Category: Slavery Phone Sex

Ethnic Phone Sex Gets Deeper with Dana Letting You Take Over

Ethnic Phone SexThe velvet darkness of this room feels like a second skin, a quiet sanctuary where the only sound is the frantic rhythm of my own heart waiting for you to call. This Ethnic Phone Sex is the bridge that connects my submission to your absolute authority, a digital tether that allows you to reach across the distance and claim every part of me.

 I am sitting here in the dim light, my skin tingling with anticipation because I know that the moment I hear your voice, I am no longer in control of my own breath or my own body. I am exactly where I want to be: poised on the edge of total surrender, desperate and drowning in my own sultry desires to be commanded and possessed by a master who knows my worth.

You have this way of taking over my mind before you even touch me, a psychological grip that makes the world outside this room disappear into a haze of obedience. When you speak, the resonance of your command vibrates through the phone and settles deep in my bones, making my knees go weak and my thoughts scatter like smoke. 

I’m completely here for you, your exotic prize, a submissive soul waiting for you to dictate exactly how I should feel and move. Every time you remind me that I belong to you, I feel that rush of intoxicating heat… that deep, addictive craving to let you take full control of my body until I am nothing but an instrument of your pleasure.

I love the heavy weight of your expectations, the way your voice drips with a possessive power that makes me feel small, cherished, and incredibly useful. When you demand I describe the curves of my body for you, I don’t hesitate for a second, moving my hands with a desperate hunger to prove my loyalty to your vision. 

I’m your sultry, obedient girl, and I’ll do anything to hear that flicker of raw satisfaction in your tone, no matter how much it pushes me past my own boundaries. I’ll stay exactly where you put me, follow every instruction with breathless precision, and I’ll thank you for the privilege of being your secret, your slave, and your favorite toy.

My mind is a constant haze of devotion, and I’ve become completely addicted to the way you take over my reality with just a few chosen words over the line. Whether you’re commanding me to stay still for hours or demanding I perform for your eyes only, all I can think about is how much I want to satisfy every dark whim you have for your ethnic slave. 

I have no will of my own in this space, as you’ve replaced my autonomy with a burning need to be the perfect object of your desire. I am yours to break, yours to use, and yours to keep for as long as you find me captivating. Tell me I’m never leaving this state of surrender, so I can sink deeper into this beautiful, controlled nightmare where you are the only thing that matters.

 I want to feel the weight of your words and the absolute heat of your demands, knowing I am your submissive, your sultry Dana, and your most loyal servant. Use me until I am nothing but a reflection of your will.

Cock control is mine and your the bitch that serves me

Cock controlCock control is a testament of strength. Admire how I can control yours with mine. All I have to do is pulse it, make my twelve inches jump. I know that drives you crazy.

You can’t help but squirm under the weight of my dominance.

With a wicked smirk, I trace the curve of your jawline, my fingers digging into the flesh as I push my cock against your lips. “Open wide, bitch,” I command, and you obey without hesitation, your mouth stretching to accommodate my girth.

As you suck, I can feel the heat of your throat constricting around my shaft, milking it for every drop of precum. The sight of your head bobbing, lips stretched tight around my dick, only spurs me on. You are one hungry slut, aren’t you? You gotta work your throat like a working girl, baby. I want it all the way down till you reach my stomach!

Because this is no mere oral servicing – no, this is a Hardcore throat fucking, and after I’ve filled your throat with my cum, you’re going to get a Hardcore ass fucking! I like to teach my slaves all about what it means to be dominated by a shemale.

My cock throbs with a ruthless intensity, and I drive it deep into your ass, splitting you open with a single, brutal thrust. You scream as I begin to pound you, my hips snapping forward with merciless force. Don’t scream too loud, you don’t want to blow your cover, do you?

I am not a dirty secret, I am a fucking Goddess, and you serve me.

If you disappoint me, I have no problem ruining you. Yes, I know the thought of your wife finding out you like dick gets you hard and scared. So we can safely dance on that line, unless you want me to annihilate you, hole and all. I think it would be funny to tell your wife how hard you work for me, all about how you call me Mommy when I am inside you. You think she will be jealous of the hardcore boning you get from my hot cock?

 

 

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Tranny Porn Pictures

My Tranny Porn Pictures  Brought you here. You’ve been curious for way too long, and the universe aligned and finally saddled you up with me. Tell me, is That cock swollen and stiff with your Taboo erotic urges? I think it’s every mans fantasy to be with a Wonder Woman like me. My beautiful sculpted tits, molded to perfection. Equipped with a Dick straight from the Gods. When I go out I can see it all over Married men’s faces. Their boredom. Fucking that same old love canal. It says, She sucks, I fuck, we’re done. Boredom comes from being unfulfilled. I plan on Filling everything, so boredom won’t be an issue.

“If you could suck your own dick, would you ever leave the house?”

Do you remember the days of trying to suck your own cock? Don’t Kid yourself. Every single man reading this, has at some point tried to double themselves over, to try and suck their own cock. That old saying goes “If I could suck myself, I’d never leave the house” Some of the curiosity was just to feel good and cum. But Some of it was to see what it Felt Like Having a cock in your mouth. To taste your own chunk spunk. The fruits and nuts of your loins.

My Pictures Brought you here, But we can Make a Movie of our Own

Since you made it all this way. You should Indulge. See what being with me really is all about? I want you to explore my body. All my curves and ridges. First with your hands, then with your mouth. I want to explore every inch of you, Inspecting and examining. Your mouth suckling my sweet supple breasts, while your mouth travels up and down my thick, hard cock. Get me Ready to fuck. I want to rub our dicks together. Then we can take turns using the others gaping ass, to fuck and feel good.

Worship my Body. Swallow My Dick. Make Me Cum.

 

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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.