Category: Submissive Phone Sex

Master Knows Breast

When I was just a wee girl, I would sit on the couch with my parents and watch classic TV shows like “Father Knows Best.” It was such a wholesome family show. My mom was clueless about what my daddy would do to me after he tucked me into bed. He always slithered back into my room after she was asleep and said it was time to play a little game; a special game just between him and me. His game was called “Father Knows Breast.” He would suck on my titties. They were smaller then, but he loved to play with them.  He did all sorts of things to my breasts at night. He would tie them up; put nipple clamps on them; pour hot wax over them; put his cigarette out on my nipples; bite them; cover them in melted chocolate for a special midnight snack; spank them; squeeze them… There was nothing off limits in his game of Father Knows Breast. My breasts were his to do with as he saw fit.

His favorite thing to do of course was to fuck them. He would climb on top of me at night, push them together, and put his big daddy dick in between them until he shot a load of thick jizz all over them.  He would call me a dirty whore and a cock tease, then sneak back into bed with mommy. My boobs, my body belonged to daddy. They still do. He was my first master. Now, I have way bigger boobs and I love them to be mutilated and tortured in a game I call Master Knows Breast. Would you like to play?

I Need a Master

I had a date with a really nice guy last night. Sadly, he wanted to worship me. Saw me as his Goddess.  Spent hundreds of dollars on a nice meal and drinks, then a play. I got all prettied up. Even looked classy for once. But I was bored. Idle chit chat about work, sports, movies, families makes me wanna scream. I know I should be married with some brats like my friends. But I just don’t do traditional relationships. I am not the soccer mom type.

I want a man who will make me his bitch. Own me. Put me in my place and not on a pedestal. As my date was fucking my cunt last night, I felt myself laying there counting the moments until it was over. See I don’t want to be made loved to. I want to be forced, taken, used… I want my pussy to feel pain not pleasure. Hurt my worthless cunt. You can pierce it, stab it, slice it, shove anything you want into it, burn it, use it, spit on it, kick it, fist it, sew it shut… I don’t deserve my pretty pussy. I don’t deserve love.

I am a subby bitch whore, not a goddess. Trust me, I know my place. Will you be my Master?

My throat was fucked deep and hard in Mistress Lita’s dungeon.

Never had so much fun in my life, it was a total surprise. William brought a cute girl over for us to play with, her name was Mistress Lita. She is a professional dominatrix and she even works at a dungeon! I listened to her work stories all day while William was at work and also did whatever she said. I washed the dishes and did all my other daily chores, just as William had instructed. I also wore my cuffs, collar, boots, and my new tight black latex skirt all day for him. Mistress ended up putting these adorable nipple clamps on my little puffy pink nipples too. They were so adorable and had tiny bells on them so she could hear me working when she left the room. I loved how they made my nipples so hard and sensitive, just waiting for William to get home so they could be played with. I didn’t rush my chores though. I made sure everything was perfect like a good girl as I always did, but once I was finished Mistress informed me of another surprise…

We weren’t waiting for Will to get home, we were going to meet him at her dungeon! Before I had time to really express my excitement, she hooked my leash into my collar and lead me to her car. I didn’t have the option of covering myself up! I felt anxious and exposed during the car ride, but my pussy was still wet anticipating the fun I was about to have. My kind Mistress even gave me permission to rub my slippery pink clit a little during our ride.

When we arrived, Mistress Lita removed the nipple clamps and walked me inside where Will had been waiting for us. I crawled slowly toward him with Mistress still holding my leash until I was at his feet. Then, my leash was unhooked as I begged for instructions from William, my Master. Even after all that begging he didn’t say a thing because Mistress already knew what he wanted.
He stood up as she opened my mouth wide and brought my mouth to his flaccid dick. She demanded that I make it stiff for her, so I kissed and licked his pole up and down. I felt it grow against my lips until his cock was hard and ready. He told me how well I had done as Mistress pushed my head firmly down on him until I gagged. She held me in place while he fucked my throat. It was my reward for a job well done. I hardly gagged at all anymore as he pushed his sexy thick prick deeper and harder into my throat. It actually felt good and it felt even better when he tugged on my pony tail. It made me cum without even having my excited little pussy touched. It was so unexpected that I didn’t have time to ask for permission first! Me breaking a rule didn’t prevent my Master from shooting his delicious cum down my throat. Ever drop was swallowed as I savored my yummy treat, knowing a punishment awaited me for breaking a rule. Not just any little rule either, this was a big one.


Mistress pulled me my pony tail to her pillory. She secured the locks, leaving me powerless as she gave me 20 painful slaps on each cheek with her riding crop. After taking my beating like an obedient slave, I thanked my Mistress. Will gave my sore ass a few gentle kisses before he released me from the pillory to take me home.
My poor adorable bubble butt was so swollen and bruised that sitting was difficult for days. I was lucky to have will to spoil it with soft kisses while it healed. When I’m a well behaved slave he treats me like a princess, but I’m happy that his needs come first.

BDSM Halloween Party

I thought I was going  to a Halloween Party. I dress up as a sexy futuristic girl in latex. When I arrived, I discovered it was indeed a party, but not the kind I was anticipating. It was a BDSM party. It appeared that the men at the party had all brought a member of their family. I was with my son as were a few other women, but some brought their sisters, a couple even brought their daughters. I was a bit hesitant as I did not know these men. They were not friends of my son’s. This was an underground club. Who knew what to expect.

My son offered me up first. I was scared, but then two guys grabbed me and threw me down on the ground. They hogtied me and put a ball gag in my mouth. They then took another woman and put her in a straight jacket type thing and strung her up above me. I was forced to watch as they tortured her ass with this huge crystal rod. It was several feet long and very thick. As they shoved it up her ass like a cattle prod she was flailing about above me. She was in extreme pain. I could see the tears in her eyes. I looked around and all the other men, including my sick son, were jacking off enjoying the show. More women, some younger, some older got the same treatment.

I wondered what my fate would be. After they were  done with the other women, they turned their focus to me. It seemed like I was their favorite Halloween treat.  They took the ropes off me, but restrained my arms behind my back.  They forced me down in such a manner that my ass was in the air exposed. I felt that crystal rod penetrate my ass. It was the biggest, largest thing I had ever felt ravage my backdoor. The other women had it easy. I got fucked by it for over an hour. My ass was gaping open so much, a head could have been inserted inside me. The other men where shooting loads of cum in my gaping ass like they were at a target range.

They had just begun their fun. Every guy at that party gut to double penetrate me with that rod and their cock. My son was the rod master, fucking me deep with that thing, while the others took my cunt. Man after man came in my pussy, while I got anally ravaged by the crystal rod  for a few more hours. I could see the fear in the other women’s eyes as I was being gang banged and anally tortured. Turns out that was the reason for this little Halloween Party. For other women to see what can happen to them when they get insolent or disobedient with their masters. I was the party favor. I got the worst treatment because I was the example. Turns out my son a put an ad on the Internet for  a bitch training. Once again he made money off my ass. I should just feel grateful I got the treat of all those cum filled cocks. I know my place. It is to service men however they desire.

Cum only diet, for one whole day

I was told to eat nothing but his cum for the day, and I did exactly as I was told. Taking his sexy cock into my mouth whenever he wanted it, begging for his cum like a good girl. If he started to fuck my dripping wet pussy he would pull it out leaving just enough time to fill my mouth before I happily swallowed it.
He tied me up eventually that day and to my surprise he was sweet enough to tie my vibrator tight against my tiny clit. Sometimes, he would he pull on the rope while he was pushing his massive cock deeper inside me causing the vibration to become more close and intense. I would try to stay as still as possible, but I couldn’t stop my body from writhing agaisnt the vibrator and his stiff throbbing cock. I had been such a good little slut for him that I earned the right to cum. I could feel it running down my leg, forming a puddle on the floor.


When he was ready to play again, I felt his hard dick press against my ass. I pleaded for him to fuck my pretty pink asshole as he started rub it’s tip around my tight little hole. He teased me awhile longer before slowly pushing his cock inside. Gently, pushing it in deeper and deeper as each second passed until it was all the way inside. He tugged on the rope, pulling me into him as he fucked me faster, harder, and deeper. I couldn’t help but wiggle against his cock. Not just because I could feel his cock pulsating deep inside my ass, but because he also left the vibrator on.


He put the vibrator on it’s highest speed as he pulled his cock quickly from my ass. I opened my mouth wide to except his cum eagerly. I didn’t miss a drop, he was so pleased. That made the fourth time I swallowed a mouthful of his yummy cum that day, it certainly wasn’t the last time that day either. I didn’t go to bed hungry he made sure I was nice and full by bed time.

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.