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I Could Use Some Good Spanking Phone Sex

Sometimes, there is nothing a naughty girl like me needs more than some good spanking phone sex! I’ve been such a brat, such a naughty girl, that I definitely deserve a fierce spanking. I need you to put me over your knee and give my ass a firm *SLAP!* I want to hear that sound crack, I want to feel my ass sting for hours, I want it to hurt to sit down. And I don’t want you to stop with one spank, no, I want you to keep spanking my ass until it’s red as a sunburn, until it’s almost bruised, until your hand hurts too much to hit it anymore. Then I want you turning me around so my other asscheek is exposed and slapping it!

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And then I want you to start spanking my naughty little cunt. That’s right, slap those wet and ready lips. They may splatter some cum on you, so be ready, but I want to feel you spank my pussy. Hit my clit, spank my snatch, pound my puss. Leave me red and raw.

And only once I’ve been thoroughly disciplined, if you deem me so, do I want you to fuck me, fuck me where I’m so red and raw and sore so I cry out in pain, squealing and pulling away, trying to avoid any more hurt. But it’s all because I’ve been such a bratty, naughty girl, and it’s no more than I deserve, is it?

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      BDSM Phone sex made you the master of my pussy.  You loved when I called you bad and you could put your hands all over my hair and call me a little cum bitch. You would spit on my clit and get it so wet that I just shivered under you. You raised my legs above your head and rammed your 9 inch in my deepest hole and most of the time when you came it would keep going! I loved being your dirty little slut and you loved being my master. I was your controlled sub that liked being told what to do. You would grab me by my hair and pull me into your dungeon never letting up on what you wanted to do to me.

     If I tasted your balls you would tell me to massage them until the milk shot on my tits and face! When my uncle came to play I knew it would be the most painful! You would take the rope and put it around my nipples and pull them so hard they would bleed. I would do anything to please master. I was always sure to be quiet, as you took the metal rod and shoved it up my ass!  You liked it when I hollered and moaned your name! I was ready for everything you could dish out! If my master wanted to ram shit in my fucking throat I would open my little slut mouth to take it! Why because you are my master and I know your pleasure is my gain!

       You liked to slap my face and treat me like a little nigger cum whore. When we played I would always find myself in the best position that you taught me about. You liked me to arch my back standing with my feet apart and wait for you to come in. I was your sub and would wait for your command! If you wanted to piss on my eyes and throw my head back to give me a golden shower, then I would obey. Master, is it time for play time? I promise I have been a good little whore and deserve to play!

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I’ve been tied up with a lot of things, but my favorite is rope. It gives my Owner more control, that’s why I like it most. You can tighten it, loosen it, and pull on it. There are limitless possibilities! Feeling it between my legs is the best part. It reminds me of the power you have and of how weak I really am. All it takes is your hands between my legs, tying me up to make me feel so helpless. In that vulnerable position there’s nothing I won’t do for you, not that I really have a choice either way.

Don’t worry. That is exactly what I want. I want to be a good little whore for my Master. My only purpose in life is to serve. Leave me tied up for days, I don’t care. Use me in whatever way pleases you. That’s all I need. I’ve been a very bad girl and you know it. This is exactly the punishment I deserve, but I was asking for so much worse. What I’ve need my whole entire life is a big, strong man like you to keep me in line. Sometimes I just forget or I decide to rebel, but that is just so foolish.

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Whenever I rebel Master canes my ass until it’s swollen and red while he leaves me tied up. I love the rope, but I’m terrified of the cane. Seeing it will instantly make me behave, but by then it’s too late. I can whine and apologize all I want, nothing will spare from that fate. Sometimes all it takes is threatening to get it to make me cry and scream. There have been times when Master pretended that if I followed a simple order he wouldn’t hurt me, but he did anyway. Is it awful that I sort of liked that?

Your Collared Slave

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What I’ve been looking for is a Master who can make me his collared slave. Men make me feel so powerless and weak, but somehow I still often forget that my place is serving them. There have been so many times where I catch myself playing the same old games I used to play. I’ll be out the bar or at the club wearing one of my slutty outfits trying to get attention and free drinks. How pathetic. I need to be reminded of what that sort of trashy behavior is asking for.

I long to hear the click of a slave collar on my neck. That would really make it harder for a little whore like me to keep making the same mistakes. If I start to forget that it’s there all I would need to do is look in the mirror or reach for my throat to be reminded. Is it bad that I’ll do anything for the right man? What am I saying? I’ll pretty much do anything for any man either way. That’s why I need a Master.

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Other guys just want to fuck, they aren’t looking for a slave. Once they’ve had me, they’re gone and very rarely do they ever degrade me the way that I want. Even if I ask for it, they assume I don’t mean it. I get so frustrated! Can’t they see that I deserve it?

Sometimes I let them fuck me in the filthiest places. Dark alleys, bathrooms,  and the back seat of taxis etc.,etc. It makes me feel so dirty that my cunt gets soaking wet just thinking about that. I should be disgusted with myself and I am, but I want to be broken and I want to serve. Is that too much to ask for? It seems like it these days. I thought every guy wanted a good obedient little fuck toy, maybe I was wrong.

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Submissive Phone Sex Fuck Toy

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Don’t treat me like I’m fragile, that won’t get my pussy soaking wet. Being rough and mean will. Throw me around the room, toss me around like a rag doll. Don’t worry about my feelings. Even if I didn’t love it, my feelings don’t matter. I’m your submissive fuck toy for you to use in whatever ways you want to. My opinions don’t matter and the word no isn’t a part of my vocabulary.

I’m looking for a Master who will force me to my knees. One that will demand I worship his cock and keep me in my place. Very few men understand how badly I want to be broken. When they see me they see a little girl or they think I’m confused, but  this is really what I want. What’s so hard to believe about wanting to be used? It’s hard to find a Master that will take it as far as I know I can go because of this, but I know he’s out there.

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Lately, all I think about is being helpless and tied up. Maybe that’s weird, it’s just something I can’t change. I guess a lot of people don’t day dream about being someone’s slave. Thinking about it just turns me on so much. I crave to be degraded and humiliated every hour of every day now. I hate it when guys go easy on me or they feel sorry for me. Don’t. Most of my life I’ve been a filthy little whore so this is me finally getting what I deserve. Before I got away with so much, but I don’t want to anymore. It’s time for me to pay for the things I’ve done in the past. I want to now more than ever. All I need is to find the right Master to punish me.

Dominatrix Phone Sex with the Mistress

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     Dominatrix phone sex with the mistress herself means I am taking the time to train to you. Be grateful slave, and listen to my command ! Bow down to Mistress Dana and let her be your guide to the torment of pleasure. Why do I say torment where it is just equally fun to say that I am here to fuck the shit out of you and give you so much god damn pussy that you will forever be my slave! Well first things first is to brand that nut sack and make sure that it secures my initals. Now that you are mine you need to lick my feet every time I want it! I love to fucking think about all the nasty shit I am going to control ! You cumming for one you don’t come in the House of Dana unless I tell you too. That doesn’t mean that I am not going to make it hard for you by sucking and fucking on that cock! You had better bite your lips to control the cum or else there will be other consequences!

     Now the first rule of thumb is that when I call for you the way you answer had better be “Yes Mistress Dana I am ready to fuck!” Now when that is done the next level of business is for me to piss in your mouth! I love pissing on you! Now that you are officially introduced to some of the things I want to do to you the next order of business is to make sure that you slave, understand you are my property whatever I want to do to you I will do and you had better agree! Now if there are any other terms and conditions you need to sort out you had better call quickly! Because when you enter the house of Dana there is no looking back ever!

Your Blackmail Slave

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All of the dirty, bad things I’ve been doing behind everyone’s backs will be exposed if I don’t do exactly what you tell me to. You’ll tell every single person I know what a nasty whore I’ve been and make all my secrets known the second I misbehave. No whining or begging will stop you so I know that I have to be good. It would kill Daddy and Mommy if they saw me getting gang banged. Maybe if I knew I was being recorded I wouldn’t have been so naughty, but that’s probably not true. Even if I suspected that you were sneaking around watching and recording my every move that wouldn’t stop me, I was having too much fun.

For months you kept a record of my every move. You know about every dick I’ve choked on and every load of cum I swallowed. In those months I let more than 50 men use and abuse me however they want, you know all about that too. What I was doing with those other guys wasn’t enough for you. The way they degraded and humiliated me didn’t even come close to what you think I deserve. I allowed them to use me so I had too much control. You wanted to take that control completely away from me and you were successful, but you aren’t finished with me yet. Destroying is probably what it will take to make you happy. Seeing me and my sad little life ruined forever would probably make you cum.

After I was an obedient fuck toy you still exposed me. Your cock was still throbbing deep inside my ass when I found out. Then, you pulled your prick out and stuffed it down my throat. I was choking on your cock with your phone shoved in my face because you wanted to show me your sent box. What I saw brought tears to my eyes while all you did was laugh. At the time I didn’t understand how you could do something like that, but now I get it. My friends and family have all disowned me because of what they’ve learned about me recently and I know that I was asking for it. I would have continued to behave that way forever if you didn’t come along to punish me. It was just too little, too late. Everything you said was right. If I didn’t have you controlling me I would just go back to my old, whorish ways. That’s why girls like me need to be owned and need to be constantly reminded of our place.

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Taboo Adult Phone Sex BDSM BBC Adventures

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I ran across a word on a site I was not really familiar with the other day. The site advertised “Taboo adult phone sex”. I was not really sure what that was so of course I went to the one person that would know lots about, well anything, Daddy. I went into the living room where he was sitting on him recliner and sat on his lap. I asked him what the word “Taboo” meant, he paused for a moment and told me that we were what a lot of people considered taboo. I was not sure what he meant about that and gave him a confused look. He said taboo was a social or religious custom prohibiting or forbidding discussion of a particular practice or forbidding association with a particular person, place, or thing. He explained because Daddy loves his little creature and gives her all his happiness. He said there was other kind of taboos. I told him I wanted to know more! We researched local adult phone sex so that Daddy could find something in our area. Daddy found something that he thought would work and called that person.
Daddy said that he had a surprise for me a few days later and called me into his room. He tied my arms to the back of the bed rail and blindfolded my eyes. He said that we would do a few taboo things today. He said one of the taboos would be some mild BDSM. I was than whipped with something rough and thick across the thighs. I whimpered and jumped; it scared me and stung so bad. I was hit a few more times and cried out for Daddy. I was answered with an unfamiliar voice who demanded I shut my whore mouth, and refer to him only as master. I whimpered to him, “Yes, Master.” He grabbed me by my hair jerking my head back and I could feel his breath against my face. My eyes were still blind folded so that I could not see him. Suddenly I felt something hard and warm against the side of my cheek. I was large and wide, and I could tell it was a cock. I knew from the structure of it that it was not my Daddy’s cock and that frightened me a little.

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He grabbed me roughly with one hand around my throat and ordered me to open my mouth. I whimpered as I held it open, my tongue stuck out. It entered my face hole, the precum slipped across my tongue, not as salty as Daddy’s. I began to gag as he rammed his massiveness into the back of my throat. I gagged as I felt like my stomach was coming up to the top of my throat. He gave me an evil laugh and ordered me to throw up all over his dick. He held my face on it; it entered into the back of y throat and held there until my stomach emptied his contents all over him. He told I was a good little T-Bitch and pulled off my blindfold. My arms stayed tied above my head as I took in his vastness. He was tall, black and massive. His big black cock hung like a horse against his leg. My breakfast drained down him nut sac and legs. He untied my arms from the bed keeping the together and flipped me over, pulling my ass towards him. I cried that I wanted my Daddy, and fear the amount of an meat that was going to rammed into my asshole.
I hollered for him to stop, as shoved his hard dick into little rosebud. I held my tied arms out and gripped onto the sheet set. I screamed into the mattress. He was so big, and it hurt as he ripped me open. He grunted with like a Neanderthal as he plowed into me humiliating me about how I loved to take his cock and how my little p cock hung like a sad little waste against my leg. Suddenly he stopped and I felt a gentle touch against my ass. It was daddy. He rolled me over and began to slowly work into my ass, I moaned. He trusted into me releasing his cum inside me. I could see the blood draining from my leg. He looked at me and leaned forward kissing my forehead. He asked me if I understood a few more taboos. I told him I did, and I think I liked them.

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Online Match to Cum For

Bondage Phone Sex slave octoberSo I recently joined a few of those online match maker sites, just to see what all of the fuss was about. I would have to say in my opinion they are dull as fuck. Just a bunch of cock suckers thinking they are something in a world full of no ones. That is where I met Him though, DOMdude6969. He caught my eyes instantly his presence was so strong even through a computer screen. Immediately I wanted him to put me in my place. I thirst for his cock and I had never even seen it. Our e-mail correspondence back and forth was always enticing. I wanted to meet him so bad, I told him of the bad things I had done, how I needed to be put in line. He was so suave and cool about the situation. I was nothing to him, and I knew it. I just wanted to be something.
I messaged him and said I wanted to meet outside of the internet. It showed he was from the same place I was so I was super eager and knew he could meet me. He replied back with a ‘No thank you little girl, you are a waste of time.’ I was hurt. I knew what to do to get his attention. I posted my status ‘DOMdude6969 is a wash up. Anyone wanna pound my tight pussy?’ I waited and watched for a reply from him hoping I struck a nerve with him. I got tons of messages full of all kinds of kinks and perversions. Nothing from him however, nothing from the one I wanted to hear from.
I gave up, my belly was growling and I needed something to eat. I posted ‘Going to grab me some munchies at Five Guy…yummy!’ and then got dressed and ready to get some yummy food. I decided to take advantage of the beautiful spring weather and walk since it was only a mile or so from where I lived. The sun was already going down; I did not realize how late it had gotten.  I went to turn on the street the ally was super dark. A vehicle pulled behind me, the headlights were so bright. I stopped to let them pass when they stopped also. I was confused to if this was a friend of mine or some random.
“Come here.”
“Excuse me?”
I questioned the voice or more or less the broad figure that now stood by the vehicle. I was intrigued to say the least. Who was this figure and how does he know me?
“I said get your little whore self over here right the fuck now skank!”
My heart sank and the muscles in my back tightened at the commanding voice. I walked towards him with speed.
“On your knees twat.”
I plopped down onto them hard. The gravel stung as it dug into my knees. Little droplets of tears built up in the wells of my eyes.
“Look at me little cum bucket; I want to see your face.”
With my knees dug into the gravel I looked up at him, still slightly averting my eyes from locking on his. My back was upright and my shoulder straight. I recognized him instantly, he was DOMdude6969. As soon as I realized who he was this mysterious voice who could dominate me my puss began to pulse for him. My heart raced like a humming bird and a tear ran down the side of my cheek.Submissive Phone Sex slut October
“Good, cry you little bitch. You are in for it now.”
Swiftly he stuck a bag over my head and lifted me with force to my knees. He forced me into his vehicle. I could not see what it was when the headlights shone me in the eyes but with the heave ho he had to use I knew it was some sort of truck or SUV. Not knowing made me anxious. ‘Was I being kidnapped? Would I come home injured? Would I make it home at all?’ The drive took forever. I couldn’t keep track of the turns or curves but man did I try. We stopped and my heart began to beat so fast I could feel it in my ears. My mind was running wild as he opened the car door and  yanked my arm with force and no words. I stumbled into the house and was drug down stairs. I could feel a smooth concrete beneath my tennis shoes. I was shoved back to my knees; still no words had been exchanged between the two of us. He hoisted me up tying my wrists tight and my ankles were tied to a spreader bar. I could feel it holding them tightly apart I was unable to see and now unable to move. I could hear his footsteps get further away from me.
“Hello? Domdude?”
I called out for a voice. The silence pierced through my ear drums allowing my mind to race again with thoughts that would be done to me. I could hardly take it. It felt like hours. I longed for a voice to answer and I really did not care what voice. Finally, someone stood in front of me. I never heard him walk towards me but I could smell his scent. I sniffed through the bag trying to pull more of him through my nostrils. That was when he removed the bag from my head.
“So I am a wash up, skank?”
He slapped hard in between my legs causing my pussy to throb for more. I whimpered out. He ripped the front of my white t shirt exposing my breast. He took my nipples into his fingers and pinched them roughly, I whimpered out. He continued to pinch and punch and slap me. Every hit stung and every single one I enjoyed. My cunny drooled for the taste of his cock; I whimpered and moaned. He untied my wrist from the vice that was holding them when he ordered me to kiss his feet.
“Yes Sir.”
I appreciated him letting me taste his feet on my worthless lips. He finished cutting off my clothing, and even removed my knee highs and shoes. He shoved me back and walked away. Coming back with rope he bound my legs asked if I wanted to taste his dick.
“Please Sir, I want to taste your dick.”
I begged him to let me taste it. I wanted him to fill my mouth with his greatness and I wanted to taste his pre-cum. He told me how I was not worthy how I did not deserve to taste his dick yet. I had not earned it. He wrapped his giant hand around my throat and got close to my face telling me how big of a useless whore I was before shoving me back onto the concrete. Walking away he came back with a large rod with something on the end. It made a humming noise. When he thrust it at me I squealed like a little piggy. The appendage at the end was a dildo that went straight into my pussy. Accompanying it was a vibrating want the satisfied my clitty. My legs shook and arched my neck.
“You better not cum you little slut bag whore. You better not cum till I give you permission.”
“Ye Ye Yes Sir.”
I groaned out to him my voice echoing in his dungeon of a basement. My bottom lip was quivering it was so hard to hold back. I fought against my leg spreader it was cutting into my ankles. It felt so good, I couldn’t hold it any longer when he grabbed me by my hair and shoved me onto his throbbing member. I gagged as he forced me onto it. He held the back of my head and fucked my face hole with force; I struggled to breath in between pounds. He let me off of his cock and I gasped for air to fill my lungs.
“You think you deserve to breath your face is just for fucking. You are my fuck face.”
“Yes Sir”
I whimpered and he paced as he placed a spider gag into my mouth holding it wide. He branded it his fuck hole and used it however he wanted. My eyes were full of tears, and wet streams ran down my cheeks. He leaned me over and fucked my face more. When he was done he filled my belly with his little swimming sperm. It tasted fantastic. He removed the gag from my mouth and told me that even though I was allowed to taste his sweet release I was still a useless whore. The only difference was I was his whore. I was to refer to him as Master.
He brought me up to his garden on the roof and tied me to the bench. My naked pussy was there for anyone to see and glance at. My fuck hole was wide open for him.  He placed a gentle kiss onto my forehead. I trusted him, he was my Master and I was his subby. He drove my mind wild. I had no idea if this was a onetime thing or should I expect to do this more often. 20 minutes later he untied me and I thanked him. I put on my clothes and he drove me home.  That night I dreamed of him and the way he was willing to let me feel his pain. I hope I run into more Dominating men like him, or maybe he would let me be his little subby slut again.
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Submissive Phone Sex Control

     The senator had arrived! I was in position on the floor where he wanted me to be. I was going to have to beg his forgiveness again because that is what he usually liked. He wanted me to crawl to him like the little good Nigger whore I was ,and wash his feet and lick his toes. Then he would have me kiss his knees and work my way up to his balls and lick them in my mouth. He would use the 8 ball from the pool table and turn my ass around and insert it there. He would tickle me and I had better not drop that 8 ball or he would put the enema inside and then have me roll around it. Because I was his good little slut today I know we would have a nice game to play. But I didn’t feel nice today I wanted to be naughty and disobey master. I looked at him in the eye to start the game off and at first he didn’t notice but then he smiled and said.”You fucking bitch! Son of a Nigger Whore you come here !.” Crawling down on all floors I did what I was told but I was taking too long. Master did not like for me to take my time when he told me to obey his orders. I was trying not to look at him but I wanted to play roughly and I knew that I was just going to have to be taught a lesson.

     Grabbing me by my hair, we entered the board room where the fun would begin. Putting the tape along my delicate asshole where the 8ball had been placed ,I looked as my eyes narrowed to what lay ahead. Locking me in place to our electric chair of fun, he said ,”now my dear let the control begin and if you shit on that ball the punishment will be worse”. How could I not shit he had fed me so many laxatives  that eventually  they were going  to work! Tickling me with a feather, he began and the jolts of electricity just kept coming.  I felt my bowels going to release but I could not let go! I would not let go! But let go I did and the shit came out with the 8 ball. “Stick it in your mouth like a good little slut ,”he said. I obeyed as he put the clamps against my clit and the electric volt went through me once again. The floor opened and the caged was revealed. Peering into the cage, I couldn’t believe who it was! My eyes widened  as I saw my uncle narrowing his eyes at me and smilling! Grabbing his cock , in his hand and massaging the tip I looked up at my master before I was lowered further into the cage. Willing back the tears I closed my eyes and began to accept my fate. I would obey.  As the ceiling closed, I spread my legs wider for my uncle and waited for instruction  from my master.  Feeling the first thrust in my ass hole I closed my eyes and let the tears flow quietly as I was trained to do!