Category: Slavery Phone Sex

GFE Phone Sex with a Submissive Whore

GFE phone sexHe called me for GFE phone sex, but his voice was so familiar. I didn’t recognize the name. The address was nowhere near me. I am good with voices, but certainly I didn’t know him. But I did. You see, I had a very cruel Master for years. I have had many over the years, but none that scared me as much as Him. I played it cool. Acted like I had no clue who he was, but it was in my voice. Fear was in my voice. He kept me prisoner in his basement for almost a year. He barely fed me. In his eyes I was a whore. A whore who cheated on him simply by doing nude modeling and phone sex to support myself. He didn’t want to share me with anyone. Not even you. Not even a camera. When he found out I was making money off my hot body, he tossed me in his basement. I endured lack of sunlight; lack of human contact and constant force fucking for a year. He said I was his whore. No one else’s.  I was his captive. I was his slave. One day, an opportunity presented itself to me and I broke free. I fled to a new town. I changed my name. It has been years now since I last saw him. His was the only voice I heard for a year, so it is a voice I will never forget. My gut knew it was him even though our conversation was all GFE related. Then it hit me. He was trying to get information from me to find me again. Was I crazy? Maybe it wasn’t him. I started to relax a little thinking it was some sort of PTSD episode making me paranoid. But as we said our goodbyes, he called me by my real name. “I will find you again,” he seethed before he hung up. I peed myself in fear. It is only a matter of time before he finds me. Would you ever keep a  beautiful bimbo like me prisoner for your own pleasure?

Slave Training Phone Sex with Babysitter Isis

Slave Training Phone Sex

I swear I don’t even have to say anything to these little shit heads anymore.

Just a look and they obey me.

These parents are calling me back, begging me to watch their brats for a week!

They want me to oversee their brats and train them to be good little girls.

These dads got a taste of tight little bald pussy and they want it all the time now!

Yes, I can train them to ride your cock when ever you want them too!

I might have to train some bitches to be mean like me.

I could totally make a service of mean babysitters.

We have harsh and severe punishment for little bitches who try to back talk and say no.

The word “No” will never come out of your little fucking brat’s mouth again.

If it does, I will gladly come back and teach her a fucking lesson.

Snuff Phone Sex with The Sitter!

Snuff Phone Sex

He wanted to play a game with me and I was tired of dealing with this little fucking brat. So I decided to take things into my own hands. I figured if this little shit wanted to play a game we were gonna have my kind of fun! I tied him down on the Kitchen island. He thought it was fun at first. He giggled as I took the very sharp kitchen scissors and started cutting his clothes off. He smiled as I started cutting his panties off. When I pulled them off I could not help but laugh at his tiny at his tiny cock. I went into the kitchen and turned the gas burner on. I placed each of their knives they had on the gas stove to let them get red hot. I went back to my patient who at this point was screaming to let him go. I grabbed his tiny hard cock and started rubbing it. His body started to relax and he tried to fight the pleasure that was being forced onto him. I made him cum and separated his balls with clamps as he seized in pleasure. I started to rub his cock again. Harder this time. Forcing him to get hard for me. He was begging me not to touch his cock. Begging and pleading. I smiled and put a clamp on the tip of his cock when he was rock solid. I went back to my knifes and started slicing through his tiny balls. He started to scream when he saw the smoke coming up from his legs. When he smelled his burning flesh, he started to feel it. The knife wasn’t as hot anymore and I was basically sawing through his ball sac. Every time he would pass out from the pain I would stop, put my knife back on the stove and begin to stroke his cock until he was rock hard. He was going to be awake during every last part of this. I didn’t want him to miss me playing with him.

13 days of Slutmas! Berretta!

Toilet Slave Phone SexOn day 3 of the 13 days of Slutmas Santa brought to me a very dirty, kinky, slutty Berretta! This whore makes up in pure sexuality what she lacks in brains. She’s been on drugs for far too to long to have enough brain cells left to hold a real intellectual debate but she’s such a fucking dirty whore. I’ve never seen a woman so happy to be turned into a fucking cum dump. She keeps her pussy sweet, tight, and full of cum. Her ass is always clean for fucking or filled with cum. And, she’s not afraid to suck a dirty cock, drink piss or even play with your shit. I’ve never met a toilet whore like her. She’s fucking crazy and I love it. So if you want to play with a fun fuck toy to use and abuse I would say come play with Berretta. She doesn’t know the meaning of no and loves everything you put her through no matter how crazy it is.

Bondage Phone Sex Being the Tree

Bondage Phone SexI was the Christmas tree… Seriously. I was suspended upside down with small metallic balls hung from the rope, hooks embedded into my skin, and through my nipples. I had tinsel mixed with my jute rope to irritate my skin and make me twitch and itch as I hung unable to move except for muscle twitches. Then Master spun me, wrapping me with lights and making me truly festive. I was feeling nauseous and light headed by the time the world stopped moving but didn’t have much time to recollect my thoughts before Master put a Hitachi straight against my clit making me gasp and cry out with unexpected pleasure. I squirmed again this time as my body quivered and came, over and over, the toy merciless in the pleasure it forced on me. Then there was a cock at my lips and I found another hand forcing my mouth up and down over this cock. Making me throat fuck them as my head spun and my body over sensitized kept me from really knowing where I was. It seemed the party had begun and as the Hitachi disappeared and a new toy filled my pussy as the cock fucked my mouth… I was the centerpiece and all I was meant to do for the night was survive the whims of the Masters around me.

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…”

Submissive Phone Sex Taste the Air

Submissive Phone SexMaster loves to share me. Especially with mistresses. Then again what hot blooded man doesn’t like to watch two women together? This particular mistress loved to use my mouth. Grinding her pussy against my lips and forcing me to breathe in her musk and drink her juices until my face is shiny and covered by her pussy juice. She loves it when I nibble on her clit, the feeling of my teeth gently running over that sensitive nub makes her squeal in delight and she can’t help but laugh as she foces her clit down against my lips and my nose into her pussy. Making it so I can’t breathe. She had already cuffed my ankles and my wrists together so I couldn’t do anything but wiggle and gasp, inhaling and choking on her dripping juices as she cums on my mouth. Lifting off of me long enough for me to gasp for breath before she lets go against my mouth. My mouth quickly filled with her piss causing me to choke and gasp against the yellow fluid. She chastised me with a quick swat to the ass. “Bad slut, you need to drink it.” she giggled, taking me by the hair and forcing my face against that steam of piss. Forcing me to drink every drop that I could before sliding my face up so my nose ran along her tight rosebud. Stopping when my lips were over that tight hole. I circled my tongue around it, pointed my tongue and pressed it into the hole and gasped when she let out a long slow fart right against my tongue and lips. All over my face.

Golden Shower Phone Sex for the Public

Golden Shower Phone SexMaster, I want to show you what a good slut I am. To remind you that my body belongs to you heart, mind, soul and I will always do as you command no matter how outlandish the request. You own my consent. That’s how I find myself on my knees in the bathroom of your favorite pub. My ankles tied to my thighs keeping me in a kneeling position with puppy pads under me as my only protection from the tile. I was wearing a latex corset, a plug in my ass. Vibrator in my pussy and clamps on my nipples with a chain attached between the two. I also had a ring gag, to force my mouth to stay open and a sign written on my chest in lipstick that just said “Toilet slut” so as men came in drunk, horny, lonely, they saw me and my pretty pink pussy wet and dripping. Gurgled moans escaping from the gag. One man comes in, laughs, and pulls out his cock. A dark, stinking, stream of piss comes from the tip. Lands over my tits before he steadies his aim and it goes up my neck, to my chin, and into my mouth. Forcing me to swallow that vile dehydrated bodily fluid before he shoves his cock into my throat. Not hard with whiskey dick but still forcing that half flaccid piss covered cock down my throat and choked me on it until the next man came in and demanded his turn next.

Rape phone sex fantasies the Boss

Rape phone sex fantasiesSo I found out that Master was putting up videos of me online.

Would you like to know how I found out?

My boss called me into his office, I’m just a lowly paper pusher. So I’m not sure why he would call me into his office. Or why when I got in he wouldn’t be there. I walked into the office looking around and was surprised when the door clicked behind me. I gasped and turned around barely able to register it was my boss before he pushed me into a chair. Holding me down by my throat as he tied me to the chair hostage style. Putting a gag in my mouth and my arms to my side.

“You’re such a teasing little bitch you know.” he grinned at me as I stared at him with wide scared eyes. He giggled, actually giggled. “Oh, don’t worry poppet, I won’t hurt you much. I saw those videos of you online you kinky little slut.”

Imagine my surprise at that, wondering how he could have seen me. How he would know I was a kinky girl… Then it dawned on me…

I didn’t have enough time to be upset at my Master before my boss decided it was time to take liberties. He undid the buttons to my top and pulling my tits out of my breasts. Slapping them until I whimper in the gag, tears in my eyes.

I knew he was going to force me to fuck him.

His fingers clumsy against my pussy his fucking me painful leaving me squirming and crying against the gag. His pudgy cock leaving a wet spot against his pants and he practically drooled on me.

I didn’t know what his full intentions were for me I just knew that I’d have to have a talk with Master later… If, I could manage the words.

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.