Category: Slavery Phone Sex

Pain Slut Needs Punished

Pain Slut Phone SexPain sluts like me live for only two things; to give Master pleasure, and receive sweet pain from His hand. Master often forces me to be intoxicated; I get extra slutty when I am. Then, he makes me parade my wet, bald pussy all around the club. Master lets me get used like the bitch I am. It’s so humiliating, and that makes my cunt drip even more. Master likes to watch me mutually masturbate with his friends; He loves to watching me touch my pretty clitty for him, and drive the other men crazy with the smell of my fertile cunt. I love consensual non-consent play, and Master knows this. He’ll force himself on me whenever he likes! At home, in the mall, at work, it doesn’t matter. I’m his property, and he can fuck me when he wants. I’m his slave, wholly and completely. Master, won’t you give your submissive slut a call, give her a spanking, and remind her who she belongs to? I miss the sting of your palm across my worthless face.

Phone Sex Castration

phone sex You are so fucking submissive that your wife has had you in chastity for thirty days. You have to call your hot Latina Domme’ for your castration phone sex. Am I supposed to feel sorry for you? You get ten minutes every month to let that 4 inch sissy penis cum, and who do you come to? ME! Why do you come to me? Because I am that Bitch who tells you exactly how I want those balls removed. No rubber band around those testicles for you. Your wife and her long term bull want you to be an eunuch for them.

Pretty pathetic that your little baby dick wont ever be able to cum after We remove your sweet little balls! I don’t feel one mother fucking ounce of pitty for you ass. You are a toy, a pet to play with. Shit I treat my mutts better than you get treated. I let Fido and Spot cum, whereas your balls will soon be in the blender or in My furry friend’s stomach! A nice fillet knife working under you as I flick your cock cage and ask you if you’re ready.

Like I fucking care if you are! The blood that starts to pour has my cunt soaking and slippery. I take my time working through your cum tubes and skin. Your cries of pain only bring me to arousal more. I hold up what used to be the last remaining fragment of your man hood. You are nothing now. A lowly servant to your wife and her bulls cock. You better behave, because if I hear about any misdoings am coming after that limp clit you have left. I will make you have so much pain you will go insane. Now be a good Eunuch whore and fetch me a nice cock to play with!

Slave Training Phone Sex

slave training phone sexSlave training phone sex is hard work. Every time I meet a new white sugar daddy, I need to learn his likes and dislikes. I have this new guy with a much bigger cock than I expected. Honestly, I would think he was half black with his 10-inch cock. It is thick too. He wants a beautiful caramel whore who looks good on his arm in public and even better on his cock in private. I look good anywhere. I was his date at some boring business function. He is ahead of his peers because I was the only chocolate lovely in the room. And all eyes were on me. I think I shocked many of them because I am articulate and well spoken. A black girl can be sophisticated and a dirty whore in the bedroom too. I was the belle of the ball and I made my sugar daddy the envy of all his coworkers. When we went back to his hotel suite, we were both a little drunk on wine. Drunk is when I do my best work. I showed off my cock sucking skills. I gagged, however, because his dick was big and thick. My chocolate lips on his white cock looked amazing and felt incredible. When he gave me his biggest cum shot on my face and tits, I knew I had drained him like a good slave.

Your Personal Fuck Slave

Slavery Phone SexMaster brought me here, as a present, to You. I’m Your new fuck toy. Does that please You? I know I sure am going to. Every day will start the same for us; I’ll wake You up by sucking Your cock. Bobbing my head up and down, licking and flicking my tongue over Your cock head, until You leave me with a mouthful of hot, gooey cum. You’ll find Your slippers ready, as well as Your robe. The shower is already running for You.
I’ll climb right in with You, to scrub and soap Your body, and then to hold still while You use me for Your own pleasure, like a slutty pocket pussy. After washing Your body, I towel-dry You, shave You, and serve You coffee and breakfast.
When You get home from work, I’ll be kneeling at the door, naked and soaking wet, to suck Your cock. You’ll skull fuck me, until Your day’s stress drains right down my cum-guzzling throat. After I serve You dinner, make You a drink, and rub Your feet, You allow me the pleasure of bouncing on Your cock while You watch the news.
I’ll wind and grind my tight, hot cunt all over Your cock, until You cum deep inside of me. Of course, I have to clean myself off of You, which means You get to shoot more cum, this time all over my pretty tits. How may I service You?

Sissy Phone Sex For a Sissy Cock Lover

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It’s always so fun to get you dressed up when you call me for sissy phone sex. I know it sometimes takes a little while to talk someone into going headfirst into the sissy lifestyle but trust me when I say that it’s totally worth it. I’ve heard it time and time again from sissies who I’ve converted. I’ve taken strong, alpha males who had feminization fantasies and turned them into the nastiest cock sucking sissy faggots ever. And you could be next if you’re brave enough to give me a call. Do you think you can muster up enough courage to call me and become who you were always meant to be?
I won’t ever steer you wrong, so please trust me to do what’s best for you. When I tell you to get down on your knees, I want you to do it with no hesitation. I don’t want to hear a no from you. Just open that little whore mouth and get to work. When I tell you that you need to shave your body hair, do it. You’ll feel so much more feminine when your body is smooth. Are you ready for your sissification?

Department Store Dildo Whore

Guided MasturbationI hit a pothole, and nearly screamed. My pussy clenched around the seven inch dildo I’d plunged into my pussy while getting dressed. Every step, every single bump, was the sweetest torment. I rolled my car up to the department store, and parked at a distance from the storefront and the other cars. I put the car in park, and started to rock my hips against the dildo.
The pleasure that shot from my cunt to my clit was earth shattering. I started to really ride that thing. It pressed against my panties and the seat perfectly. I felt my breath coming quicker, my pulse racing, as my body was reaching it’s cumming point. That’s all I needed now. I was so in tune with fucking myself, I didn’t see the man approach.
“Are you okay, miss? You look like you’re having a seizure.” My heart leapt into my throat as I halted my strokes just mere millimeters away from a mind blowing orgasm. My face flushed; I’d been caught being a filthy whore in my car.
“I was… dancing.” I offered with a shy smile, my pussy trying to milk the dildo, begging for release.
“Oh.” He smiled knowingly, and offered a wink, before strolling away to enter the store. I saw how hard his cock was through his sweatpants. He knew! But I couldn’t continue now, I had to go shopping. I was caught with a hand in the cookie jar. I exited the car, whining at the pure torture this dildo was giving me. I walked towards the store, and stopped. It would be too much, the way my hips rocked the cock inside me. I was sure to make a mess of myself. Already, I could see a small wet spot on my pants. Not good!
There was a breath on my ear. The sexy bloke who’d caught me riding a rubber cock in my car was there, hand on my throat. “Don’t cum in the store, Kitten.” I whined again. I was never going to make it.

Fucked Under The Fireworks

Pain Slut Phone SexThe hot ashes rained down on our sweating bodies as the fireworks shattered the skies above.I was bouncing on Master’s cock to the tempo of the pyrotechnics. Beyond the burn of the falling embers on my skin, I felt the heat of a thousand gazes. My pussy was sloppy wet, sliding up and down his cock. I arched my back, and looked over my shoulder to see the masses stuffing the riverfront for the Fourth Of July.
Master reached his bull-thick hand up, wrapping his fingers around my delicate throat. He squeezed, until I wasn’t sure if I was seeing fireworks or stars. I couldn’t breathe, but I didn’t fight it. This was exactly the rough fucking I loved. Everything went quiet; everything went black.
When I regained consciousness, the deafening cannons of the fireworks were going into the grand finale. Evidently, so were we. Three men, one Master, surrounded me. They lit the sparklers, and held them close to my soft skin. My nipples caught the sparks, my sweet pussy singed. I moaned, but no one could hear me.
They grabbed me, and laid me to straddle a man. He slid, lubeless, into my tight asshole. Master shoved his cock right into my pain slave mouth, and the third man popped himself deep into my cunt. Rhythmless, reckless with abandon, they gangbanged me in front of the crowd. These people were getting a show, all right. Instead of fireworks exploding, three men came in my slutty whore holes almost simultaneously.
I laid back, well spent, as Master stroked my face. A standing ovation came harder than I had, and I knew every single one of those sick fucks was clapping for me.

Blessed Is Saint Andrew

submissive phone sexIt hurt like Hell; but I was in Heaven. I was slick with desire, my cunny a running river. Floating on cloud nine, I screamed again as the whip bit into my tender thigh, the welt not far behind. “But daddy I have been a good girl.”  I was sobbing, every breath a dagger in my side. I was sure at least one rib was broken.

“I know.” His voice was sandpaper and steel. “You’re welcome.” The whip kissed my tear stained cheek, blood bubbling up in its wake. I smiled over my split lip, thanking him with every breath. Daddy’s hands would be gentle later, as he soothed my scar-bound skin with gentle strokes of salve. Until then, I lived in the Glory of his lashes.

I was chained to an upright Saint Andrew’s Cross. He circled me, prowling like a predator on the hunt, eager to decide where to strike next. I was a prey who had wandered willingly into his trap. I was more frightened than I had ever been; a true deer in the headlights.

He whipped me until dusk, and then until dawn. By the time it was noon again, I’d lost feeling in my hands and feet, but not where it counted. I was a latticework cross-stitch in ivory and crimson, and all I could think about was getting more, the snap of the whip, and the smooth walnut of the crux decussata.

My throat was raw from crying and shouting, and from the eight times he’d throat fucked me with his thick cock. From the look in his slate eyes, I knew number nine was coming soon, and I had no idea when it would stop. The very thought made my slick pussy drip even more. Woe is me, the luckiest little pain slut on the planet; and blessed is Saint Andrew.

Mistress Of Toilet Slave Phone Sex Slaves

Toilet Slave Phone sex

Let your submissive freak flag fly with The Mistress of Toilet Slave Phone Sex. My special bathroom is ready for you as I put you in your metal cock cage and buckle your collar on tight. I lead you through the hall to the porcelain throne.  I feel your naked body tremble as you are made to crawl into the wide-open room designed for your filthy wants and needs. I have been waiting for a slut like you to take all of my bodily fluids and submit to the complete depravity of your soul. I yank you so you stumble over your leash. You sprawl on the tile floor and I take full advantage of your up turned face. My panties are pulled to the side with my hand twirling your leather leash so you can’t get away. My hot golden shower of piss rains down over your mouth and eyes. You lap my urine up with a greedy hunger that I have not seen in a slave for a long while. The standalone toilet seat is ready for you. I cuff your wrist as you lay face up. My ass, I.e. my pussy and ass are the only thing you see. I have drunk so much water and taken my ex-lax just for this special occasion. You are my toilet bitch and will eat and drink everything from your mistresses body! Come and get it while its hot!

 

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Sensual Domination Phone Sex With Mistress Brooklyn

sensual domination phone sexI am obsessed lately with sensual domination phone sex and being a sensual dominatrix period. It wouldn’t be hard to track down my new sex slave. He had been Mia for far too long. I needed someone to worship me even though I had sissy men and my faggot husband around. I needed someone to tie up and let me spank, softly humiliate and just devour me with complete servitude. Consume me with your loyalty. Bring me your big cock to fill every hole I have. One message and he was at my door, looking like a million bucks in only leather chaps and his cock out and hard for me. I clicked over to him in my heels and lifted his chin with one finger and told him to look me in the eyes. “Yes, Goddess” escaped his lips. No other words were spoken as he knelt and removed my panties. His tongue like fire it was so hot. My legs came up and he held me against the wall as my fingernails dug deeper. I came on his face and he let me down. I pointed to the rack on the wall, for it was time to do what I do best and give him the full slave treatment.