Category: Slave Training Phone Sex

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…”

Slave Training Phone Sex Between a Tree and a Hard Place

Slave Training Phone SexApparently I did something to earn my Master’s ire.

I was taken to the middle of the forest with some of Master’s closest friends and told me that it was time for my “Slave Training Phone Sex regimens.” I didn’t really understand what they meant but I’m fairly certain they would let me know.

First they stripped me naked, one man holding my arms back as the others smacked my tits, ass, and pussy. Some hitting over my kidneys just to remind me what a pain slut I was and to mix some bad pain in with the good.

Once they had their giggles at my jiggling flesh they pushed me up against a tree. The rough bark scratching at my back as they moved onto the next step in their Slave Training Phone Sex regimen. “What do you say about being tied to a tree slut?” one of Master’s friends sneered at me. I blinked, looking at him surprised. Master was mean but he was never cruel for the sake of it. “I… “ I took too long to answer. The man slapped me hard across the face as my Master laughed.

I could taste blood in my mouth and my vision was cloudy with tears. They took out their rope of choice and I was scared to see that it was barbed wire. I could feel those metal teeth digging into my skin and they laughed as they tugged at the metal. Slapping and hitting me again, trying to make me move out of the way of their hands and into the teeth of the wire.

“What does a slut say when she’s asked if she wants to be tied to a tree?” He prompted again and right away I answered “Thank you sir. Yes sir.” he laughed, and patted my cheek. I noticed the others had pulled a small box with them and opening it revealed a set of needles and jewelries. My master with nitrite gloves on pulled and pinched my nipples. Making them hard as he smiled at me. “Ready for the next step in your Slave Training Phone Sex regimen?” he asked with care. I was afraid, and he could see it in my eyes as I looked from the man who had slapped me back to him. “Yes sir…” and with that they took the wide needle, one man pulling my nipple taut as the other pierced through the sensitive flesh making me scream out as they put a hoop through it. The the other, then my clit… I didn’t feel like I consented to any of it… And all it did was make me afraid of the men surrounding me. Even as they told me how good I did and what a perfect slut I was.

Snuff Phone Sex The Hunting Game

Snuff Phone SexMaster is getting into some seriously weird shit.

I’m starting to worry…

He got invited to this thing called the “hunting game” where apparently various Masters hunt girls and then they eat them… I’ve never really heard of that type of play before and it sounded a little extreme. Even for me.

He wanted to go though so off we went for the 4 hour drive to the middle of nowhere. I could tell that I looked nervous because Master kept doing his best to comfort me and assure me that everything would be okay. That I would be part of the kitchen staff and no one would hunt me.

I couldn’t shake this feeling of unease though and as we pulled into the long driveway to a nicely sized home he stopped behind the others that had already arrived.

The other Masters greeted mine with joy and even offered me a handshake and explained where the kitchen was and that the other girls would explain my duties when the time came. Then they brought Master a gun, it was a hunting rifle like one that would be used for deer and didn’t have any of the orange marks that a bb gun would have or a Co2 tank as with an air gun.

I opened my mouth to ask if it was a real gun but the look my Master gave me shut me up. He did not want me to embarrass him in front of the others by questioning his motives. So, I waited, quietly until one Master called out for his slave to take me to the kitchen and explain.

She looked nervous also, talking too quickly as she pointed out various objects around the house. Taking me out back to show me the cage of “pigs” which were all women with a pig snout tied onto their faces. Most of them were crying, huddled together, and when they saw us they begged for us to help them.

I wanted to help them so bad, find out what was going on… I don’t know why they were so scared, it was just a game the Master’s played right? The look the other slave gave me though, begged me to do as I was told and not to ask questions. It made me wonder if the girls in the cage were the ones who did…

She took me to a fire pit outside of the kitchen, it was huge and looked almost as if it could roast a full sized pig or cow on the spit that ran across it. “We’re going to be using this mostly for tonight’s dinner. This hunting game should last only 4 nights and we will be expected to cook a meal each of those nights without question or complaint.” that statement put me right back into my nervous state and it only got worse when I heard the sound of screeching metal combined with girls screaming and begging. “Move you fucking sluts!” a male voice yelled and I had a feeling the games were about to begin…

I was taken to the kitchen with other sober slaves, all preparing food for later. Peeling potatoes, cutting onions, it was obvious they were getting ready for a feast but there was no meat at anyone’s station. Before I could question it I was placed with the girls who were peeling potatoes and lost myself in the task until I heard raucous laughter and cheers of victory. “We caught two sweetling.” a blood covered man came into the kitchen and kissed the slave who showed me around with passion. He was worked up from the hunt I thought, and obviously from the butchering of the animal they caught. As more men were bringing in skinned haunches of meat and placing them into the freezer.

“You know what to do now baby.” and she nodded, smiling at him with a caress to his hard cock. “Alright girls! Time to go outside and roast the pig!’ she commanded. Leading us all out where I saw one of the girls from the cage… Her snout gone, her eyes glassy and unseeing, and her belly cut open where she had obviously been gutted and threaded through the spit. It going in her ass and out her mouth. The girls, without saying a word moved to tie her hands with metal wires behind her back, and her ankles up and to her thighs where her knees were connected under the spit to keep her limbs from flopping. A girl looked at me wondering why I wasn’t helping and the leader gave me a straight razor to shave her hair off…

I wasn’t sure I wanted to be here anymore… What did Master get involved in and would I have to do the unthinkable tonight? I was not looking forward to dinner.

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Giving Over to Master

slave training phone sexI have given myself willingly to the whims of another. His number one desire the last time we spoke was to have me worship his cock for an hour, and I absolutely look forward to it.

I look forward to every minute with him. From sending him off to work in the morning after a great breakfast, an even better blow job, and dressed to the nines. Cleaning and prepping for him all day, and greeting him at the door naked and on my knees, his favorite drink in my hand. Untying his shoes and slowly removing every inch of his clothing as he enjoys his drink. Hand-feeding him while he watches his favorite tv program with one hand under my naked ass, and the other doing whatever. Guiding him to the bathroom after dinner, and escorting him to the already prepared tub, and hand-bathing him from head to toe. Then, spending the rest of our evening doing whatever makes him happiest.

Yes, he has quite the way with me, and I adore our time together.

Two Dominant Shemales

Tranny Phone SexI first met Carla here at Fuckalicious Freaks and we became friends. She was a more hardcore dominant tranny than I. She told me hot stories of her domination tactics with men and how they treated her like a queen, while she treated them like lowly servants. She told me their cocks would bulge harder and harder as she humiliated them and told them how useless they were. She explained how she would make them worship her gorgeous cock.

I wanted to feel the same adoration from the men I dominated. I wanted them to want my cock so much they would do absolutely anything, no matter how degrading, to feel my cock planted deeply inside their asses. I wanted to hear them beg for the privilege of taking my cock into their mouth.

After talking, Carla invited me to one of her domination sessions. She said this was a regular and she welcomed a change in her routine. Carla started the session by explaining that I would be her slave’s Mistress today and he should obey any order I gave, or he would receive her displeasure. After a few degrading moves, such as hair pulling and spitting directly on her slave, she turned him over to me. I barked orders at the lowly subject, instructing him to come to me on his knees. Once he approached he literally begged to suck my cock. I agreed after a few more degrading orders, such as making him lick my boot.

  Eventually Carla stepped back up. She approached her slave from behind and as he continued with his excellent blowjob, she began fucking his ass, sandwiching him between us. Her slave worked hard to make both of us cum and eventually we did, simultaneously.

Carla told me I was a natural and how she would be happy to share her slave anytime. Do you think you could handle both of us sexy dominant tranny chicks at the same time? There is only one way to find out.

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Ethnic phone sex for Guided Masturbation Fun.

ethnic phone sexI run an upscale ethnic phone sex massage business. One of the job requirements for working at my parlor is that you must have pretty, well groomed feet. Smooth silky soles topped with pink polish or French tips. No funky colors and no ragged cuticles. As a woman with a foot fetish, I understand the fixation that some men have with beautiful feet. A sexy sole is very erotic and often the subject of many ethnic phone sex sessions. Chinese women have dainty little feet and I pride myself in hiring girls who can provide satisfaction to my clientele. Men come here just for the joy of sliding a cock between the feet of my girls, using them as a sexual object, a foot pussy. I love a man who can make love to my feet. It is so erotic to feel a hard cock between my soles. I can clench them together to provide that tight fit that only a foot freak can understand. The best part is being rewarded with a gusher of cum all over my ethnic phone sex piggies. Lucky for me, I am so flexible that I can pull my own feet up to my mouth and suck the jizz from my toes. It makes me cum every time.

Smoking Fetish

adult phone chat He is a little slave and bitch boy. He follows me around like a lost puppy and does anything and everything that I ask him to do. He was serving me like a good boy while I watched porn, stroking my cock and smoking a cigarette when the Dom Mistress in the film placed a metal mouth piece in her Submissive’s mouth clamping it opened and then using it as an ash tray.
My dick responded by getting rock hard before I called my little bitch boy over and ordered him to his knees. I had nothing to hold his mouth opened and as soon as I flicked the ashes on his tongue he closed his mouth and began to sputter.
Slapping him hard for his disobedience I warned him that noncompliance would earn him the pleasure of me putting my cigarette out on his tongue.
I watched his little cock get hard out of fear and excitement. I stood up and shot a load in his mouth with my ashes.phone sex

I just got a brand new maid!

sissy phone sexI just got a brand new maid, and the best part is that she is a little sissy slave girl so I don’t even have to pay her! I literally own this bitch right here and there is not a damn thing she can do about it. See, this little sissy bitch used to be married to a good friend of mine, but my poor friend had to deal with finding out that her new husband not only had the tiniest little wannabe dickie she had ever seen, but she also had to deal with the fact that her new husband was a cross dressing, dick sucking sissy faggot! How fucked up is that?? Ladies, never wait till marriage to fuck your men or shit like this can happen! Anyway, she didn’t want to be with a faggot like that so she gave him to me. So now I have the little bitch wearing a french maid costume while she scrubs my floors, if she does a very good job, I will reward her with lots of big fat cocks to suck and fuck!

Slavery Phone Sex Beach Day

Slavery Phone SexToday I am everyone’s property.

We have gone on a retreat with the other slaves and Masters and Master wanted to show the others how well trained I was.

That’s how I ended up face down and ass up tethered to the beach. Just waiting for the tide to come in.

It was hard, because I could see people walking by. Coming and going and maybe if I was lucky the crunch of sand underfoot but for the most part I was blind, stuck, and totally helpless.

That’s why when I felt a big calloused hand on my ass, roughly rubbing at my soft skin I admit I squeaked. Even as that huge hand massaged and rubbed against my. Warming up my flesh before he moved his hand away and slapped against where he had been rubbing hard. Making my flesh jiggle under his hand.

“Mmmm… Good meat, I think it’s just right.” he teased. His huge finger playing against my pussy lips before pressing a digit into me. “So tight…” he murmured to himself, his finger felt huge inside of me! I was starting to be afraid for myself when he pulled his finger out and I could hear the sloppy sound of him sucking it clean. Then I felt what I feared, a cock head big enough I was more than sure it wouldn’t fit and the light grinding pressure of a man pushing. Slow and steady to work that big bulbous head inside of me and fill me up more than I had ever felt before.

The Adrenaline Button

Pain Slut Phone SexMaster has a new obsession with needles.

At first I was scared, because needs are used for shots. Hospitals. Doctors. Just a lot of scary associations but he has shown me just how wonderful needs can be.

Our first few plays were simple lines under skin on the arm, thighs, places where there was a nice stingy bite and then just the soft pressure of a needle resting there. I loved the sting and the designs he’d make with the colored ends and pieces of ribbon.

My Master truly is an artist and I love that he uses me as a canvas.

Then one day, he came in excited… He had heard of this thing called the adrenaline button and he had to try.

So he laid me down, playing with my nipple and making me squirm. His pitches and twists make the nipple so hard and my pussy wet as every pleasurable twinge went straight from that nipple to my clit.  Then he took out the needle, it was long and thin and as he pulled my nipple up so my breast was taut he let it slide through that pink areola. The sting was beautiful and it made my back arch and I gasped. Then he did another, and another, all the way to the tip of my nipple. My nipple was on fire, every nerve felt touched, and I felt my heart race. It was painful and pleasurable and so confusing all at the same time.

Then Master really began to play. He went to each of those needles. Twisting, turning, flicking. It was to much, I came on the table. Hard.

I was left a quivering mess of raw nerves and he didn’t even though my pussy. I think I love needles… I can’t wait to see what other ideas my Master comes up with.