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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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A Truly Submissive Phone Sex Experience

submissive phone sexSubmissive phone sex sluts are born that way. Trained only by you. I am not simply playing a part on the phone. I am no actress, just a submissive whore. I do what I am told in person or on the phone. My daddy broke me a long time ago. That doesn’t mean I don’t get sassy every now and then and need some retraining. I do. I think it is because I like the abuse and humiliation that follows my attitude. I was talking to one of my phone Masters yesterday and he heard the tone in my voice when I questioned his instructions. He wanted me to piss for him, not in a toilet however. He wanted me to piss on the floor. I didn’t want to do that. He heard the hesitation in my voice. I was punished accordingly. Now, I no longer was pissing on the floor, but in a glass. I was ordered to chug my own piss. I have had many a master piss in my face, in my fuck holes, down my throat….but this was the first time I had been forced to drink my own urine. It was nasty. Salty and sour. I know you ask why would I do that? Surely, I could fake such a thing. Yes, I could but that is the difference between me and a phone sex slut who is just pretending. I am a true submissive whore. I betray myself if I don’t do exactly as you tell me. You can hear it in my voice. I’m a punishment whore with no self esteem. I live for the men in my life. I never want to disappoint, so ultimately, I do what you tell me because the only pleasure I have is the pleasure of pleasing you sir.

Prostitution Phone Sex

prostitution phone sex alanzaThere she is again, under the bridge, dirty as fuck looking like she hasn’t bathed or eaten in at least a week. Her hair is matted and her eyes have that look of a person that is on the edge of sanity and insanity. Almost wild but not. She stares at me with a vacant look, not one that is asking to be saved but one that says she is resigned to her fate. I know that look and that feeling, I started on the street. My hard ass heart and cold blood doesn’t want anything to do with it and I pass her again like I have for almost a month now. And then it hits me. She really isn’t ugly under all that dirt and her body hasn’t lost the straight lines of youth yet. She could very well be a money maker. Prostitution phone sex is profitable and would likely follow but for now I could turn her into a hooker on the street. If she is still there on my way back home I will approach her with a proposition. Walking back an hour later there she sits. I walk over and offer her a pallet on the floor in my room, three squares a day and a little pocket cash if she wants to hook for me. She nods her head and doesn’t say a word. “Let’s go then I need to get you cleaned up and fed.” Taking her home the first thing I do is strip her and throw the clothes in the fire pit. Putting her in the tub I scrub her clean before giving her a wet bald pussy fresh for fucking. I fed her a hot meal, brushed her hair and put some clean clothes on her. Not bad if I say so myself. Now to make some money off her young straight body. There are plenty of guys out there that love them nice and young. wet bald pussy alanza

Slave Training Phone Sex: Break Me Master

slave training phone sex cassandraI have a new master. He thinks I am not a good enough submissive whore, so he is breaking me with slave training. I have been tied up in his basement for days. He has deprived me of every basic necessity, including my dignity. I am bound to a stake. No food, just a little bit of water here and there. It is dark down here. No windows. If I have to pee, I must do so in a bucket and only when he permits. When he is not down here with me, my mind goes crazy. I hear the rats, sometimes even feel them crawling across my body, gnawing at my flesh. Spiders too. I hate spiders. Most of the time I am cold, alone and terrified. I feel broken mentally and physically, but he still feels I am not a good enough slave yet. I pleaded with him that I was broken; begged for a chance to prove myself to him, but he took my pleas as attitude and doused me in a bucket of my own piss. I may be his prisoner forever. What does it take to break me? I can’t imagine feeling any more broken than I do at this moment.