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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.

Fetish Phone Sex with Slutty Jillian

Something I haven’t shared with anyone just yet: I am NOT fond of veggies. Corn and green beans I can handle. But carrots, salads, peas, all that other muck? Buddy, toss that out of my house, I don’t wanna see that mess!

The other night, though, I had a call from a real foodie. He wanted to cook for me, and I was happy to let him. Until he told me he was making a vegetarian meatloaf with potatoes and a side of steamed squash. I was ready to bolt, but he caught up with me. He lifted me up and carried me, kicking and squealing, back to my chair at the table. He tied me down to my chair, sat next to me, and began to try to spoon-feed me! I fought, of course, until he got up, wrapped his free arm around me to pry my mouth open, then forced the food into my mouth. Once he let me go, I spit it back out onto the floor. He chuckled, which threw me, then walked over, scooped it up, and forced it BACK into my mouth!! He actually worked my jaws FOR ME until he massaged the food down my throat. By that point, I was sick to my stomach from it, and I threw it right back up.Fetish phone sex

Again, that chuckle came, and I just knew what was about to happen. He scooped it BACK up and RE-FED IT TO ME! After a few more sessions like that, I finally managed to keep a bite down. He patted me on the head, kissed my cheek, and massaged one of my breasts. He kept spoon-feeding me, rewarding me with caresses, massages, and the occasional fingering. By the time I finished my dinner, I was too horny to remember that I should have been sick to my stomach. When he finished feeding me, he cleared the table, leaving me tied to the chair the entire time. Then, he came back, untied me, and lifted me from the chair to carry me to the bathroom. He brushed my teeth FOR ME, then carried me to the bedroom. Once in the bedroom, he put me on the bed, walked over to a bag I hadn’t noticed he’d brought, and pulled out a cloth. He put me in a DAMN DIAPER!! Then again, he kept the rest of me bare, massaging baby oil into every inch of my bare skin. He told me what a good girl I’d been, and then he fucked my body in so many ways and positions, I swear it had to be unholy. After all was said and done, I didn’t think I would mind wearing a diaper for him, if he fucked me that well every time.Humiliation phone sex

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.

BDSM Phone Sex: Sharing the Slave

BDSM Phone SexMaster has learned that he loves to share.

He loves to make me scream, cry, and cum for him. Pleasure him in a way that only someone who can give all of themselves can…

But he takes a pride in watching another man hurt me and use me.

I take pleasure in it all.

Cut me, burn me, hit me, fuck me until I bleed… Just remember to let me cum or I’ll go crazy.

I’m thankful that those I work with have made it so easy to abuse and use me.

They have some amazing specials that let those who want to hurt me do it even longer…

What do you say? Would you like to twist my nipples? Bite me so hard I bleed? Fuck me up the ass without lube?

Hell, you could even piss in my mouth and make me drink it. Shit on me and make me rub it into my skin or lick it off my fingers.

I’m a well trained slave and watching me be used well is my Master’s favorite thing.

Just hurt me, please, that’s all I want is for you to take pleasure from my cries.

Do I have to beg harder? Kneel on rice and crawl to you on my hands and knees before you’ll pull my hair and hit me?

What does a BDSM Phone Sex pain slut like me have to do?

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Submissive Phone Sex Whore

submissive phone sexSubmissive phone sex is very popular. The majority of my calls fall into this category. I don’t mind at all though because daddy raised a good submissive slut. From the moment I learned to crawl, I was taking care of daddy’s needs. My mouth and my baby asshole seemed to be just what he always needed too. Flash forward a couple decades and I am still serving men in a variety of ways. It may not be politically correct to say you want your women barefoot and pregnant and in the kitchen, but admit it, you do. It is okay to like your women on their knees worshiping your cock.  A phone sex submissive can help you have the perfect submissive whore. Sadly, as I am sure you know, many woman are bitches. They try to put you in your place and deny you your basic right to fuck them in the ass and degrade them. I’m not so foolish. I understand that I am here for you to use and abuse however you want. Until you can get the bitchy twat in your life to realize she has no power or control over you, I am here for all your submissive wet dreams. Torture, snuff, hardcore anal fucking, bondage, bukkae,  BDSM, asst to mouth, forced intoxication, cum eating, furry friends fun, force fucking, toilet play, gang bangs… you get the picture. I love making mens’ subby whore fantasies cum true.

Master gets me on my knees

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  I get down on my knees and do whatever you ask. You can spank me, make me bark, suck your cock whatever you want me to do. Master says I’m a lot of help not only do I get him off but I walk around on my hands and knees looking for things he has misplaced he loves to watch me sniff around to look for things a little cute pup he says I am. I have every color collar you could imagine. Must I say how cute I am in them. Do you feel like having a little whore like me do whatever you want whenever you want? I’m here to always do what you want. I’m in the mood to ride a big cock and to be told what to do. Can you?

Female Bondage

adult phone chat When I need my bondage fix I know where to go. Uncle Jack loves to tie me up. He has this evil little chuckle that he does while he is fastening the rope to what ever he has decided will quench his thirst this time. Most men that love female bondage, like to tie a bitch to the bed. Not Uncle Jack. My cunt is getting wet now thinking about it. I have been tied to a tree, a saw horse, a tractor, the horse stall door, a plow, a pitch fork….you name it and Uncle Jack has tied me to it. He teases the hell out of my body once he has me secured. He makes sure my cunt is nice and wet and his dick is nice and hard before he satisfies me with some hot ass sex and that big ass dick of his.

Slavery Phone Sex Beach Day

Slavery Phone SexToday I am everyone’s property.

We have gone on a retreat with the other slaves and Masters and Master wanted to show the others how well trained I was.

That’s how I ended up face down and ass up tethered to the beach. Just waiting for the tide to come in.

It was hard, because I could see people walking by. Coming and going and maybe if I was lucky the crunch of sand underfoot but for the most part I was blind, stuck, and totally helpless.

That’s why when I felt a big calloused hand on my ass, roughly rubbing at my soft skin I admit I squeaked. Even as that huge hand massaged and rubbed against my. Warming up my flesh before he moved his hand away and slapped against where he had been rubbing hard. Making my flesh jiggle under his hand.

“Mmmm… Good meat, I think it’s just right.” he teased. His huge finger playing against my pussy lips before pressing a digit into me. “So tight…” he murmured to himself, his finger felt huge inside of me! I was starting to be afraid for myself when he pulled his finger out and I could hear the sloppy sound of him sucking it clean. Then I felt what I feared, a cock head big enough I was more than sure it wouldn’t fit and the light grinding pressure of a man pushing. Slow and steady to work that big bulbous head inside of me and fill me up more than I had ever felt before.