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CBT Phone Sex is What Some Worthless Dicks Deserve

cbt phone sexAlthough I might be known for enjoying big black cocks, I also enjoy CBT phone sex. I know how to torture worthless dicks and balls. Some men come to me for cuckolding or small dick humiliation. Yet others come to me to abuse their worthless white dicks. If you’re a pain slut with a tiny dick, you are in the right place. Because I enjoy letting you know through your balls and your cock what I truly think of you.

Larry and I go back to our college days. One of the many white boys I attempted to date straight out of high school. But like the rest, I discovered Larry ‘s little white dick looked pathetically average. Although I married a man with an even smaller dick, I wouldn’t fuck Larry if he turned out to be the last man on earth. Larry and I stayed in touch after college and then when I secured some social media accounts, we started following each other.

Some Cocks Deserve Pain Not Pleasure

Larry married a woman out of his league. However, unlike me, she will not cheat on her husband. She will not give him small cock humiliation phone sex. And now thanks to Internet porn, Larry realizes his dick cannot satisfy any woman. Larry came to Chicago this weekend on business. And he wanted me to meet him in his hotel. I didn’t know what to expect. But I didn’t expect him to want me to explore cock and ball torture sex with him.

But he had all the equipment. Sounding devices, Ben Gay, clamps, castration bands, and lots of tiny little sharp objects that I could cram down his pee hole. He told me to channel all my rage into his worthless nut sack. One problem with that. I don’t hold onto anger. I let it go daily. But I could still do a number on his worthless balls and dick. After the castration band stayed on for about 30 minutes, I started punching his balls like I was Muhammad Ali. I could see him grimacing in pain. But we had only just begun.

Small Dicks Sometimes Get CBT and Small Dick Humiliation

I crammed my long red fingernail down his pee hole first. However, I dipped it in some Ben Gay first and then twisted my pinky nail into his flesh. Although nobody will call me a sadistic bitch or a mean girl, I can deliver cock ball torture. I shamed him for his worthless dick and balls the entire time I jammed my finger into his fucking urethra. When I saw tears welling up in his eyes, I knew I caused him pain. And I reminded him he wanted this. No backing out now.

For hours, I squeezed and punched his balls and shoved a variety of things down his pee hole. I even jacked him off, using the Ben Gay to ruin his orgasm. And I may have shoved a few things up his worthless asshole too. Although it might not be in my nature to physically abuse your worthless balls, I will do it when asked. I find it rather therapeutic. Although I let my anger go daily, I do seem to get easily frustrated. And a white man’s worthless balls become my stress balls that I can squeeze, punch and twist anytime I want.

So, tell me something loser. Do you consider yourself a pain slut phone sex bitch boy? If you do, you can ask for cock and ball torture. But just be prepared for extreme pain. Because I do like torturing worthless balls, and cocks. Think you can handle what I can deliver?

Young Bald Pussy Dana Patiently Waits For You To Fuck Her

Young Bald PussyI’ve been sitting here in the quiet of my room for what feels like hours, just listening for the sound of your footsteps in the hallway. My heart starts racing the moment I hear the floorboards creak, and I can’t help the way my breath hitches in anticipation of you finally being here. I’ve spent all afternoon preparing for this, ensuring every inch of my Young Bald Pussy is smooth and sensitive, just the way you like it.

 Every time I caught my reflection in the mirror, all I could think about was the look in your eyes when you finally see how much I’ve been wanting you. I know I’m just a girl with a massive crush, but it feels like so much more than that when I’m waiting for you. My skin feels electric, like it’s humming with a need that only you can quiet.

 I’ve been a very good girl, staying exactly where you told me to, but the patience is starting to wear thin because my body is practically screaming for your touch. I want you to walk through that door and realize that I am completely yours to do with as you please. When you finally step into the room, I want to see that dominant spark in your gaze, while you force inside my tight yummy cunt.

I want you to see how much I’ve been craving this… how I’ve been dreaming of the moment you finally decide to lose your temper with me and just take what’s yours. I don’t want a gentle evening; I want you to pull me close and make me forget my own name. I’ve been dying for you to just claim me, to fill the void that’s been growing since the last time we were together.

The air in the room feels heavy now, thick with the kind of tension that makes it hard to breathe. I’m looking up at you, my eyes wide and pleading, hoping you can read every dirty, desperate thought running through my head. I’ve prepared myself to be your perfect canvas. Every stroke of your hand and every command you give is going to be etched into my memory.

So please, Master, don’t make me wait another second. I’m right here, perfectly groomed and completely surrendered. I’ve been a patient girl for long enough, and now I just need you to show me exactly how much you’ve missed me too. I’m ready for you to take over, to drown out the rest of the world, and to finally give me the release I’ve been dreaming of all day long.

Slavery Phone Sex Keeps a Bitch in Her Place

slavery phone sexSometimes a soccer mom needs slavery phone sex. It can help keep her in line. At least that’s what my drug dealer told me. Last week I heard about the severe weather forecast. And I knew that meant my boys likely would not need to go to school for a few days if not the entire week. And if I become snowed in with two horny teenage boys, I require more cocaine than normal. But my drug dealer really made me work for it this time.

I arrived dressed as he requested. Mostly naked with a dog collar around my neck, nipple clamps on my nipples and ankle restraints. Plus, he asked that I bring my biggest dildo. So, I did. But I’ve never used it because it’s fucking huge. Honestly, I did not think my holes could take this dildo’s girth. Many years ago, somebody gave it to me as a gag gift. And I don’t mean as a joke. I mean literally a gag gift. I told this guy no cock could ever make me gag. So, he bought this dildo just to prove that something did exist that could make me gag.

In hindsight, I should’ve brought a smaller dildo. Marcus would not know that I did not consider it my biggest dildo. Me bad. When I tried to suck it, I almost puked. A drugs phone sex mommy does everything possible to score a fix. Including gagging on a dildo designed more for King Kong or Godzilla.

Some Things Appear Even Too Big for My Ass

I thought I would be okay if he wanted to see me sucking on that thing. But of course, he wanted to see more. He wanted that thing up my ass. Although I am an anal whore, I never inserted anything that big ever in any of my holes. Surprisingly, with a lot of lube and a lot of patience, I got most of it inside of me. But it did seem like a tree trunk fucked my ass instead of a big fat dildo.

Thankfully, he fed me coke as I tried to work that monster dildo into my ass. And I guess thanks to lots of anal experiences, my asshole gapes wider than the average soccer mom. Although I think I got more than the average person could get in their asshole, I did not take it all the way to the base. It felt like Marcus planted his two fists deep inside of me. My sons would know I did something quite extreme for my coke this time.

Marcus got the show he wanted, an extreme anal penetration show, and mommy earned her cocaine. Although I hope it will last this week of bad weather, I’m not sure. Usually, my ass hurts because somebody gave me a hardcore ass fucking. But now it hurts because I crammed it full of the biggest dildo I’ve ever owned. Perhaps I need to just destroy this thing since it destroyed my asshole.

Light Bondage Porn Dana Moans While Bound and Highly Desired

Light Bondage Porn

The second I’m told to stay still, my body settles into it. The quiet stretches while I wait, already warm, already aware of how exposed I am. Light Bondage Porn lives right in this space… where restraint sharpens everything and being watched feels better than being touched.

The bindings are snug enough to remind me I’m not going anywhere. My wrists ache just slightly, my thighs tense without meaning to, and I let it happen. I like knowing I’m exactly how I’m supposed to be Open and Available. “You’re all mine tonight, and this time I want you to suffer completely” He says aggressively. “Yes Master” I say with my pussy and ready just for him.  My breathing gives me away before I say a word.

I feel eyes on me, slow and deliberate, him taking his time. It makes my stomach flutter and my hips shift even though I try to stay still. I want to be good. What he doesn’t know is that I have the biggest crush on him, and I purposely let him do whatever he wants to be because I like the way it feels, and how much I feel wanted just by him. I get a little jealous about his ex wife, but then again she has no idea I’m with her husband every night, so she should be really jealous of me. 

I want to be seen like this, needy and restrained, my reactions honest and unfiltered. When a hand finally drags along my skin, I moan without stopping it. There’s no point pretending I’m not affected. Being bound makes me sensitive. Every sound feels louder, every pause heavier. I stay quiet when I’m expected to, then break just a little when the attention gets too intense. 

My body responds faster than my thoughts, heat pooling low, thighs tightening around nothing. I don’t need instruction… I feel them. I keep my head lowered, not hiding, just waiting. Waiting is part of it. Waiting makes the desire stretch and throb until my breath turns shallow and my voice slips out again. I love how helpless I feel without actually being helpless. I’m aware of myself, of how wanted I am right now.

When the tension finally eases, it doesn’t disappear. It lingers on my skin, in my muscles, in the quiet after. I stay where I am, bound and flushed, knowing I gave exactly what was expected of me… and wanting it all over again.

Romantic Phone Sex with Dana Whispering Naughty Teasing Fun

Romantic Phone Sex

I can feel the warmth of the oil on my skin just thinking about him, the slick shine catching every imaginary ray of light as I move, trembling under the memory of his voice. Romantic Phone Sex with him is always intense, but tonight, with my body glistening and my hands tracing every curve, it’s different… so much sharper, so much more delicious.

“Tell me what you’re doing right now,” he whispers, low and rough, and I can feel my pulse spike. I bite my lip, imagining him leaning close, his fingers ghosting over my neck, leaving shivers in their wake, lips brushing softly along my jaw. “Dana…” he whispers in my ear again, voice thick with desire, and I arch instinctively, craving the warmth, the pressure, the subtle heat of his touch over my slick, smooth skin.

I describe every motion, every glide of my hands over my body, fingers slick, following every line, every sensitive curve. He gasps, voice husky, teasing me, “You’re irresistible… Dana, I want you.” That sound makes my knees weaken, my body arching instinctively, and I let him guide me, letting every command, every whispered tease, pull me deeper into my own hunger.

I imagine him entering the room, roses in hand, their scent mingling with the faint shimmer of oil on my skin. “I thought you’d like these,” he says, and my fingers brush the petals, imagining his lips trailing along my shoulder, nipping softly, hands caressing my neck and collarbone. Heat coils low and tight inside me, every slick curve exposed to him in thought, every inch craving his hands, his mouth, his whispered praise.

“Dana… I love you Dana,” he admits, slow, deliberate. My chest tightens, warmth flooding me, mingling with ache and want. I moan softly, letting him hear it, letting him know how deeply his words hit. I obey, sliding, stretching, whispering, trembling under imagined caresses, every stroke and command heightening need, every soft kiss he presses into me making me ache more.

By the time we finally climax together, I’m trembling, glistening, squirting, moaning loudly, utterly spent, craving every lingering touch of his hands on my body as he releases his yummy cum all over my face. His voice is thick, commanding and tender, and I know he’s falling as hard as I am. Every whisper, every soft caress, every teasing kiss leaves me addicted, devoted, and wet, glistening under his control and love. I’m his muse, heart, and desire.

Slavery Phone Sex Dana Obeying Every Command of Her Master

Slavery Phone Sex

The basement is colder than I expected, concrete biting through my bare slave feet as I stand there listening for him. By the time the door shuts behind me, I now understand how I was sold to being his personal nigger slave, something closer to Slavery Phone Sex but lived instead of imagined.

I’m not panicking, but I’m not floating either. My heart is beating fast, not from fear exactly, more from the awareness that I gave up control and now have to sit in that decision. The light is dim, just enough to see the walls, the chair, the space he told me to stay in all day.

He doesn’t rush. That’s what makes it intense. The waiting stretches my nerves thin, makes every sound feel louder. I shift my weight, reminding myself to stay where I’m told. I could speak up if I wanted to, but I don’t. I like the tension too much.

When he finally comes down the stairs, I drop to my knees  instantly waiting for his next command. “You look so filthy and drained, from last where I left you last night, with the dried up fluids of my sticky cum melting all over your face and body. I now want to fuck you all day long since you belong to me now, you hear me you fucking nigger?” He yells. “Yes Master, I’m all yours eternally.” I say softly, with my nipples getting colder from the basements temperature.

He tells me where to put my hands. I follow. He tells me not to look at him. I break eye contact. Each command strips something small away… my pride, my resistance, my need to be clever or in charge. I feel smaller, quieter, but also sharper, more aware of my body and my reactions.

I don’t feel owned in some poetic way. I feel watched. Evaluated. Tested. And that’s what turns me on. I like knowing he’s paying attention to whether I listen, whether I hesitate, whether I need reassurance or punishment or silence.

Sometimes he lets the quiet sit between us. Other times he corrects me with his voice alone, and that’s enough to make my stomach flip. I don’t need constant praise. I need direction. I need to know what’s expected and how far I’m allowed to go.

By the time he leaves me alone again, my legs are sore and my head feels light. I stay where I am, not because I have to, but because moving too soon would break the spell. This isn’t about being perfect or endlessly obedient. It’s about choosing to stay right here, in the tension, until he decides what happens next.

Hardcore Ass Fucking with Dana Craves Your Rough Sex Passion

Hardcore Ass Fucking

I feel my heart racing as I wait, trembling just a little, because I know tonight isn’t about me… it’s about following every command you give. My body tingles with anticipation, and I can’t help but imagine the intensity that’s coming. The thought alone makes me shiver. Hardcore Ass Fucking has been on my mind all day, a fantasy I’ve been eager to explore, imagining your hands guiding me, your energy overwhelming me, and me giving in completely.

I’m obedient, always ready to do exactly what you want, and tonight I feel that eagerness pulsing through me stronger than ever. I kneel, hands resting lightly, eyes fixed on you, silently asking permission to please you. Every movement, every glance, is meant to show my devotion, my willingness to submit to your desires. I crave the roughness, the passion, the way you take control, and I can feel my excitement building.

Your voice, low and commanding, sends shivers down my spine. I obey immediately, moving closer, letting you guide me in ways that make my mind spin. I love the way you take charge, the thrill of not knowing what’s next but trusting completely that I’m safe in your hands. Each command you whisper, each touch you suggest, makes me feel alive, makes me feel like I exist solely to fulfill your pleasure.

I imagine the intensity, the wild, passionate energy coursing between us, my body responding instinctively to your dominance. I feel every glance, every subtle motion, like it’s pulling me deeper into your control. The way you fuck me roughly, then spit on my face, then aggressively choke my neck makes my pussy super wet. I’m yours, entirely, and the thought of giving myself fully to your passion is intoxicating.

Even when I close my eyes, I feel your presence, guiding me, pushing me just enough to make my heart pound and my body ache in anticipation. I’m caught in the rush, the heady blend of excitement and obedience, and it’s everything I’ve been craving. The night stretches before us, endless possibilities, and I’m ready for it all. My body, my mind, my desire… they’re yours to command, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Every whisper, every touch, every glance makes me ache for more. I’m completely captivated, completely devoted, and completely yours. This is just the beginning… what comes next is all about you, and I’m ready to surrender to it fully, gladly, and without hesitation.

BDSM Phone Sex is What a Mommy Whore Does for Cocaine

bdsm phone sexAs a mommy, I’m no stranger to BDSM phone sex. My boys do not know half the things their mommy does so she can acquire cocaine to keep up with them. They love fucking me. But I think they like fucking me a lot more when I’m high. That’s when they can invite their friends over and run a train on me. They can get rough with me. And on cocaine, they can literally fuck me all night long. I become a horny energizer bunny, who can keep up with teenage boys on coke.

My usual drug dealer Marcus is the son of my mother‘s drug dealer in the 80s. And Marcus is a very hung black man who loves to fuck me in exchange for coke. However, he experienced a supply issue over the weekend. And he didn’t have anything to give me. So, he sent me to this guy he knows who makes hardcore female bondage films. Since this will be my sons last week of school until the new year, I desperately need a large amount of cocaine. So, I paid this guy a visit.

Nice looking man. He didn’t look sleazy like most of the snuff directors I work with. But I am a seasoned whore, and I know looks can be deceiving. I just focused on the money and getting back to my horny sons so they could fuck me properly. If they only knew what I would do to keep them sexually satisfied.

This Mommy Endures a Lot Just So Her Sons Can Fuck Her

This man appeared to be into hardcore bondage. And BDSM play too. He tied me up and hung me from the rafter. Then he started whipping my back. He came close to drawing blood. I fought back the tears because I felt everything. Unfortunately, without coke, I felt every sting.

I endured hours of pain. But it felt worth it. This man gave me a much bigger bag of cocaine than most guys do, and he treated me better than any of them too. He made sure not to draw blood. Sure, I have some nasty welts on my back and across my tits. But I earned enough cocaine to dull that pain. And I have enough cocaine to be a mommy phone sex whore for my two teenage boys and all their friends.

I got back home and told the boys not to worry about my back. I made up a plausible lie about why my back looked so red and swollen. When they saw me snorting lines of cocaine with my ass up in the air, they couldn’t resist. We started fucking. And I think until the first of the year I will be high and fucking teenage boys. And that will make this the best Christmas ever.

Rough Sex Phone Sex and Horny Psycho Masked Men

Rough Sex Phone SexThere is a kinda new phenomena in the sex world, the kink Industry. I am diggin the fuck out of it. Rough Sex Phone sex and a man wearing a fucking mask. I want a man in a mask to chase me in the fucking woods, catch me, and fuck the immortal shit out of me. There is just something about a psycho in a mask, that zones in on you and will do anything to get to you and fuck you. That makes my cunt ooze pussy cream. I am literally leaking in my sexy boy shorts just typing this.

I would get off so hard staring up into a mask, while my cunt is getting pounded. There is just something about it that turns me on so much. Learning about this new kink that I have, has led me to find lots of porn with masked men. There isn’t a plethera, but there is some. It’s considered dark romance, and I have come up with so many fantasies.

One that I like to think about is a guy in a Michael Myers mask, or maybe Scream (there are so many, that are just so fucking hot, and make me horny as fuck). He just has this sexy body, and hard, Raw, throbbing cock. Maybe he ties me up and uses me as his sex slave? He zoned in and has his sights set on me, and he just wants to fuck Like a Beast. Finally catching me, and pushing my legs apart, Wide. Forcing himself inside of me, while I listen to his gravely, grunting as he fucks me hard and rough. Reminding me over and over that he is going to breed me.

What kind of mask would you wear to fuck me?

Xo

Dixie

Medical Grade Play With Nasty Nurse Dixie

Medical Fetish Phone SexNaughty Nurses Know what that Will make your cock drip like an IV. Medical Fetish Phone Sex Is hot and kinky and just what your dick needs. Dan Loves when I wrap my body in a hot Sexy Latex Nurse uniform, but then the doctors orders always call for him to spill as much semen as humanly possible.

Dan Looks So Vulnerable in his hospital gown down in my makeshift Hospital. Checking those arms for a good vein, so I can put him under and have my way with his Erect Penis. Patient complains of Balls being swollen & blue. No pussy for days. Well that just won’t work. My professional opinion is that Dan needs to have a complete prostate massage so we can release the pressure of those balls before Big Dick Dan explodes.

Diagnoses and Dosage are as fucking follows- Full Blue Ball Syndrome, 12 CC’s of prostate milkage and perfect Nurse Pussy for the Patient! Stat!

Now is this naughty Nurses time to shine. All the pretty tools on my cart. Thinking,  I can use this Pump to get his cock as Big as it will go. Reaching My glove covered hand around his hard member, and feeding him into the tube as I start to pump that pecker up.  Lubing my fingers and penetrating his asshole deep. Milking his prostate, Just as The Doctor Ordered.

Xo,

Nurse Dixie