Category: Slavery Phone Sex

Slavery Phone Sex Keeps a Bitch in Her Place

slavery phone sexSometimes a soccer mom needs slavery phone sex. It can help keep her in line. At least that’s what my drug dealer told me. Last week I heard about the severe weather forecast. And I knew that meant my boys likely would not need to go to school for a few days if not the entire week. And if I become snowed in with two horny teenage boys, I require more cocaine than normal. But my drug dealer really made me work for it this time.

I arrived dressed as he requested. Mostly naked with a dog collar around my neck, nipple clamps on my nipples and ankle restraints. Plus, he asked that I bring my biggest dildo. So, I did. But I’ve never used it because it’s fucking huge. Honestly, I did not think my holes could take this dildo’s girth. Many years ago, somebody gave it to me as a gag gift. And I don’t mean as a joke. I mean literally a gag gift. I told this guy no cock could ever make me gag. So, he bought this dildo just to prove that something did exist that could make me gag.

In hindsight, I should’ve brought a smaller dildo. Marcus would not know that I did not consider it my biggest dildo. Me bad. When I tried to suck it, I almost puked. A drugs phone sex mommy does everything possible to score a fix. Including gagging on a dildo designed more for King Kong or Godzilla.

Some Things Appear Even Too Big for My Ass

I thought I would be okay if he wanted to see me sucking on that thing. But of course, he wanted to see more. He wanted that thing up my ass. Although I am an anal whore, I never inserted anything that big ever in any of my holes. Surprisingly, with a lot of lube and a lot of patience, I got most of it inside of me. But it did seem like a tree trunk fucked my ass instead of a big fat dildo.

Thankfully, he fed me coke as I tried to work that monster dildo into my ass. And I guess thanks to lots of anal experiences, my asshole gapes wider than the average soccer mom. Although I think I got more than the average person could get in their asshole, I did not take it all the way to the base. It felt like Marcus planted his two fists deep inside of me. My sons would know I did something quite extreme for my coke this time.

Marcus got the show he wanted, an extreme anal penetration show, and mommy earned her cocaine. Although I hope it will last this week of bad weather, I’m not sure. Usually, my ass hurts because somebody gave me a hardcore ass fucking. But now it hurts because I crammed it full of the biggest dildo I’ve ever owned. Perhaps I need to just destroy this thing since it destroyed my asshole.

Foot Fetish Phone Sex Dana Slides Your Cock With Her Feet

Foot Fetish Phone Sex

Foot Fetish Phone Sex pulls me into my sluttiest headspace, where my voice slows and my body listens. Heat hums between us as I settle back in silky lingerie, lotion warming in my palms while I wait for your direction. I love knowing you’re focused, picturing each measured move as I follow your lead.

I pour the lotion on your fat cock and let it shine across my soles, rubbing it in with unhurried care. My toes flex and curl as I spread the glide, breathing steady so you can hear how calm and ready I am. I take my time because patience makes everything feel heavier, thicker, more intense.

You tell me how to position myself, and I obey without question. I press my feet together and begin a smooth, controlled slide, keeping the rhythm slow and deliberate. The warmth and slickness make every pass feel decadent, and I let out soft sounds when I realize how much control I have simply by staying steady.

I lean back, arching just enough to distract you, giving you the perfect angle in your mind. My ankles brush, my soles move in sync, and I keep the pace consistent so the tension can build instead of break. Being this attentive to your pleasure makes me feel deliciously exposed and powerful all at once.

I listen closely for changes in your breath and respond immediately. If you want softer, I soften. If you want firmer, I adjust without hesitation. I love proving how tuned in I am, how quickly I can read every pause and subtle command. There’s something intoxicating about knowing my feet alone can hold you right here with me. I smile as I continue, maintaining that effortless glide, teasing you with control instead of chaos. I want you aware of every second, every sensation, every bit of authority you have over me.

I stay patient and eager, letting the slow build do the work. This moment isn’t about rushing; it’s about savoring connection, the way my body moves for you and only you. I’ll keep going exactly like this, listening and adjusting, until you decide you’ve had enough, or until you pull me closer and take what you want. You finally cum all over my feet with your hot sticky cum I then say, “That was fun Master, lets do it again” You then say “I would baby but My Balls are completely drained, maybe another time” You say as you release with relief.

I breathe slowly, savoring the silence between instructions, letting anticipation stretch deliciously. Each measured glide stays intentional, calm, and confident, because restraint makes every response sharper. I keep my focus on pleasing you, mirroring your mood and pace, offering steady devotion rather than rush. 

When you finally speak, I react instantly, proud of how attentive I am. I want you relaxed, indulged, and certain that I’m exactly where I belong, moving how you like, waiting for the next cue, and enjoying every second of being guided. Your approval matters most, and I glow quietly, obedient, present, responsive, composed, eager, open, steady, willing, ready right now.

Naughty Maid Phone Sex Dana Loves Making You Beg for More

Naughty Maid Phone SexI can feel your eyes on me before I even step into the room. My heels click across the floor, as I’m strolling through the sex party that My Master wanted me to clean. Tonight, I’m dressed in my tight little uniform, nothing but lace teasing the right places, and I know exactly what you’re imagining.

Naughty Maid Phone Sex is all I’ve been thinking about. My master calls me over, his hand firm on my shoulder, and I kneel, ready to be used. I love being watched, especially by men who know exactly what they want. I can feel your heartbeat through the tension in the room, your eyes glued to every curve, every inch of skin I let slip free.

They’re rich. They’re confident. And they’re hungry for me. I feel the way they stare, the way their hands twitch, imagining the heat beneath my skirt. I tease them with soft moans and wet lips, letting them see just how desperate I am to please. My master’s smirk tells me I’m sucking all of their dicks just right, making him proud as I get them aching for more.

I love feeling your desire, knowing every touch you’re imagining, every fantasy about bending me over, stroking me while I beg, is running through your mind. I push my chest forward, my panties soaked, and hear the way they breathe heavier. I moan just loud enough for them to hear, just enough to make your imagination run wild.

Every move I make is about you, about making you want me more. I bend, I reach, I tease, letting them see the shine between my legs, the wetness that comes from being this wanted. I love how their eyes follow me, how you’re aching to touch, to feel, to fuck every inch of me while I’m still on my knees for my master.

Being a naughty maid isn’t just about serving. It’s about tempting, teasing, and making men lose control. And tonight, I’m every fantasy you’ve had… bold, wet, and ready to make you beg. I’m dripping for attention, moaning for you, loving every second of being used, watched, and craved.

I want you desperate for me, aching to touch, knowing that I’ll give them everything, but only the way my master allows. I’m yours to imagine, yours to crave, and I’ll make sure every thought you have about me leaves you burning. You want me? Do you need me? I’m right here, naughty, wet, and ready for you to lose control just thinking about me.

Shemale Phone Sex is sensual and goes very deep

Shemale Phone Sex is hot, baby, but I want to take you to the next level. Don’t you want a beautiful woman with a big, hard cock to thrust into you passionately?  I envision hundreds of steamy sessions, with you bent over, smiling in the camera, and I am just pounding away.Shemale Phone Sex

Of course, we will have to get close-ups of my throbbing cock because it is impressive in length and girth.

The yearning you feel inside of you will be filled as I fill you up and make you a butt slut star.

You will definitely have to beg me to plunge deep into your boy’s pussy. I’ll make it a sensual, romantic experience – one that will leave our viewers breathless and addicted.

While my hips find a relentless rhythm, look at the camera and tell our fans how good it feels to have me inside. Then the camera will cut to my perspective, and with each passionate stroke, I’ll stretch you wider.

I expect your moans to be heavenly. We must make sure every moment is blissful for everyone watching. I want to make the kind of Shemale domination porn that makes every horny fucker out there desperate for my cock. I want them to dream that one day I will take their ass just like I am taking yours.

And you will be my muse, my cum filled slave. There will be no complaining either. You will say yes, Mistress, to every command and make me all the fucking money. As the submissive, you must honor me and worship every single part of me.

My cock will be squeaky clean after it’s been in your mouth, or I will punish you. At the end of our sessions, you must tell the audience how your ass tastes on my cock, and I will bust another in your throat and make you swallow. And do you know why? Because you are all mine!

Slavery Phone Sex Dana Obeying Every Command of Her Master

Slavery Phone Sex

The basement is colder than I expected, concrete biting through my bare slave feet as I stand there listening for him. By the time the door shuts behind me, I now understand how I was sold to being his personal nigger slave, something closer to Slavery Phone Sex but lived instead of imagined.

I’m not panicking, but I’m not floating either. My heart is beating fast, not from fear exactly, more from the awareness that I gave up control and now have to sit in that decision. The light is dim, just enough to see the walls, the chair, the space he told me to stay in all day.

He doesn’t rush. That’s what makes it intense. The waiting stretches my nerves thin, makes every sound feel louder. I shift my weight, reminding myself to stay where I’m told. I could speak up if I wanted to, but I don’t. I like the tension too much.

When he finally comes down the stairs, I drop to my knees  instantly waiting for his next command. “You look so filthy and drained, from last where I left you last night, with the dried up fluids of my sticky cum melting all over your face and body. I now want to fuck you all day long since you belong to me now, you hear me you fucking nigger?” He yells. “Yes Master, I’m all yours eternally.” I say softly, with my nipples getting colder from the basements temperature.

He tells me where to put my hands. I follow. He tells me not to look at him. I break eye contact. Each command strips something small away… my pride, my resistance, my need to be clever or in charge. I feel smaller, quieter, but also sharper, more aware of my body and my reactions.

I don’t feel owned in some poetic way. I feel watched. Evaluated. Tested. And that’s what turns me on. I like knowing he’s paying attention to whether I listen, whether I hesitate, whether I need reassurance or punishment or silence.

Sometimes he lets the quiet sit between us. Other times he corrects me with his voice alone, and that’s enough to make my stomach flip. I don’t need constant praise. I need direction. I need to know what’s expected and how far I’m allowed to go.

By the time he leaves me alone again, my legs are sore and my head feels light. I stay where I am, not because I have to, but because moving too soon would break the spell. This isn’t about being perfect or endlessly obedient. It’s about choosing to stay right here, in the tension, until he decides what happens next.

Ass To Mouth Phone Sex with Dana Licking Every Warm Wet Hole

Ass To Mouth Phone Sex

I love the sound of your voice, low and rough, making me melt before I even touch you. Ass to mouth phone sex is my favorite game, my favorite way to make you weak, my favorite way to prove how hungry I am for every inch of you. I can feel you through the phone, every shiver, every groan, every desperate breath that tells me I’m in control.

I kneel on the floor, my lips wet and ready, my tongue aching to explore every secret place you hide. You tell me where to start, and I obey instantly, sliding my tongue across your asshole, tasting you, teasing you, making you groan. “Say my name,” I whisper, loving the way you obey, loving how helpless you sound when you do. There’s nothing I love more than licking your asshole, feeling how tight and warm it is, how every sound you make feeds my craving.

“Dana,” you moan, and I shiver, loving that I can make you beg from miles away. My lips move up, teasing your shaft, tasting, sucking, flicking my tongue in ways you can’t resist. Every instruction you give, I follow, my mouth obeying your commands like I was made for this. My fingers trace your thighs as my lips travel, and you can hear it, feel it, and it drives you wild.

I slip my tongue back where it belongs, circling, exploring, sliding deeper, every lick making you moan louder, begging for more. You love it. I love it. I can feel your desperation, your need, and it only makes me want to give you more, push you further, make you lose control.

I whisper into the phone, teasing, “Do you like it when I take every warm wet hole, every inch of you, just the way you want?” You can’t resist me. You never can. I take my time, savoring every reaction, every shiver, every growl, every little bit of surrender.

By the time you’re breathing hard, voice rough and broken, I’m still right there with you, teasing, savoring, refusing to rush the moment. I love knowing I can take you to the edge with nothing but my voice and your imagination.

This isn’t just a game to me. It’s power. It’s intimacy. And it’s knowing exactly how to make you crave more.

Wet Bald Pussy Dana Making You Lose Control Tonight Now Babe

 

Wet Bald Pussy

Wet bald pussy slips off my tongue because I know exactly what you picture when I say it, slick, dripping, and begging for attention, and I love how fast that image hits your dick.

I like knowing you’re stroking yourself to my voice, imagining me spread wide, moaning just enough to make you twitch, wanting, desperate. I talk like a dirty little slut on purpose, slow and teasing, letting you ache and squirm while I stay in complete control.

I want you thinking about how soaked I am, how badly you want me, how easy it is for me to make you cum just from my words. I can hear you gripping yourself, feel you getting sloppy and greedy, already imagining me leaning back, enjoying every drip, every shiver you’re giving me just by listening.

I want you jacking off, imagining your cum hitting my lips, your hands moving too fast, your breath heavy, because I told you to. I like knowing you’d embarrass yourself for me, that you’re thinking about spilling all over me while I keep talking slowly and filthy, teasing you, making you feel pathetic and needy at the same time.

I want you to picture my hands on your cock, your hips lifting as you imagine me moaning, imagining me tasting you, sucking you, taking you while I keep commanding you with my voice. I want you imagining me smiling at how desperate you are, loving how easy it is to make you crumble for me. You can’t stop yourself, can’t hide how hard I make you, and I love that.

Keep listening. Keep touching yourself. Let your thoughts get dirtier while you imagine me dripping for you, taking everything you’re ready to give, and spilling all your cum because I told you to. I’m filthy, I’m greedy, I’m yours to imagine tonight… and I know you’re going to lose control completely.

 

 

Female Bondage Dana Submits to the Rich and Willing

Female Bondage

I never thought I’d spend my days naked in the basement of a mansion, chained to a post with nothing but the dim lights and my own filthy body for company. Female Bondage is my reality now, ropes biting deep while dried-up cum stains cling to my skin like proof of everything he’s done to me. I can smell him on me even when he’s not here.

I hear his footsteps on the stairs and my whole body tightens.

“There she is,” he says, stepping into the room with a grin. “My messy little captive slut.”

I lift my eyes immediately. “Master…”

He walks around me slowly, admiring the ropes and my stained skin. “Look at you,” he murmurs. “You’re still covered from last time. Didn’t even try to clean yourself.”

“I wasn’t allowed to, Master,” I whisper.

“Good girl,” he says, smacking my thigh. “I like seeing my marks all over you.”

He grabs my jaw and tilts my face up. “Open your mouth and show me you remember why you’re down here.”

I obey, tongue out, trembling.

“That’s right,” he says. “You’re here to be used. To be filled. To be ruined.”

He tightens the ropes, forcing my back to arch. “Look how wet you get in this basement,” he growls. “One command and you melt.”

“Yes, Master… I can’t help it.”

“You don’t need to,” he whispers into my ear. “You exist down here for my pleasure. Nothing else.”

I feel the pressure of his hands, the weight of his voice, the thrill of being trapped beneath him and covered in everything he’s used me for.

“Stay still,” he orders, gripping my hips. “I’m not done with my dirty little basement slut.”

And I give in….shaking, dripping, stained, and aching to be used again.

 

Small Cock Humiliation Phone Sex Tickles me so much!

Small Cock Humiliation Phone SexLet me tell ya all about Tiny Tim. Living up or down to his namesake is for sure a fact. Tiny Tim Loves Small Cock Humiliation Phone Sex, and I’m not kidding anyone, I do too. I get to laugh and do my meanest on a call. What’s not to love about that?

Tim started by emailing me pictures of his quivering little pathetic excuse for a unit. I deemed it unfit to ever be called a dick or cock again. If my tubes of lip gloss are knocking your penis out of the game by almost 2 inches, you no longer get to call it a cock or a dick. The hair that grew around his itty bitty little member, if stretched out to length would beat that clitty knob by almost a mile. It literally was lost in the jungle of pubic mass.

Just looking through Tim’s pics, made me laugh hysterically.

Certainly he didn’t think he could please a woman…right? I came back on the line after taking a gander at his little dingy, and told Tim That I had high hopes for his finger and tongue game, because his prick just wouldn’t do. Tim could be my pussy eating and ass sucking slave. I would never let a man like that even attempt to fuck me, what an embarrassment.  Fuck getting passed the cheeks, That little fucker wouldn’t even get passed my pussy lips. I’ve seen small guys that would only be able to jerk it off with 2 fingers and a thumb. Poor Tiny Tim only had room for his thumb and index.

I made him stroke, well more like piddle, while he apologized for being a lesser man, while I laughed maniacally. Next time we talk, I’m going to fuck him with my strap-on so at least he can say he has had a big cock.

Teeny Peens Welcum.
Xo,

Dixie

Nylons as My Sexy Second Skin, Driving you Crazy

Pantyhose Fetish Phone Sex

Lets Feed your Sexy Fetish. Pantyhose Fetish Phone Sex Calls can be so seductive. I Love to wrap my body in sexy Teddies, and Lacey lingerie. Dress these legs up in tight, sheer nylon.  What I would say makes me feel the sexiest though?  That would be a sexy pair of panty hose, nylons or thigh high stockings. These long stems of mine look great all dressed up and fuckable. Would you worship my long, sexy legs?

Rub your face against that skin tight sheerness

Take your hands and rub against that sheer silkiness. Kiss your way up my calves, and thighs. Get Close baby, So close that you can smell my hot horny cunt. Breathe my sex in. Get Lost in my sultry scent.  Warm and wanting is the ambience. Take your cock out, make it So Stiff and just run it a long the seem defining the backs of my legs. Paint me with your Pre Cum, baby.

Id rub my sexy hose all over you. Addicting you to me, I’m your new Drug of Choice, Baby. Chase the fucking dragon. My stocking clad feet teasing your sexy body and hard cock. I want to be Sitting on your lap and stroking you all the while rubbing your cock against my inner thigh. Pantyhose, Nylons and stockings just mold to my body.

Stockings, Nylons and Pantyhose make me feel so goddamn sexy.

I want to dress up for you. A Very smart man once told me ” If a woman wears stockings, garters and lingerie for you, she must really like you because it looks like a pain in the ass”. That is so true. Dressed to the nines, and giving you a slow, sexy strip tease. Extending my long sexy legs to show them off. I want to feel your manly hands touching me. Rubbing all over my tight, restricting second skin.

Spreading my legs wide. Wagging my finger for you to come hither, between my legs. I want to wrap my legs around you. Fuck me Like this. Dressed up like a sultry little fuck slut, and pining for your cock to be inside.

Oh baby, don’t worry. We can rip a hole right in the crotch of these hose. I dont want to take them off, I want you to fuck me while I’m wearing them. That sheer turning you on so much that you fuck me like mad. Your dick slamming into me, stroking my gspot. Im horny and I want to squirt mixing us together. I want you to blow your load and sprinkle all over my Sheer restrictors.

Blow your Nut All over my stocking covered stems.

Legs wide open,

Waiting 4 U

Dixie, Xo