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Slavery Phone Sex poking the Ghosts

Slavery Phone SexMaster has learned about ghost hunting. He wants to so bad to see something to experience something outside his control since everyone and everything in his life falls to his domination. The ghost haunting he is talking about though is different than cassette tapes and thermal cameras. He wants to feel them himself and so he’s going to piss them off enough to retaliate against him or her. I don’t know why he’s working so hard to walk into danger but… This scares me so badly and I know I can’t say no. So we went to Georgia to this house that was known as a plantation house. One that was horrible to slaves, many died after they were tortured to death and had been converted into a museum by one of the surviving ancestors of one of the slaves… I don’t think he’d be happy if he knew what Master wanted to do after the tour and the stories of the atrocities that occurred but Master paid a lot of money for us to spend the night alone inside this home and as the owner left and we were truly alone. He grabbed his toy bag and we went to the basement. An area that was once used as a dungeon as it still had rusty metal shackles on the wall. He took his skein of rope and tied me to these shackles and I felt a shiver run through me. Almost as if fingers running over my hair and as if trying to comfort me an old song getting stuck in my head that I didn’t realize was there until I heard Master ask me “What the fuck are you humming?” and I looked over my shoulder at him surprised. “I don’t know Sir…” he grinned. Realizing that maybe the spirits he so badly wanted to feel were already toying with me, I imagine he thought they were scratching and hurting me rather than the gentle caresses and touches that shivered through my body. He pulled out a flogger with thick leather falls. One to warm me up rather than hurt me but I didn’t know of the modifications he made. The small metal claws he added to the end of each fall and he hit me hard. Not warming me up and making me scream as I felt those metal claws slash across my back. I could feel the air go from warm and comforting to tense and felt a soft brush of air across my cheek as if trying to wipe away tears. Then another hit from Master. I screamed, gripping the ropes hard as I let my weight be supported by the old shackles. I started to sing to myself “Hush little baby…” whack! Another hard hit and scream as he laughed behind me. The words kept coming as if against my will. “Don’t say a word…” I sang softly under my breath as I heard the scrape of something hard against the brick floor. He screamed, “Come at me you fuckers. Or I’ll be her back raw!” I could already feel the blood running down my back. I saw from the corner of my eye his arm reach up ready to hit me again. Then there was a thump before he could hit me again. He screamed this time and I turned to watch him as he scrabbled to grip the bricks. Hold himself in the room near me, even gripping for my ankles for me to help him as unseen hands dragged him from me towards a cell that was only 10-15 feet away from me. He couldn’t reach me and I couldn’t help him and as they dragged him into the room the door slam closed behind him. I watched that door, waiting for him to come out as the room turned cold around me. “Mama’s gonna buy you a mocking bird…”

Humiliation Phone Sex the Execution

Humiliation Phone SexI’ve been a bad girl. I’ve been running a ring of spies almost as a pimp. Would find our target and seduce them and get their secrets which we would then sell. Of course we were arrested and while my girls were given life me as the leader was given death by public execution.I was left in the dark on the day but as I heard the sex of multiple heavy boots against the concrete floors I knew today was the day.

“It’s time to go.” the deep masculine voice of a guard I’ve never seen before stopped in front of my cell. I felt my heart start to race and stood up looking at the man. “Today? Already?” I asked, trying not to let my voice quiver and he acknowledged me. “Today. Strip and turn around and back towards the cell.” I took off my jumpsuit and back towards the bars. He reached through put cuffs around wrists and then did the same to my ankles connecting them with a 2 foot long chain before he unlocked the door and let me out. He stopped me outside the door and connected a chain dog leash moving it between my legs forcing me to walk down this long hallway. The chain digging and grinding into my pussy making it rather hard to keep up with my captors. As we get to the end of the hallway I see a cross on the bed of a truck. I’m not sure exactly what it was for but he led me onto the bed of this truck and told me “Don’t fucking try anything.” before he turned me around undoing the cuffs on the wrist and the ankles and connecting them to the cross and got into the truck. Leaving me exposed to everyone who cared to look and began to drive. Leaving me cold and shivering as the air whipped around me as he took me the site of my execution…

To be continued…

Punishment From Peggy

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Daddy sent me to Mommy Peggy’s house for punishment. He said I’ve been a very bad girl and I need the discipline of a woman to set me straight! Daddy had no clue that I was excited to see Peggy, that as soon as I saw her I started licking her cunt and working her all up. Shortly after she cummed all over my face she got down to business, knowing what a pain slut I am. She took out her strap on and a whip…I knew soon I’d be covered in welts, feeling raw and numb all in one. She didn’t take it easy at all, getting me over her lap in no time smacking each cheek harder and harder with her bare hand. I screamed each time and she forced me to count them out. My pussy dripped over her lap and she took things up a notch, getting out the whip as she slapped my cunt and ass with the leather tails. I screamed but she stuffed her strap-on into my mouth as I cried through it. I am such a little pain slut, and she loves punishing little girls like me, it’s clear.

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Spank Me Daddy

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I never seem to learn my lesson, at least that’s what daddy says when I’ve been a really bad girl. Last night after I got out of the shower, I was bending over to dry off my legs and daddy came into the bathroom really angry at me! I don’t even know why he did it, but he bent me over his knee while I was dripping wet still from my shower and began to slap my little ass cheeks so hard! I was crying and screaming, begging him to stop because it hurt so bad! But he was relentless in spanking me over and over again. He told me that dirty little whores who leave their bathroom door open just to tease their daddy deserve to get punished! I hadn’t intentionally meant to tease him, but once he started spanking me, my fresh little cunny was already dripping down my legs. Daddy immediately knew I was turned on so he roughly bent me over the sink until my face was shoved up against the mirror so I could watch what he would do next. I felt his hard cock spring free of his jeans and press eagerly against the underside of my thigh before he roughly shoved his entire cock up my little asshole! I screamed out his name and then slid further down into the sink as he rammed his daddy meat up my ass making me cum all over my legs. After daddy was done filling up my hole with his hot load of cream I had to slowly crawl back into the shower. My hip bones were so bruised from the sharp edge of the bathroom sink, and my little asshole is still incredibly sore whenever I walk. Next time I won’t be leaving the bathroom door open while I’m drying off from a shower.

Rape phone sex fantasies the Boss

Rape phone sex fantasiesSo I found out that Master was putting up videos of me online.

Would you like to know how I found out?

My boss called me into his office, I’m just a lowly paper pusher. So I’m not sure why he would call me into his office. Or why when I got in he wouldn’t be there. I walked into the office looking around and was surprised when the door clicked behind me. I gasped and turned around barely able to register it was my boss before he pushed me into a chair. Holding me down by my throat as he tied me to the chair hostage style. Putting a gag in my mouth and my arms to my side.

“You’re such a teasing little bitch you know.” he grinned at me as I stared at him with wide scared eyes. He giggled, actually giggled. “Oh, don’t worry poppet, I won’t hurt you much. I saw those videos of you online you kinky little slut.”

Imagine my surprise at that, wondering how he could have seen me. How he would know I was a kinky girl… Then it dawned on me…

I didn’t have enough time to be upset at my Master before my boss decided it was time to take liberties. He undid the buttons to my top and pulling my tits out of my breasts. Slapping them until I whimper in the gag, tears in my eyes.

I knew he was going to force me to fuck him.

His fingers clumsy against my pussy his fucking me painful leaving me squirming and crying against the gag. His pudgy cock leaving a wet spot against his pants and he practically drooled on me.

I didn’t know what his full intentions were for me I just knew that I’d have to have a talk with Master later… If, I could manage the words.

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BDSM Phone Sex Master’s new Toys

BDSM Phone SexMaster got new toys!

He strapped me to a table my arms outstretched and my legs forced open. He started with a slow massage, rubbing scented oil into my skin. Showing me a sharpened scalpel he held the blade against my cheek. He grinned at me as I gasped, feeling the cold metal against my cheek as he slid the blade oh so softly down my skin, over my neck, chest, tits, and over my stomach. He stopped with that sharp point right against my clit.

He just barely nicked the sensitive nub of nerves with that scalpel just once before he took a little egg, securing it against the clit. The slow stem of blood making the clit so much more sensitive. The trickle of blood mixing with my own flowing fluid. He took a toy that wasn’t like a dildo I’d seen before. It was pink, wide, and long. It had two black pads that had a wire that connected to a large black box. He then connected that to his phone and pressed a button and I felt little electric tremors of pleasure running straight from my pussy through the rest of my body.

It was intense and amazing and I came in seconds. Then he put clamps on my nipples, a plug up my ass, and oh my god sensation everywhere.

It just kept building and building, I couldn’t control it and just kept cumming and cumming.

Then, he changes the file and dripped red candle wax on my skin and just sent me over yet again…

I think this is my favorite of all the toys he’s showed me lately and I can’t wait to play with it again.

Daddy’s Little Pain Slut Phone Sex Whore

pain slut phone sexDo I look like a pain slut phone sex junkie? I love pain. It all started as a young girl. I was a cutter.  My therapist said I cut myself to feel in control of my out of control life because my daddy  and his friends violated me constantly. I think that is psycho babble. I think I cut myself to try to recreate the pain of daddy and his friends fucking me with their big cocks. Daddy had a nose candy problem. His dealer was this sexy bald African American man with a monster cock and a penchant for young white girls. Just about weekly I was whored out to him so daddy could score his drugs. Jermaine, or Uncle Jerry as I called him, had a huge cock. Even now as a seasoned cock whore, I know Uncle Jerry had a huge cock that could still stretch my well fucked pussy and ass beyond normal limits. I grew up craving pain because I experienced a lot of it as a young girl. Don’t feel sorry for me. I loved it. If I was experiencing pain, it meant I was getting fucked well. I loved getting well fucked. I didn’t think of myself as being molested or abused. I was loved. Uncle Jerry and Daddy loved my hot teen body so much they had to share me with their friends. I was so hot they lost control sometimes . No one ever fucked me as hard as Uncle Jerry and his friends. I am a phone sex submissive because I know that if I am an obedient little fuck slut, I will get fucked really hard. And when I can’t get my ass and cunt violated roughly, I can inflict pain on myself to recreate the euphoria I feel when my fuck holes are savagely fucked.

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Life is pointless in many ways. When I got with my master, I found my place in the world. No, its not a good place but I accept what I am. A worthless cum guzzling slut. I keep my head down as I hear master clear his throat. He has me strapped to a metal table. Kind of one of those you see in horror movies. Only difference is that he has my legs spread wide open with one of those pussy spreader devices. I can feel the cold breeze from the small window tickle my clit. Master sets down his tray of various torture devices. He first picks up the nipple clamps and pulls my titties until I whimper slightly. Then, clamps it down on my hard tip and then the other. It hurts enough to be uncomfortable but not enough to actually cry. Master goes down to my spread open pussy and gets something big. Its one of those massive dildos the ones you see that make fist fucking look easy to handle. OH GOD! He takes some lubrication and rubs it all over the cock. The more that I’m looking at it as its raised in the air I see it must be at least 24″ long and about as round as a 1 liter bottle of cola. Hes gonna rip my pussy apart. ==cries softly== Master smiles at me with those devil eyes. “Ready my sweet”, he laughs an evil laugh. He raises up the gigantic cock and pushes it into me just a little. I scream from the pain and its barely inside me. He pushes it farther inside and I feel as if my pussy is going to rip in half. Every time he pushed it in I screamed more, louder and louder each time! I could feel my muff ripping! He pushed and pushed until I could feel it inside of my stomach. It was like it was pushing everything inside me when will this stop! Master started moving it in and out. My overly stretched pussy was getting wet even tho I was crying loudly from the pain. He picked up speed and I didn’t know if I was actually screaming aloud. My throat was so dry and horse. He rammed it in and out over and over. Faster and Faster! Then he pulled it out of me. Mater smiled as he looked at my bleeding battered fuck hole. Then he rammed the huge dildo back inside of me and kept pushing it as hard as he could until I screamed one last time. Then let go of it and walked away.

Snuff Phone Sex the Execution

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I never thought it was illegal to be a taboo adult phone sex whore.

But here I was, the day of my execution. I wasn’t sure if I was afraid or excited knowing that today was going to be my last day.

It definitely became fear as I heard the heavy clomp of boots moving closer to me. I looked up at the two guards who sneered at me before opening the door. “Ready bitch?” one guard asked. The other staying behind. I felt as though I was shaking “Is it really today?”

They both laughed at me, their laughter harder as I felt my face flush. “Strip bitch.” he commanded and I stood, unzipping the orange jumpsuit and shrugged out of it. My face hotter as I stood naked in front of the two guards.

“On all fours!” the guard commanded. I moved to all fours on the concrete floor in front of them. He reached down, grabbing my long hair he used it as a leash. “You’re crawling there bitch.”

He yanked on my hair, making me cry out in pain as he pulled me down the hall forcing me to try to keep up with him as he led me to what I was sure was the execution chamber.

It was a circular room with 12 people sitting behind a glass wall. I was forced to look at them all by the firm hand in my hair. I felt my blush spreading to my chest. I wanted to look away but he just wouldn’t let me and laughed at my embarrassment.

“Stand up bitch.” he commanded, pulling up hard on my hair to make me cry out as I struggled to my feet. He gave me another moment to meet the eyes of those people behind the wall as he explained “This slut is being executed today for her acts of treason. She is going to be tortured before being made to orgasm and electrocuted. Do you have anything to say slut?”

“Please forgive me for the crimes I’ve committed…” I commented, gasping as I found myself led by my hair to a spreader bar set up in the room. First he had me raise one arm and then the other. Cuffing and forcing them to stay spread before I positioned my legs my ankles cuffed also to keep my legs spread wide.

I wasn’t able to see what he grabbed next until I felt the heavy leather falls of a flogger cut across my back, the ends slapping to end it in a sharp pain that made me cry out. Again, and again, the flogger lashing across my back. Each hit making the burn spread further throughout my body.

He finally stopped and I felt like I could breathe again only to have him tell me “Open your mouth.” in his commanding tone. I did that and he shoved the handle of a snake whip he had far enough down my throat that I gagged on it.

“Keep it there slut. Don’t drop it.” he told me with a sadistic smile on his lips. He reached forward then. Taking my nipples between his fingers he squeezed, pulled, twisted. Making a sharp pain shoot through me and cry out from around the whip handle.

He pulled the handle from my mouth and smiled at me. “Good girl.” he teased, his hand resting against my cheek before he slapped me across my face. His hands grabbing my hair again as he forced me into a bending position. My arms muscles straining against the binds as he used his other hand to spread my pussy lips. “Just look how wet she is. What a slut. You like all these people watching you don’t you?”

“Yes sir.” I replied, crying out as he gave me a sharp slap to my wet pussy. Laughing at my predicament as he undid the cuffs around my ankles and wrists. “8 or 10?” he asked.

I was confused. “What?” I asked, screaming out and holding my side where a whip had cracked and broken the skin. “Don’t be stupid. 8 or 10 inches.” he repeated. Giving another crack against my thigh as I cried out “8!” he laughed again, this time the whip cracked against my ass. I could feel the lingering sharp stings against my skin and the slow tickle of blood as it dripped.

“Go to the chair.” he said, whipping me again as I looked at the intimidating chair with its ankle and wrist bindings, ones that went all the way up to prevent its victim from thrashing. There was a hole in the seat where I was sure the cock would go through and I felt another cutting blow as I stared to long as my mode of death.

I moved on shaky legs towards the chair. Feeling the bite of whip across my back, ass, arm, thigh, everywhere as he “encouraged” me along. Sitting on the cold metal with hot marks was a mix of comfort and stinging in an entire new way.

He wasted no time though, strapping my arms and legs to the chair. Pulling my hair behind me and trying it to an eyehook before using straps across my forehead and throat to prevent me from looking away or struggling.

He put 4 electrode pads on me. One to my inner thigh, another over my heart, one against the side of my throat, and one against my head. I felt nervous then, my breath speeding up as he went behind me. I could hear him messing with mechanical components before I felt the huge head of a fake cock pressing against my wet pussy.

I moaned, unable to help it. He turned it on low and it moved in and out of me slowly. It was so big and went so deep, I couldn’t help but feel that building of pressure. The toy increased in intensity and began to fuck me harder and faster, I moaned. My breath coming quick as it seemed to hit all the right spots and not stop.

I couldn’t help it, he knew what he was doing and was a master of the controls. I could feel myself cumming in no time and felt what started as a soft tickle turn into a searing pain and I cried out in a mix of pain and orgasm.

Then stopped, blinking as I thought to hard. “I’m not sure how to orgasm and die.” I looked at the false wall where a director and a sound guy stood. Heard a collective groan of the other cast members as he yelled “Cut!” and we all had a laugh about it as it appeared in the blooper reel later.

Just kidding, I was stuck in the chair. My entire body tensing and vibrating with the electricity coursing through it. My hands opening and closing against the arm of the chair as I felt my heart skip beats. My pussy felt almost like it was keeping in time and then it did it again, and again, each time the electricity pumped through my body I felt a bit fuzzier. The pain further away. The colors of the world just a shade different…

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