Category: Pain Slut Phone Sex

Submissive Phone Sex with Cassandra: I Need a Master

Never judge a book by its cover. My cover suggests that I am a dominate spoiled bitch. Look at me. I am a blonde goddess.  Tall, busty, sensual, confidant in my skin…. But if you turn the pages of my book, you discover that looks are deceiving. I am a total submissive whore. Ever since I was a little girl and my daddy first forced his cock in my tiny holes, I knew that I was a submissive bitch.  I don’t date men, I belong to them.  I have masters, not lovers. I’m controlled, not controlling. I am used, not pampered. I’m dominated not dominant. I need a collar, not a ring. I get beaten not hugged. I deserve pain, not pleasure. I’m humiliated not praised. I’m hated, not loved. I get kicked, not kissed. I receive torture not gifts. I belong in a cage not a pedestal.  I’m insulted not complimented.  I don’t speak, I obey.

Hit me. Violate me. Cut me. Burn me. Bruise me. Hang me. Mutilate me. Fist me. Scar me. Degrade me. Suspend me. Bury me. Gag me. Electrocute me. Smother me. Drown me. Choke me. Suffocate me. Fillet me. Shock me. Spank me. Abuse me. Flog me. Kidnap me. Hunt me. Own me. Eat me. Bite me. Stab me. Deny me. Tease me. Punch me. Shoot me. Shove me. Piss on me. Push me. Hurt me. Kill me. Just don’t love me. I am worthy of hate, not love. I’m a whore, not a goddess.

I need a strong Master. Is that you?

I know you are watching

Winter time is such a hard time to be alone.

I see you there in my window.

I hope you are liking what you see.

My peeping-tom..

I don’t feel so alone when you are with me.

I find my self being more aroused knowing you are there some where out there standing in my window at night watching me rub my pussy.

I am so wet thinking about you rubbing your cock watching me pinch my nipples, suck on my fingers, slap my pussy and finger fucking myself.

If only you knew how bad I want you to fuck my mouth as my head hangs off the couch.

I want you to shove your cock so far down my throat I am gagging and can’t breath.

I want you to slide your cock into my pussy nice and slow at first, then I want you to push my face into the mattress and fuck me as hard as you could.

I want you to fuck and stretch out my holes!

I know you watch me.

I don’t care.

Why not come inside and be warm and watch me fuck myself?

Maybe you could give me a hand baby.

I know you want to lick my body up and down.

Come in baby..

I want you to know I watch you too.  

From Cigarettes to Cock

Today is the Great American Smokeout. It is a day that is designed to encourage people to quit smoking. I have been a smoker for decades. I have developed quite an addiction for cigarettes. I love smoking. As a submissive whore, many a master has not approved of my addiction and used me as a human ashtray in an attempt to break me, show dominance and hopefully create an aversion to smoking for me. But, as a pain slut, the feel of a cigarette being put out on my tongue, ass, tits, even clit, just made me want to smoke more. So, it has been increasingly harder to quit.

On the American Cancer Society’s web page they have tips for quitting. They even have characters for the type of quitter you want to be. Well, I know there is no way in hell I can be a cold turkey. I’m not that strong.  I decided I could be  “The Substitute.” This is someone who uses distraction and substitutions to help bust cravings. The ACS suggests creating new habits to curb one’s desire to smoke. For substitutes to smoking they suggest carrots, celery, candy, gum… Really? Like that is gonna work for a hard core smoker like me.

I decided my substitute would be cock. I was gonna swallow shafts to curb my addiction. If I was a pack a day smoker that means I need 12 cocks a day to suck to help me stop smoking. Luckily I love cum. I have sucked 6 cocks today so far. I picked up one at the coffee house; another at the gas station; one at the mall; and I hit the jackpot at the liquor store with a group of frat boys who wanted nothing more than to have their rods sucked by a hot MILF type. It is amazing how many guys are willing to help a gal out. All I have to say is, “I’m trying to stop smoking and I need something more healthy to put in my mouth, can you help me?” Guys just start pulling their cocks out to assist. So many guys want to help me stop smoking. Warms my heart, and my mouth!!

Turns out I love cum. Cum taste just as good if not better than nicotine. I think I can stop smoking if guys keep offering to help me. Would you help me? I am a very oral woman, obviously! I will shallow your shaft and your load. I have nice big tits to assist in milking that load out of you too. If I have a dozen cocks at least a day, I will be able to break my nasty smoking habit. Fill my belly up with cum and help stop my cravings. Instead of a human ashtray, I want to be a cum dump whore.

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?

Submissive Phone Sex: Broken Over a Joyride

I am a truly submissive slut now. But, I was not always this way. Once upon a time I was a rebel, bratty teen. Got into all sorts of trouble. But the day I became a submissive whore, is a day I will never forget. I was washing my dad’s boss’s brand new Jaguar for some spending money. It was a very sweet ride. I wanted to test it out. So I took it for a little joyride. Yeah, technically I had no permission and I had no license yet, but it was a Jag. I lifted the keys from his office desk while he was on a conference call and went for a drive.  I drove his  prized possession all around town; was gone for hours. I figured I would never get caught because he was at work and his car was in the employee garage. I figured wrong. He had cameras everywhere.

Not only did he call the cops on me, he called my daddy on me. I am not sure what was worse. The time I spent in juvy lock up or the weekend of pain my father inflicted on me for the embarrassment my little joyride cost him. He almost got fired over my little act of car thievery. Father decided then I had to be broken; I had to learn to obey and follow rules.  He stripped me naked. I had to kneel down with my ass exposed. He began paddling my ass with a wooden spoon. So hard, I had splinters in my ass and it was bleeding. But that was not enough. He escalated to caning me. This was excruciating. I could feel flesh tearing from my bottom. After my ass was raw and bleeding, he poured table salt into the wounds and made me sit on my bottom covered in salt to ponder my sins while he shoved his cock down my throat forcing me to suck him off.

I was crying, telling my Dad how sorry I was and I would never steal  a car again. Then,  he did something unexpected. He went and got a butcher knife from the kitchen. I was so scared thinking my father was going to kill me over a joyride. But no, he chopped off my beautiful blonde locks. He told me I was  too pretty and that if I was humbled perhaps I would no longer be such a bratty cunt. He then went in my room and destroyed all my clothes and makeup. I looked like an orphan. My hair tattered,  now forced to wear rags and second hand clothing. I would lose my popularity in school. But that is what daddy wanted. Me broke, and  dependent on him. He managed to break my spirit that day. I was forced into the life of a scared little girl dependent on her daddy for companionship.

I would never be a dominate brat again. I would never disobey my daddy again.  And thanks to a harmless joyride, here I am today seeking your approval, seeking your control, seeking your ownership. Use me as you see fit. I am a worthless, car stealing whore forever.

His little slut

I’ve been a very bad girl, I started to enjoy my time with William. I don’t do anything for Mr. Thompson anymore…William took care of that for me. At first I was afraid of Will, but I know now that I can trust him. I like giving all my control over to him, he even picks the outfits I wear to school now. Today he chose a lacy white dress, not my favorite, but I wore it for him. Anytime I even think about something as silly as what I’m wearing I start to get soaking wet because it’s for him. Sometimes, he notices when our little games put me on edge and we skip a class to take care of it. It’s really risky, but neither of us care. We can’t help ourselves.
We skipped a class yesterday and he took me to this wonderful hidden area where he’d already set everything up for us to have a good time together. He laid a blanket down sometime in advance and some of the toys he likes to play with were there as well. He always has rope or hand cuffs at least and this time he brought the rope. He undressed me and tied me up, just simple knots this time, with my hands behind my back. After that, he pushed me down onto my stomach, and grabbed a handful of my hair while he bit and kissed my neck from behind. He started to finger me, but told me I wasn’t allowed to cum today. I’m already used to asking for his permission, if I cum without his permission I get punished.
He continued fingering me until I warned him that I couldn’t take anymore, he gave me a break for a few short seconds and then without warning he shoved his cock as deep inside me as it would go. He held it there for as long as I could stand, it was hitting the prefect spot. I could feel his cock grow and twitch against my g-spot. He pulled my hair harder and thrust his himself in and out of my dripping wet pussy until he came onto my lower back. He’s a bit more gentle now, but not always. He does whatever he wants to me and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

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.

Gynecologist and Science Experiments

My lasted bf experience was with a future gynecologist.
He loved to sit me down and just explore my pussy.
He liked it conduct science experiments with my glorious pussy.
His first one was how to fist a tight cunny.
He tried coconut oil, olive oil, baby oil and different kinds of lube.
MY favorite was the coconut oil. 
Not only did he get his big fist in my pussy and fist me until i came, but it made my pussy smell fantastic. 
After each time, He  took samples of y pussy juice.
He licked my pussy to taste it.
He smelled my pussy to see if it had a after fisting smell.
HE stretched and fucked my pussy so much I don’t think it will ever be the same.
With his help he got me back to being even tighter than I was when I met him.
He had a solid cock. hmmm a good 8 inches and THICK!! 
He was all about my pussy.
He wanted her to feel loved, and to cum as much as possible. 
I love this new deal..
He can do what he pleases with my pussy as long as I can cum. 
 
Why don’t you call me so you can get my pussy nice and juicy and tell me how you would worship my pussy.. 
 

Submissive Phone Sex with Cassandra: Pain Slut for Daddy

Submissive phone sex is what I crave. I am a tall beautiful goddess; this I recognize.  And not a day goes by that I do not have a few guys, even females, who want to worship me, adore me, treat me like a princess solely on my looks. But, I have long harbored a dark secret. I look like a spoiled bitch on the outside; one who can command any man. However, I am a total submissive slut. Technically, I am a pain slut. I have no interest in equal relationships, nor do I want to dominate any man. I want to belong to a master. And I mean belong in every sense of the word. I want a man to control what I wear; how I act; what I do; where I go. To control my every move and every sexual encounter. And, most importantly, I want to be abused. I’m talking hardcore abuse, S and M, extreme bondage, water sports, rough anal, even sadistic torture.

Do you find yourself wondering how a tall goddess, former Homecoming Queen and Head Cheerleader became such a submissive junkie? Daddy. I t all began with my Daddy. You see after my mother died, I was the woman of the house and my dad was a tortured artist type. He had a very dark side. I think Daddy felt conflicted by his sexual desires for his young daughter that he turned me into his slave, into his pain whore to appease his guilt. The first time he saw me naked in the bath tub, he called me a dirty cock tease whore and said I needed to be punished for such nasty behavior. He made me get out of the tub and lay across his lap. I was very young. He spanked me first with his bare hand so hard I was crying and begging for him to stop. My bottom felt like it was on fire he spanked me so hard.

I could feel his thing under me, hard as a rock. He knew he was hard too and this made him want to hurt me more. I was not sure if he hurt me more because I made him hard, or if it made him hard hurting me. Regardless, I paid for his hard dick. He grabbed the curling iron and shoved it in my pussy and fucked me repeatedly  for a painfully long time. I was even bleeding. Daddy of course was still hard. Frustrated by his hard dick, he took the curling iron and rammed in up my ass. That was the beginning of my obsession with anal play and torture. It was the beginning of my daddy’s obsession with hurting my ass. Without me even touching his dick, he came in his pants as I cried and begged him not to hurt my bottom. My Daddy and I developed a symbiotic sick relationship that I try to replicate with my masters. Daddy came hurting me, and I learned to please men and hence myself by being a total pain slut.

I always need new mean Daddy’s. Let my pain and my humiliation get you off!

Submissive Phone Sex: Payback in Pussy and Ass

Submissive phone sex is what I know best. It is just not in my nature to be dominating; especially in my life outside of this job. Today was my day off so I left early this morning to do some errands. Well, I didn’t get far before my truck broke down. Even in my jeans and very little make-up I think I am attractive, but I was having trouble flagging anyone down to help. Mostly women out and about and guess they didn’t want to help a sister. Finally, this hot dude pulled over and asked to help. He was super nice. Popped the hood, told me I had cracked my serpentine belt and car would not run without it. I had no clue what that was, but guess it is important for a drivable car. He said he could take me to Auto Zone to get one and bring me back and put it on for me as any car place would charge me like $100 to do it. So, we drove to Auto Zone and got what I needed, but to my embarrassment, my credit card declined and I had no cash on me. My handsome stranger bought the belt and said I could pay him back later. We drove back to my car, and within a matter of a few minutes he had the belt on and my car working. When I asked for his address so I could reimburse him, he said that would not be necessary, I could work off my debt immediately. At first I was perplexed at to what he was suggesting, but then he grabbed one of my tits pretty hard and forced my hand on his throbbing cock.

We were in a parking lot; I was nervous and informed him, I always pay my debts however I can, but was there a more private place to go? He said he lived in the apartment complex across the street and I better follow him. Of course I did; I do as I am told, always. And I did need to repay him for his kindness. We got into the foyer of his apartment and he got pretty gruff with me. He ripped my red top right off and started man handling my titties. He ordered me to take my jeans off so he could see my sweet cunt. I was standing in front of him, in my bra and panties, both scared and turned on. I mean he was HOT and he did do me a solid. If he wanted payback in pussy and ass, who was I to say no? He pushed me against the wall and shoved his fingers inside me roughly. Before I realized it, he had his fist in me, fucking me like a dirty little whore. He kept telling me all I was good for was being his cum dump. When he was done stretching out my cunt, he ordered me to his bedroom. He pushed me onto his bed and shoved his cock down my throat until my eyes were watering and I was choking on cum He then made me ride his cock when he got hard again. And he didn’t want to fuck my pussy, but my ass. He used no lube; didn’t even spit on my asshole. Just forced me down on it and started fucking my ass hard and grabbing my boobs. Not going to lie, being his bitch was a total turn on. He seemed to just know I was a subby whore there for his pleasure. But dangit, my holes hurt. He really used me good. Both my pussy and ass were gaping open and sore. My tits had handprints on them. I asked if I could shower before leaving, and he slapped me, telling me not to take advantage of his generosity. He added that things like taking a shower or spending the night were girlfriend privileges, not cheap whore rights. He was correct. I am just a fuck toy; just a bitch; just a whore; just a cheap cunt; just a bunch of holes.

I have no rights. And the only privilege I got is the privilege to service men. How can I service you tonight?