal torture, forced sex, water sports, extreme BDSM, even furry friend shows. Women were in cages getting fucked like animals while folks who paid a hefty price for admittance, watched and helped decide the direction of the show.  Most of the women were strung out junkies in need of fast money, but there were a few soccer moms like me, even a couple coeds in need of fast cash too.

I was thrown in a cage with two men who went straight for my ass. No introductions, no lubrication, no foreplay. Just shoved me down on the ground and ass fucked me bareback for what seemed like an eternity. Rough anal that left my ass swollen, bloody and gaping open. At one point in the show, both cocks were in my ass at the same time. They were slapping me, gagging me, choking me, violating my ass with their cocks, while onlookers cheered and jacked off. Men would stand on the outside of the cage and cum on my face. It was degrading. No one was concerned with pleasuring me. I was just a cum dump receptacle; a dirty whore; a commodity. I guess, a strung out junkie in need of her next fix.

I felt used and humiliated, but I got my money, and I got my drugs. Drove back to my painfully dull existence in suburbia, shot up between my toes, cleaned myself up and picked up the brats from school. I often wonder what other stay at home moms do during the day. I think you would be surprised how many of us harbor dark, even taboo secrets. Looks can be deceiving.

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