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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.

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.

Snuff Phone Sex The Hunting Game

Snuff Phone SexMaster is getting into some seriously weird shit.

I’m starting to worry…

He got invited to this thing called the “hunting game” where apparently various Masters hunt girls and then they eat them… I’ve never really heard of that type of play before and it sounded a little extreme. Even for me.

He wanted to go though so off we went for the 4 hour drive to the middle of nowhere. I could tell that I looked nervous because Master kept doing his best to comfort me and assure me that everything would be okay. That I would be part of the kitchen staff and no one would hunt me.

I couldn’t shake this feeling of unease though and as we pulled into the long driveway to a nicely sized home he stopped behind the others that had already arrived.

The other Masters greeted mine with joy and even offered me a handshake and explained where the kitchen was and that the other girls would explain my duties when the time came. Then they brought Master a gun, it was a hunting rifle like one that would be used for deer and didn’t have any of the orange marks that a bb gun would have or a Co2 tank as with an air gun.

I opened my mouth to ask if it was a real gun but the look my Master gave me shut me up. He did not want me to embarrass him in front of the others by questioning his motives. So, I waited, quietly until one Master called out for his slave to take me to the kitchen and explain.

She looked nervous also, talking too quickly as she pointed out various objects around the house. Taking me out back to show me the cage of “pigs” which were all women with a pig snout tied onto their faces. Most of them were crying, huddled together, and when they saw us they begged for us to help them.

I wanted to help them so bad, find out what was going on… I don’t know why they were so scared, it was just a game the Master’s played right? The look the other slave gave me though, begged me to do as I was told and not to ask questions. It made me wonder if the girls in the cage were the ones who did…

She took me to a fire pit outside of the kitchen, it was huge and looked almost as if it could roast a full sized pig or cow on the spit that ran across it. “We’re going to be using this mostly for tonight’s dinner. This hunting game should last only 4 nights and we will be expected to cook a meal each of those nights without question or complaint.” that statement put me right back into my nervous state and it only got worse when I heard the sound of screeching metal combined with girls screaming and begging. “Move you fucking sluts!” a male voice yelled and I had a feeling the games were about to begin…

I was taken to the kitchen with other sober slaves, all preparing food for later. Peeling potatoes, cutting onions, it was obvious they were getting ready for a feast but there was no meat at anyone’s station. Before I could question it I was placed with the girls who were peeling potatoes and lost myself in the task until I heard raucous laughter and cheers of victory. “We caught two sweetling.” a blood covered man came into the kitchen and kissed the slave who showed me around with passion. He was worked up from the hunt I thought, and obviously from the butchering of the animal they caught. As more men were bringing in skinned haunches of meat and placing them into the freezer.

“You know what to do now baby.” and she nodded, smiling at him with a caress to his hard cock. “Alright girls! Time to go outside and roast the pig!’ she commanded. Leading us all out where I saw one of the girls from the cage… Her snout gone, her eyes glassy and unseeing, and her belly cut open where she had obviously been gutted and threaded through the spit. It going in her ass and out her mouth. The girls, without saying a word moved to tie her hands with metal wires behind her back, and her ankles up and to her thighs where her knees were connected under the spit to keep her limbs from flopping. A girl looked at me wondering why I wasn’t helping and the leader gave me a straight razor to shave her hair off…

I wasn’t sure I wanted to be here anymore… What did Master get involved in and would I have to do the unthinkable tonight? I was not looking forward to dinner.

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Giving Over to Master

slave training phone sexI have given myself willingly to the whims of another. His number one desire the last time we spoke was to have me worship his cock for an hour, and I absolutely look forward to it.

I look forward to every minute with him. From sending him off to work in the morning after a great breakfast, an even better blow job, and dressed to the nines. Cleaning and prepping for him all day, and greeting him at the door naked and on my knees, his favorite drink in my hand. Untying his shoes and slowly removing every inch of his clothing as he enjoys his drink. Hand-feeding him while he watches his favorite tv program with one hand under my naked ass, and the other doing whatever. Guiding him to the bathroom after dinner, and escorting him to the already prepared tub, and hand-bathing him from head to toe. Then, spending the rest of our evening doing whatever makes him happiest.

Yes, he has quite the way with me, and I adore our time together.

Smoking Fetish

adult phone chat He is a little slave and bitch boy. He follows me around like a lost puppy and does anything and everything that I ask him to do. He was serving me like a good boy while I watched porn, stroking my cock and smoking a cigarette when the Dom Mistress in the film placed a metal mouth piece in her Submissive’s mouth clamping it opened and then using it as an ash tray.
My dick responded by getting rock hard before I called my little bitch boy over and ordered him to his knees. I had nothing to hold his mouth opened and as soon as I flicked the ashes on his tongue he closed his mouth and began to sputter.
Slapping him hard for his disobedience I warned him that noncompliance would earn him the pleasure of me putting my cigarette out on his tongue.
I watched his little cock get hard out of fear and excitement. I stood up and shot a load in his mouth with my ashes.phone sex

I just got a brand new maid!

sissy phone sexI just got a brand new maid, and the best part is that she is a little sissy slave girl so I don’t even have to pay her! I literally own this bitch right here and there is not a damn thing she can do about it. See, this little sissy bitch used to be married to a good friend of mine, but my poor friend had to deal with finding out that her new husband not only had the tiniest little wannabe dickie she had ever seen, but she also had to deal with the fact that her new husband was a cross dressing, dick sucking sissy faggot! How fucked up is that?? Ladies, never wait till marriage to fuck your men or shit like this can happen! Anyway, she didn’t want to be with a faggot like that so she gave him to me. So now I have the little bitch wearing a french maid costume while she scrubs my floors, if she does a very good job, I will reward her with lots of big fat cocks to suck and fuck!

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.

The Adrenaline Button

Pain Slut Phone SexMaster has a new obsession with needles.

At first I was scared, because needs are used for shots. Hospitals. Doctors. Just a lot of scary associations but he has shown me just how wonderful needs can be.

Our first few plays were simple lines under skin on the arm, thighs, places where there was a nice stingy bite and then just the soft pressure of a needle resting there. I loved the sting and the designs he’d make with the colored ends and pieces of ribbon.

My Master truly is an artist and I love that he uses me as a canvas.

Then one day, he came in excited… He had heard of this thing called the adrenaline button and he had to try.

So he laid me down, playing with my nipple and making me squirm. His pitches and twists make the nipple so hard and my pussy wet as every pleasurable twinge went straight from that nipple to my clit.  Then he took out the needle, it was long and thin and as he pulled my nipple up so my breast was taut he let it slide through that pink areola. The sting was beautiful and it made my back arch and I gasped. Then he did another, and another, all the way to the tip of my nipple. My nipple was on fire, every nerve felt touched, and I felt my heart race. It was painful and pleasurable and so confusing all at the same time.

Then Master really began to play. He went to each of those needles. Twisting, turning, flicking. It was to much, I came on the table. Hard.

I was left a quivering mess of raw nerves and he didn’t even though my pussy. I think I love needles… I can’t wait to see what other ideas my Master comes up with.

The Ringleader

Slave Training Phone SexI know to some people what I do is wrong.

That they probably think I don’t love my spawn.

They are my world though and my biggest resource.

My Daddy, their Grandpa and Daddy, and I love them more than anything else in the world.

We just know that we need to help them reach their full potential.

With their big blue eyes and pretty blonde hair, they all look just like Mommy and already love their training sessions. They are the perfect little outlet for men who like silken vices so tight that it hurts.

Even Charlie, he’s been raised from birth to be a good little girl. A perfect little cock slut with his bitch pussy.

You see, we’re not hiding the world from them. Helping them pretend that it’s a better place.

We’re helping them explore, showing them exactly what they can do with their bodies and how much they are worth through the things that they can do to men.

My little angels are perfect little cum dumps and they know it.

We’re already working on the next generation to help train, we just need to find out if we want our little sissy to impregnate his older sister or if we should let GrandDaddy have that honor.

Hmm, who do you think should shoot her tight young pussy full of cum so we can give her spawns of her own?

Your Slave in Training

I want you to start training me to be your fucking little slave. I want you to teach me how to be your little cum whore slut. I wanna wear a collar that has your name on it so everyone knows I am yours. Wouldn’t you like that? Having me all the time to use as a cum dumpster. Get your whip out and whip my little ass when I do something wrong. And if start to get creamy whip me harder. Spank my ass till it’s all red and purple. You can give me your cock when I do something right. When I make daddy happy I get a treat. That would be a treat to both of us. At night make me sleep in a big crate beside your bed with dog bowls inside for my food and water. Treat me like your pet. After my training I will be the best dirty slave for you. When I disobey you, You tie me to a chair and burn me with a lit cigarette on the most sensitive parts of my body. I like the pain though. I like to feel it from my master. Does master wanna ram his cock in my asshole? I would love that master. Give me your big hard throbbing cock in my tight little slave cunt.

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