Category: Slavery Phone Sex

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.

Fetish Phone Sex Dripping Away

Fetish Phone SexMy Master is amazing me at turning me into a Fetish Phone Sex whore.

He strapped me back to the table, tying down my wrists and ankles before putting a blindfold over my eyes and ear buds playing some bass heavy music that filled my ears. All I had left was my sense of smell and touch.

I wasn’t sure what to expect and my body was tense with the expectation of unsure pain and gasped when I felt something soft and silky run over my jaw line. Moving down my neck and between my tits and over my stomach. I giggled and squirmed as the soft thing kept running over my sides and ribs.

The thing sent little tingles through my body which made the quick removal of the soft tingles and the sharp quick pain of what I knew was a cane going across my nipples. Then my stomach and over my pussy. Whack, whack, whack!

Until I was squirming and wiggling, whimpering and crying. I could feel the burn lingering before the sharp little pokes tickling over the hot stinging making the tickling even worse than with the first thing he used.

When he pulled the wheel away I tensed up again. Nerves on fire with both pleasure and pain I was almost afraid of what he would do next and then I felt it. Hot little drip, drip, drips of fire across my skin. I pulled at my bindings trying to get away from the hot little drips. They seemed to come from everywhere.

I heard him laugh even over the music as he drips the wax directly onto my pussy. I cried out, my back arching as I danced for him. Not sure how long he was going to keep doing this to me.

Black Cock Phone Sex with the One and Only Big Daddy King

black cock phone sexBlack phone sex with Big Daddy King is the only kind of BBC phone chat. Why? Because HIS cock is better than any cock black or white period.  He has a lot of special Bimbos he plays with, but I knew if I wore a hot enough outfit I would get back on his rotation of white whores again. My patience paid off. He told me to be ready for a hot date. No slut can ever be totally prepared for a date with The King. His cock is a monster cock. Even a whore’s pussy struggles to get every inch of his perfect dark meat inside of her well fucked hole. I wore my bedazzled BDK tank top and no bra to show off my big tits he loves so much. I’m sort of like a blonde bimbo Barbie. I had my black latex chaps on so he and everyone in the club could see my BDK tramp stamp. I wore  my BDK thong so folks  knew that hot ass of mine was The King’s property. He bought all the Dom Perignon champagne in the club. Several bottles that were over $600 a pop. Nothing but the best for his princess. My Big Black Daddy knows how to spoil women he likes. He treats me like royalty. We were having such a blast dancing and drinking, but I got greedy and begged to see The Anaconda. My KING can’t deny me. I unzipped his pants and gasped when The Anaconda fell out in its man sleeve.  His cock is so big it deserves its own zip code! I pulled back the diamond encrusted man sleeve and screamed in delight as I saw the ONLY COCK in the world that matters.  Video was taken of me blowing my KING. I love to tease other whores who wish they were lucky like me to get to spend time with BDK and the anaconda. I wore his nut sauce on my face as a badge of honor and to let the other men in the club to know this bitch was taken by the one and only Big Daddy King.

Babysitting or Training session?

 

Sissy Training Phone Sex

I hate watching boys. Puberty has them going wild and honestly if it walks and talks I really don’t want anything to do with them. I like them so young they can’t say no! I was watching Chris. The annoying bitch boy who hated it and threw a fucking fit every time his mommy and daddy left. They knew he was a monster just like I did. This little shit was acting like a pussy ass bitch. Crying and screaming on the floor. I grabbed him by his ear and pulled him up off the ground, Almost ripping it off. Slapped his little bitch face which shut him up. I told him if he was going to act like a little crying bitch he was going to be treated like one. I had my costume wig with me for Halloween and I put it on him. We went into his precious mommies room and put her make up on him. He kept screaming and crying as I was trying to do his make up. Its ruined, tear running down his face. I slapped him again and dressed him in his mommies clothes. Made him duct tape his tiny cock back by his asshole. Put on a thong and a bra as well as a sexy see through nighty. Strapped some heels on him and shoved him outside. I made this crying bitch walk up to each one of his neighbors and tell them what he was. ” I am Christina, your new neighbor. I am a sissy faggot whore. Can I suck your cock?” He was a brand new sissy bitch and he was going to be trained so well!