Category: Submissive Phone Sex

Submissive Phone Sex: Broken Over a Joyride

I am a truly submissive slut now. But, I was not always this way. Once upon a time I was a rebel, bratty teen. Got into all sorts of trouble. But the day I became a submissive whore, is a day I will never forget. I was washing my dad’s boss’s brand new Jaguar for some spending money. It was a very sweet ride. I wanted to test it out. So I took it for a little joyride. Yeah, technically I had no permission and I had no license yet, but it was a Jag. I lifted the keys from his office desk while he was on a conference call and went for a drive.  I drove his  prized possession all around town; was gone for hours. I figured I would never get caught because he was at work and his car was in the employee garage. I figured wrong. He had cameras everywhere.

Not only did he call the cops on me, he called my daddy on me. I am not sure what was worse. The time I spent in juvy lock up or the weekend of pain my father inflicted on me for the embarrassment my little joyride cost him. He almost got fired over my little act of car thievery. Father decided then I had to be broken; I had to learn to obey and follow rules.  He stripped me naked. I had to kneel down with my ass exposed. He began paddling my ass with a wooden spoon. So hard, I had splinters in my ass and it was bleeding. But that was not enough. He escalated to caning me. This was excruciating. I could feel flesh tearing from my bottom. After my ass was raw and bleeding, he poured table salt into the wounds and made me sit on my bottom covered in salt to ponder my sins while he shoved his cock down my throat forcing me to suck him off.

I was crying, telling my Dad how sorry I was and I would never steal  a car again. Then,  he did something unexpected. He went and got a butcher knife from the kitchen. I was so scared thinking my father was going to kill me over a joyride. But no, he chopped off my beautiful blonde locks. He told me I was  too pretty and that if I was humbled perhaps I would no longer be such a bratty cunt. He then went in my room and destroyed all my clothes and makeup. I looked like an orphan. My hair tattered,  now forced to wear rags and second hand clothing. I would lose my popularity in school. But that is what daddy wanted. Me broke, and  dependent on him. He managed to break my spirit that day. I was forced into the life of a scared little girl dependent on her daddy for companionship.

I would never be a dominate brat again. I would never disobey my daddy again.  And thanks to a harmless joyride, here I am today seeking your approval, seeking your control, seeking your ownership. Use me as you see fit. I am a worthless, car stealing whore forever.

Cumming Home Late!

 

So I might just have a little bit of a curfew, and I might just forget about said curfew sometimes! I was out clubbing with some of my girls and just lost track of time! I came home, a little tipsy, at about one in the morning, hoping my daddy was tucked away in his bed.
I took off my heels as I was walking through the door, tight little jacket coming off after I managed to wiggle both arms free, being as careful as I could.
To be honest after a long night at the club, I was pretty darn riled up, I hadn’t gotten any tonight, because I didn’t want to leave my group, we were just having too much fun! But after seeing so many people getting fucked against walls, and sucking some hot guys under the table I was sooo ready to get it on!
After getting to my room, I started to take my top off, letting my little budding breasts free so I could pinch at my nipples, getting them good and hard before I dug around in my dresser for my cute little dildo.
I moved back on my bed, pushing my panties down just below my stick-clit, stroking over it with one hand, while the other gripped my toy so I could suck and throat it while I got myself good and ready to give it to myself really good! Well, while I was stroking my cock, I accidentally knocked the lamp off of my nightstand as I was moving to get more comfortable.
Nothing broke, and I didn’t think much of it until my door opened! My dad was standing there looking sooo grumpy, but it must have been a pretty good view of my ass, because that frown was turned upside down faster than I ever imagined it would!
Before I knew it, he had pulled my dildo out of my mouth, and my panties aside to just go ahead and shove it inside of me! He was giving it to me so good and rough, soon enough he unzipped his pants and pressed his hard cock to my mouth so I would have something to suck on! And gosh did I suck that cock.
He stopped me before I came, bent me over and gave me a few good, hard spanks before shoving his own cock into me and finishing the both of us off!
I sure learned my lesson!

Submissive Phone Sex with Cassandra: I am no Goddess

More times than not, men mistake me for a Goddess. I am tall, blonde, beautiful, buxom, intoxicating. I get it. But never judge a book by its cover. I am a Goddess in appearance only. The true me is a total submissive whore for you to use how you see fit. Nothing is off limits with me. I want a master not a lover. I want to be controlled, not be free. I want to be used , not spoiled. I want to worship not be worshiped. I don’t want to be dominate, I want to be dominated.  I don’t want a relationship, I want an ownership.  I crave a sadistic relationship, not a romantic one. I want to wear a collar, not a necklace, to suggest you own me, not that you love me. I need you to hit me, not caress me.  I need to feel pain, not love. I need to feel humiliated, not proud.

I don’t want to be smothered with love, but smothered by a pillow, your pillow. Don’t hug me, hang me. Don’t kiss me, kick me. Don’t put me on a pedestal, put me in a cage. Don’t adore me, whore me out. Don’t cater to me, cut me. Don’t buy me gifts, burn me with your cigarettes.  Don’t make love to me, fuck me. Don’t make me cum, cum on me. Don’t fondle me, fist me. Don’t tease me, deny me. Don’t save me, scar me.

I want a dark, sick, twisted relationship based on ownership, control and pain. Spank me. Spit on me. Hate me. Slap me. Bruise me. Torture me.  Mutilate me.  Degrade me. Hog tie me. Suspend me. Beat me. Do I sound like a goddess? Of course not, because I am a slave, a bitch, a whore, a victim, a submissive. I will never me a goddess, a girlfriend, or a lover. Because I was born to serve, born to worship, born to be used. And, I will serve you however you deem fit. My pain is your pleasure Master. I am waiting to be used and abused.

Submissive Phone Sex with Cassandra: Bathroom Whore

I didn’t know his name. It didn’t really matter. He could tell by looking at me what kind of girl I was. He pulled me in the men’s room, in one of the stalls and shoved me down on his cock.  Grabbed my blonde hair and forced me down on his cock repeatedly. He told me I was his bitch. He was correct. I am any man’s bitch and the right men know this. I was gagging on his cock. Eyes bulging, eyes watering, drooling, choking…..he didn’t stop. He was getting off on my discomfort, my pain. I thought I was going to vomit on his cock. He came down the back of my throat and I was relived. It was over. But it wasn’t. He stood up, grabbed my hair and shoved my face in the toilet. He told me I deserved a whore’s bath.

Then he left. I was on the floor in the bar bathroom with my hair wet and smelling like piss and cum. Makeup smeared all over my face, feeling used. I started to get up and attempt to clean myself up when several men entered the bathroom. They heard there was a whore in the bathroom giving out free skull fucks. By the time I was alone again, I had sucked 42 cocks, swallowed a ton of cum and looked like the jizz junkie whore I am.

I was born to serve men. Do with me as you see fit. Your pleasure is all that matters.

My Fluffy Kitten

All the girls I know now days shave their kitties. But not me. I love my hairy kitty. My new master was so pleased when he ripped my clothes off and saw my bush. Part of his punishment for me was to pull a hand full of my bush and pull some hair out by the root. The pain was excruciating but that is what little sluts deserve.  He delighted at the little drops of blood on my pussy. He poured rocks on the ground and made me kneel on them to suck his cock. He loved that it hurt to have rocks pushing into my knees. I didn’t dare complain or cry out from any of the pain. I know better then to say a word. When he was done he made me lay down and he poured alcohol on my bleeding pussy, daring me to scream. He showed me from the start that I was a worthless little slut to be seen and not heard. I know my place.

Submissive Phone Sex with Cassandra: Pain Slut for Daddy

Submissive phone sex is what I crave. I am a tall beautiful goddess; this I recognize.  And not a day goes by that I do not have a few guys, even females, who want to worship me, adore me, treat me like a princess solely on my looks. But, I have long harbored a dark secret. I look like a spoiled bitch on the outside; one who can command any man. However, I am a total submissive slut. Technically, I am a pain slut. I have no interest in equal relationships, nor do I want to dominate any man. I want to belong to a master. And I mean belong in every sense of the word. I want a man to control what I wear; how I act; what I do; where I go. To control my every move and every sexual encounter. And, most importantly, I want to be abused. I’m talking hardcore abuse, S and M, extreme bondage, water sports, rough anal, even sadistic torture.

Do you find yourself wondering how a tall goddess, former Homecoming Queen and Head Cheerleader became such a submissive junkie? Daddy. I t all began with my Daddy. You see after my mother died, I was the woman of the house and my dad was a tortured artist type. He had a very dark side. I think Daddy felt conflicted by his sexual desires for his young daughter that he turned me into his slave, into his pain whore to appease his guilt. The first time he saw me naked in the bath tub, he called me a dirty cock tease whore and said I needed to be punished for such nasty behavior. He made me get out of the tub and lay across his lap. I was very young. He spanked me first with his bare hand so hard I was crying and begging for him to stop. My bottom felt like it was on fire he spanked me so hard.

I could feel his thing under me, hard as a rock. He knew he was hard too and this made him want to hurt me more. I was not sure if he hurt me more because I made him hard, or if it made him hard hurting me. Regardless, I paid for his hard dick. He grabbed the curling iron and shoved it in my pussy and fucked me repeatedly  for a painfully long time. I was even bleeding. Daddy of course was still hard. Frustrated by his hard dick, he took the curling iron and rammed in up my ass. That was the beginning of my obsession with anal play and torture. It was the beginning of my daddy’s obsession with hurting my ass. Without me even touching his dick, he came in his pants as I cried and begged him not to hurt my bottom. My Daddy and I developed a symbiotic sick relationship that I try to replicate with my masters. Daddy came hurting me, and I learned to please men and hence myself by being a total pain slut.

I always need new mean Daddy’s. Let my pain and my humiliation get you off!

A Man with Self Control

 I hate all the god damn men thinking that just by flirting a bit and buying me a drink I’ll act like any other little slut at the bar and have my skirt hitched up around my waist and my panties in the back seat of his car. All these slutty little trollops with their tits and asses practically hanging out of their tube dresses.  I have more class in my foot than those whores will ever have. I need a new man who will treat me like the work of perfect art that I am. A man who is educated, upstanding, and who can satisfy all of my primal desires. A man who will be obedient, but also have no reservations when I ask him to hold me down and bring me to the edge of an orgasm. A man with self control. I want you to tease my clit for hours on end, bring me to the brink over and over again until I am begin you to fuck the living daylight out of me!

Big Black Titties Bouncing!

Like the way these big tits bounce in your face? Well I like it even more when I’m bouncing them up and down on your juicy white cock. Oh yes daddy, I want to be your dirty little black whore. Let me climb on top of your fat dick and ride it while my tits swing in the air. I know how much you love this black pussy and these nigger titties so much. Go ahead and grab my tits while your fucking this black ass from behind. Squeeze my nipples and make your black cum slut scream with excitement. I like it when you treat me like a dirty slut. That’s it, flip me over and I’ll spread my legs so you can pound my black cunt. Slap my titties, get rough with me, call me dirty names, show me how much you hate me and love me at the same time!

You love how soft these melons are, how dark my nipples are with my caramel skin complexion. It just turns you on doesn’t daddy? I’m your  freaky black bitch and I will do anything for that sticky cum you have for me. I’m going to beg for your cum, I want to get down on my knees where I belong and hope that your spray your load all over my face and titties. Please oh please daddy give me that huge load of gooey cum?! 

mMMmm I bet the bouncing of my titties over and over again is making you so hard, you have no idea what to do. Come on, and let me help you release that load all over my big nigger titties daddy. Don’t waste a perfectly good nut when you have a dirty black whore ready to milk your cock. 

Drugs Phone Sex with Mommy Blair: Party Favors Weekend

You know what a holiday weekend means to me? Party. Party. Party. Friday night, until this morning, I was holed up in my son’s downtown warehouse doing every drug imaginable and fucking my ass off. I invited a few girl friends and we partied with my son and a few of his friends. Coke and pot are my drugs of choice, but this weekend I tasted the rainbow:  ice, hash, Oxycotin, X, shrooms, heroin, Quaaludes…  You name it, I tried it. Fucking is just better high on something. And I did my share of fucking. My son made me do things, disgusting things for my medicine. To get my favorite medicine, my nose candy, I had to let 16 guys gang bang my ass. My ass was not only gaping open, but  oozing with jizz.  For some ice, I had to let the boys pee on me. I am not use to being a human toilet, but I wanted to try ice so bad; plus I am my son’s whore, so whatever sick, depraved thing he wants, I gotta do. Just this weekend, I got rewarded with party favors. For Oxycotin, I had to eat out my one girl friend who was on the rag. I have eaten a lot of pussy before, but never when a chick had her period. Didn’t enjoy it, but the Oxycotin erased the taste in my mouth.

For some hash,  I had to entertain the 4 legged friend who was staying at the warehouse too. Friendly guy, but his big red rocket was nothing I had ever had before and it felt so strange and dirty. My son jacked off good watching me get fucked by man’s best friend. He got off on the humiliation. He took a bit of a reprieve on me for the X. All I had to do for that was take 16 loads of spunk  down my throat and snowball it with my lovely female companions. We guzzled cum like dehydrated soldiers trapped in the desert.  Now, when it came time to try some junk, I was nervous. Never shot up before as needles scare me. My son put a ball gag in my mouth and a huge butt plug in my ass, strapped me down, and shot that junk between my toes while he told his friends to shoot cum over my worthless body. I laid there, strung out for awhile, feeling numb, covered in cum. That was a pretty mind blowing high. Guys were fucking me, and it was like an out of body experience. I was covered in jizz. The next drug I got to try was  mushrooms. That was a trip! I had to lick all the cum off the warehouse floor while on a psychedelic trip. The cum was moving before my eyes too; pretty wild. After over 48 hours of being whored out, used and defiled, I was given some Quaaludes to knock me the fuck out. I passed out on the floor that I had cleaned up with my tongue. I woke up hours later, with even more cum in me and on me. Guess the boys continued to party with me after I passed out.

I am strung out and sore from this weekend. But I am a drug whore. Nothing I won’t do for candy  or cock. What sick, twisted, depraved things you wanna make me do?

Good Little Subbie

   I woke up this morning and my throat was killing me. Then again after the way you made me scream last night I’m not really sure I’m surprised. The fact that your cock was shoved half way down my throat and you were face fucking me probably didn’t help either. Do you remember how soaking wet my cunt was for you? I had been waiting for you to call me and ask me to come over all weekend, and every time I even thought I heard my phone ring I rushed over to it to see if it was you. It’s ok that you made me wait so long though, because I know that the pleasure that I will receive from being a patient subbie is worth the wait. I am more than happy to take the punishments and rewards that you think I deserve. Please please please, let me feel your nice, hard, thick cock thrust down my throat.