Category: Submissive Phone Sex

Passionate Denial

I know about deep dark fantasies. Let me tell you I’m here to bring out the kinkiest things in you.  I’m a no taboo kind of gal.  Tease and denial is one of the most passionate things.  The best way is a hands on approach. Lay back and let me explore the frame work of your body.  I love taking my hands or other body parts and giving a nice firm vigorous grip, next I’ll give you a nice lather of my favorite lube. I’ll move on to apply a good amount of pressure not to hard just right and varying my speed for the hand job stroking.  I can continue this pace of hard and fast for hourstease and denial phone sex .  Just as you get close I slow down my stroke, maybe even giving it tiny kisses.  I explore the different parts of your cock, playing with the underside of the head or just playing with the tip.  I want to make it so the tiniest touch could possible push you over the edge. I personally like to explore more taboo areas.  Focusing on other areas can heighten your arousal.   I know every man is different and I intend to learn what you respond to the most.  I want your denial to be dreamy and steamy, not the main attraction.  It’s not wrong to savor this and wonder if I will let you cum tonight.  

Clitty Twister

You warned me not to touch your tools while you were at work. But the faucet was leaking, and I thought I would try to fix it so that the dripping sound wouldn’t drive you over the edge tonight while you are trying to sleep. I knew you would be angry that I touched your tools, but I figured it might be less angry than being kept up all night, so I took a chance. I barely got myself situated in the bathroom, and you came home early. I didn’t even hear you walk in the bathroom, so when you grabbed me by my hair I screamed.

I rolled over onto the floor and you looked down and saw your pliers in my hand. Your eyes went dark and I saw your rage instantly. You let go of my hair and slapped me so hard across the face with the back of your hand that I saw stars. You told me what a worthless fuck toy I was, and how dare I touch your tools. I tried to drop the pliers, but you grabbed them from me instead. My head was still pounding from the slap, and as you attacked me from above, I was defenseless.

You grabbed me by the throat and told me to spread my legs. I had no choice other than to do what you said, I am your slave. I begged you not to hurt me and you laughed your evil laugh. I saw you still had a hold of the pliers and even though I knew what torture lay ahead, I spread my legs for you. I felt the cold metal on my pussy, and I begged you to stop. I know you only get more torqued up when I beg, but I couldn’t stop myself. You grabbed ahold of my clit with the pliers and pinched them down with all your strength.

It felt like my clit was going to pop off, and fire shot through my body as I came all over myself. You laughed and laughed and then began to twist the pliers – yanking my clit a full 360 degrees. I knew you were going to twist it off. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I began to cum again as you twisted another full circle. I felt the blood and cum mix together and run down my ass cheeks. You let go of me, and jerked your hard cock off all over my limp body. You calmly put your pliers back in your tool box and left the room. 

Submissive Phone Sex with Wendy: Your Fuck Toy

It’s been three days now since you let me shower. All you allow me to do is get sucked, fucked, and covered in cum. After the first day I looked like a glazed donut and cum was pouring out of me, but that wasn’t enough to satisfy you. There were 20 other men, but I only really cared about pleasing you. Having my tight cunt and asshole stretched for you was one of the most degrading things I’ve ever been through, but it was also the most thrilling.
When I was too tired or sore, resting wasn’t an option until you said so. Nothing could be done without your permission, not even bathroom breaks. If I disobeyed you’ll just let one of your 20 friends beat on me or simply do it myself. Last night I was so exhausted that I started to fall asleep with a thick 8 inch cock in my ass, but I didn’t have permission to sleep. I woke up to you fucking my throat deep and gagging me with your massive prick.
My suffering wasn’t over even after you shot your warm cum down my throat. You still wanted to entertained by my suffering and abuse. It was humiliating, painful too, but I’ll never forget who I belong to. I’m just nasty little cum dumpster and your filthy fuck toy.

Submissive Phone Sex with Cassandra: I Need a Master

Never judge a book by its cover. My cover suggests that I am a dominate spoiled bitch. Look at me. I am a blonde goddess.  Tall, busty, sensual, confidant in my skin…. But if you turn the pages of my book, you discover that looks are deceiving. I am a total submissive whore. Ever since I was a little girl and my daddy first forced his cock in my tiny holes, I knew that I was a submissive bitch.  I don’t date men, I belong to them.  I have masters, not lovers. I’m controlled, not controlling. I am used, not pampered. I’m dominated not dominant. I need a collar, not a ring. I get beaten not hugged. I deserve pain, not pleasure. I’m humiliated not praised. I’m hated, not loved. I get kicked, not kissed. I receive torture not gifts. I belong in a cage not a pedestal.  I’m insulted not complimented.  I don’t speak, I obey.

Hit me. Violate me. Cut me. Burn me. Bruise me. Hang me. Mutilate me. Fist me. Scar me. Degrade me. Suspend me. Bury me. Gag me. Electrocute me. Smother me. Drown me. Choke me. Suffocate me. Fillet me. Shock me. Spank me. Abuse me. Flog me. Kidnap me. Hunt me. Own me. Eat me. Bite me. Stab me. Deny me. Tease me. Punch me. Shoot me. Shove me. Piss on me. Push me. Hurt me. Kill me. Just don’t love me. I am worthy of hate, not love. I’m a whore, not a goddess.

I need a strong Master. Is that you?

Submissive Phone Sex with Janelle

I saw you at the bank, and I knew from experience that your good looks and charm had a twisted side. Your eyes were deep blue and seemed to be swimming with sick thoughts. I am used to having men oogle my body and breasts, but the way you stared me down made my pussy throb just thinking about what was going through your head. You were ahead of me in line, and once I was done and headed for my car, you were waiting for me. Leaned against my car, not even smiling.

I walked up slowly, not sure what to expect, and as I approached you just kept looking my body up and down, almost like you wanted to eat me alive. Normally I would have been offended, but something about you made me feel weak and feminine and vulnerable. Once I got close enough, you took me by the arm and swung me around throwing me back up against my own car. It took my breath away, you scared me, but it was broad daylight in a bank parking lot, so I didn’t panic.I felt my nipples harden inside my blouse, and I saw you noticed them too.

Submissive phone sex is usually something I dominate, but you had control of me from that very moment. You told me I looked like a dirty whore, and all I could do was nod. You told me you were going to fuck me and make me pay for dressing like such a whore. I wanted to hate you, but my pussy was getting more wet with every word you said. You told me to turn around and lift my skirt up. You were going to fuck me right there in the parking lot. There had to be cameras. You must have read my mind, because you told me that you didn’t give a fuck if security was watching, you said they would have some real ass rape porn to watch.

I lifted up my skirt, just like you told me to, and you rammed your cock right up my ass. I almost screamed, but took your cock deep inside, as I somehow wanted to please you. You dug your fingers into my hips so hard that I knew I would be bruised.  You came almost immediately, deep inside me. You pulled your cock out and your cum began dripping down my legs onto my shoes. You told me to get in my car, and not to wipe you cum off my legs. You told me to let it dry and sleep with it that way all night. I opened the car door and got in, my inner thighs soaked. He walked away without another word. I went to bed that night, your cum still dried on my legs, and dreamed over and over about running into you again soon….

Submissive Phone Sex with Blair: Your Mommy, Your Whore

My son told me to put on a slutty little outfit and be ready in 30 minutes. He was picking me up and taking me to one of his job sites. When we arrived there were about 15 laborers waiting for us. He pushed me into the middle of them and said, “Here is your holiday bonus.” I don’t think any spoke English, but they didn’t have too. I knew why I was there. To take care of them. Their cocks were out and I started sucking them, getting as many in my mouth as I could. As I was down on my knees being a dirty little whore, I could feel cum splattering on my ass and back. Even felt fingers exploring my cunt and ass. I looked over and my son was filming his mommy getting gang banged by a bunch of illegal workers. I felt like a dirty whore.

I was covered in cum when the cocks started fucking me. My ass, my cunt, my mouth… nothing was off limits. Every hole I have was double stuffed and filled with cum. I was shoved down in the dirt being violated by dirty day laborers who didn’t even speak English. My son pimped me out as a holiday bonus to them. Said pussy was better to them than money any day. Added that I was a stupid bitch here to serve him so I best not complain.

The things he makes me do sometimes are so humiliating, so degrading. But you know what? I love it. I know I am a submissive whore. I do better being under the control of a strong dominant man. Mommy Blair is here for whatever perverted, sick, twisted fantasies you have. I never say no.

From Cigarettes to Cock

Today is the Great American Smokeout. It is a day that is designed to encourage people to quit smoking. I have been a smoker for decades. I have developed quite an addiction for cigarettes. I love smoking. As a submissive whore, many a master has not approved of my addiction and used me as a human ashtray in an attempt to break me, show dominance and hopefully create an aversion to smoking for me. But, as a pain slut, the feel of a cigarette being put out on my tongue, ass, tits, even clit, just made me want to smoke more. So, it has been increasingly harder to quit.

On the American Cancer Society’s web page they have tips for quitting. They even have characters for the type of quitter you want to be. Well, I know there is no way in hell I can be a cold turkey. I’m not that strong.  I decided I could be  “The Substitute.” This is someone who uses distraction and substitutions to help bust cravings. The ACS suggests creating new habits to curb one’s desire to smoke. For substitutes to smoking they suggest carrots, celery, candy, gum… Really? Like that is gonna work for a hard core smoker like me.

I decided my substitute would be cock. I was gonna swallow shafts to curb my addiction. If I was a pack a day smoker that means I need 12 cocks a day to suck to help me stop smoking. Luckily I love cum. I have sucked 6 cocks today so far. I picked up one at the coffee house; another at the gas station; one at the mall; and I hit the jackpot at the liquor store with a group of frat boys who wanted nothing more than to have their rods sucked by a hot MILF type. It is amazing how many guys are willing to help a gal out. All I have to say is, “I’m trying to stop smoking and I need something more healthy to put in my mouth, can you help me?” Guys just start pulling their cocks out to assist. So many guys want to help me stop smoking. Warms my heart, and my mouth!!

Turns out I love cum. Cum taste just as good if not better than nicotine. I think I can stop smoking if guys keep offering to help me. Would you help me? I am a very oral woman, obviously! I will shallow your shaft and your load. I have nice big tits to assist in milking that load out of you too. If I have a dozen cocks at least a day, I will be able to break my nasty smoking habit. Fill my belly up with cum and help stop my cravings. Instead of a human ashtray, I want to be a cum dump whore.

I want you to hurt me

You’ve made me pay for lying and sneaking around like a dirty whore. I’ll admit that I’ve grown to like the attention, but because I’m your property I try to behave. Every punishment you give me I know I deserve. When you locked me away in that awful cage for two nights I had to eat my dinner from a dog bowl. You even invited some of our friends over to watch my humiliation.
All the canning has left my ass covered with painful welts and bruises. Yesterday morning you made me wear a skirt short enough that everyone could see the bruises on my thighs in public. So many people were staring, some were even laughing. The truth is, maybe I break rules because I like the attention and I love when you punish me. Would that be so bad? I want to be your good girl and I want to be your willing slave too. You know I’ll be anything, also do anything that you want. Recently I discovered that I like being a bad girl too.


Whenever I break a rule it’s exciting now. All I think about when I misbehave is how you’ll punish me. Lately I’ve been very difficult and bratty, it must be driving you crazy. Before I was always so eager to do whatever you demanded without hestitation. Sometimes I forget to address you as Sir or Master on purpose just so you’ll cane me. I hope it’s not too obvious. It’s just such a rush to see you angry and powerful. Nothing else makes my pussy so wet or makes my whole body tremble and you barely have to touch me.
Maybe this is what you had planned all along, maybe you wanted me to become this much of a pain slut. Soon I’ll probably be begging for beatings or for more degrading humiliations. It already feels like an addiction which makes me somewhat ashamed. I feel like some sort of twisted pervert. I’ve been thinking of you hurting me when I sneak away at night to play with myself. While I rub my swollen clit I picture you choking me, whipping me, and even cutting me. There are so many ways that I want you to hurt me that I’m starting to think I might be insane. I really can’t help it, I just want so much more. I only hope I don’t have to push you too far to get it.

Lacey goes above and beyond the call

I’m an all out kind of girl. I love to party, and I am a super slut. I want to be your cum dumpster balls to the wall bitch. Anything goes with me, Sometimes that can get a bit on the boring side, so I have to come up with new ways to have fun. I can indulge you deepest fetishes. My last special friend wanted to play his role as a super one night stand. He wanted to met in a bathroom. It was dirty scary place, but I was up for the challenge. He found a stall with a hole cut into it. He didn’t want me to look at him while she skull fucked the hell out of me.
     I had him put his long hard cock through the hole in the stall, as I put every inch of his huge dick in my mouth. I held my head there as he skull fucked my face, till he came so hard, I thought he was going to fill my stomach to the rim. It was the most fun I have had yet.
I love to be used in every way that your mind can imagine. I will play every game that your girlfriend, wife, or anyone else wont play with you. I want to taste every drop of cum you can give me. I am up for any challenge that you can even think up, because I love cock, it doesn’t matter if its in me, on me, or in any one of my sweet little fuck holes.
     I just want you to fuck me, lick me, cum in my face, or if  you want me to suck you, fuck you, or ride your face. I just want to be your cum slut. I will do it all. I am into everything, and I am just waiting for you to give it to me, however you want too. My pussy is wet just waiting for you to tell my what you want me to do for you. I am waiting to play with you, whenever you get ready for the time of your life. I will be here just for you.

My Naughty Crush

I don’t give a crap about politics. But when I see “Ready for Hillary” signs, all I can think of is hell yes I am ready for a strong dominant bitch to own me. She may not be conventionally pretty, but I find her hot. Smart, sassy, educated and a ball buster. She can be my Mistress anytime. I have this fantasy about her that gets my cunt super wet.  I picture Hillary wearing a strap-on and taking total control over me. You know she made Bill her bitch.  I’m not a lesbian, but Hillary is pretty manly and I have no doubt she would be a stern master. I want to be her slave. Wear a dog collar that says “Hillary’s Pet” and everything.  I want to be down on all fours worshiping her ass. Licking it, giving her a rim job, fingering her cunt until she cums all over my face. I want her to face sit on me for hours, smothering me with her wet hairy snatch. And once she creams on me again, she throws me over her knees, spanks me until my ass is bright red. But the best part, the hottest part of my fantasy is when she bends me over and fucks my ass so hard with her strap on I am screaming for mercy.

I love a strong dominate bitch. I am submissive  to both genders. My son will always be my primary Master. But,  am I ready for Hillary? You bet. I am ready for her to fuck my ass and make me her bitch. I’m ready for you too.