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forcing him to eat my wet bald pussy

wet bald pussy

In invite my sissy boy over to play again. I’m feeling rather mean today. When he gets to my house I make him strip at the door. I put his collar and leash set around his neck. I walk him like the good dog he is into my bedroom. I get out my toys. I lube up the big four inch round anal plug and shove it slowly into his tight ass. He moans of course. I take the vibrating cock ring and stretch it around his pathetic sissy cock. It’s hard but would never be able to satisfy my delicious soaking cunt. I walk him around to the edge of the bed. I command him to get up in it. I lay down and spread open my legs. I pat my pussy gently and demand he eats me. He digs deep into my tight wet hot box. He licks me up and down. My tight bald pussy is loving it!! I shove his face hard into my begging fuck hole. He tongue fucks me. My cunt is so Fucking wet. I wish I had a big fat throbbing cock to fuck right now. I shove him off me and take my 10 inch black dildo and shove it hard into my wanting fuck hole. I shove it in and out of me until my cunt clenches and I hit my orgasm. I get my paddle and spank my sissy boy for not getting me off.

Tied up and fucked in every hole

I am submissive and dominant when it suits me. I wanted to experience some BDSM though. I asked a friend of mine who is a major dominant male who is into rape, torture and hard core shit like that if he would help me out. He jumped all over that opportunity. He said he has always dreamed of being my master and that my body was gonna crave him after he was done with me. We picked a time and I showed up at his studio, I was instructed to strip and get down on my knees. I was then tied in a position as to where I could not move. I felt open and exposed, he could fuck any hole he wanted to and I would not be able to do a bad thing about it.BDSM sex JanelleHis cock was huge and before I could even ask one single question he shoved his fat member into my mouth. He pushed it in so hard I gagged, he then opened my mouth more and inserted his balls to. He proceeded to face fuck me and tell me I knew I deserved this. I could not breathe because his cock was so far back into my throat that I even threw up a little bit and had to swallow that along with the load of cum that he let loose in the back of my throat. He did various other things to my body and made me plead to come over and over again. He fucked every one of my holes and made me call him my master before he would allow me to cum. I spent seven ours tied up being an obedient little cum swallowing slut that did what I was told, but it felt so good that I will be going back very soon.

You want my advice, do what I say

Sissy phone sex Janelle

I have a distant relative that the family calls the little fairy fag of the family. Her name is Sissy. She called me today and wanted some advice on being a good submissive. I am hot, take care of my body and know how to get exactly what I want with my pussy and perfect titties. Sissy is the opposite of me. She is a little fairy queen with a little cock, insecure and never goes after what she wants. I am a dirty fucking whore, but the men that touch me have to be loaded and know how to use their cock and their tongue.

Guided masturbation JanelleSissy is somewhat naïve and doe not know how to present her goods and she gets taken advantage of a lot. I kind of feel bad for Sissy. So I told her she could come over and that I would give her some pointers on how to please a dominatrix by being a good and obedient sissy bitch. I told her I do not want to waste my time so I told her she will have to do exactly what I said no matter how gross or mean. Sissy agreed and decided to come over. I was amused and I kind of took advantage because I wanted to see just how far Sissy was willing to go.  Guided masturbation SissyI made her do things like drink her own piss, put a pacifier in her ass hole and then suck on it and a few other things. Sissy did really good. I noticed that Sissy had a really small tinkerbell weiner though. I wanted to see how hard it got and how long when hard. I made Sissy play with herself and lick my cunt since I was spending my time helping her out. I could not help but laugh, it was pitiful. Sissy really is a little tinker bell faggy waggy princess. That cock can not even count as one. Sissy should have a vagina.

GFE Phone Sex with a Submissive Whore

GFE phone sexHe called me for GFE phone sex, but his voice was so familiar. I didn’t recognize the name. The address was nowhere near me. I am good with voices, but certainly I didn’t know him. But I did. You see, I had a very cruel Master for years. I have had many over the years, but none that scared me as much as Him. I played it cool. Acted like I had no clue who he was, but it was in my voice. Fear was in my voice. He kept me prisoner in his basement for almost a year. He barely fed me. In his eyes I was a whore. A whore who cheated on him simply by doing nude modeling and phone sex to support myself. He didn’t want to share me with anyone. Not even you. Not even a camera. When he found out I was making money off my hot body, he tossed me in his basement. I endured lack of sunlight; lack of human contact and constant force fucking for a year. He said I was his whore. No one else’s.  I was his captive. I was his slave. One day, an opportunity presented itself to me and I broke free. I fled to a new town. I changed my name. It has been years now since I last saw him. His was the only voice I heard for a year, so it is a voice I will never forget. My gut knew it was him even though our conversation was all GFE related. Then it hit me. He was trying to get information from me to find me again. Was I crazy? Maybe it wasn’t him. I started to relax a little thinking it was some sort of PTSD episode making me paranoid. But as we said our goodbyes, he called me by my real name. “I will find you again,” he seethed before he hung up. I peed myself in fear. It is only a matter of time before he finds me. Would you ever keep a  beautiful bimbo like me prisoner for your own pleasure?

Slavery Phone Sex poking the Ghosts

Slavery Phone SexMaster has learned about ghost hunting. He wants to so bad to see something to experience something outside his control since everyone and everything in his life falls to his domination. The ghost haunting he is talking about though is different than cassette tapes and thermal cameras. He wants to feel them himself and so he’s going to piss them off enough to retaliate against him or her. I don’t know why he’s working so hard to walk into danger but… This scares me so badly and I know I can’t say no. So we went to Georgia to this house that was known as a plantation house. One that was horrible to slaves, many died after they were tortured to death and had been converted into a museum by one of the surviving ancestors of one of the slaves… I don’t think he’d be happy if he knew what Master wanted to do after the tour and the stories of the atrocities that occurred but Master paid a lot of money for us to spend the night alone inside this home and as the owner left and we were truly alone. He grabbed his toy bag and we went to the basement. An area that was once used as a dungeon as it still had rusty metal shackles on the wall. He took his skein of rope and tied me to these shackles and I felt a shiver run through me. Almost as if fingers running over my hair and as if trying to comfort me an old song getting stuck in my head that I didn’t realize was there until I heard Master ask me “What the fuck are you humming?” and I looked over my shoulder at him surprised. “I don’t know Sir…” he grinned. Realizing that maybe the spirits he so badly wanted to feel were already toying with me, I imagine he thought they were scratching and hurting me rather than the gentle caresses and touches that shivered through my body. He pulled out a flogger with thick leather falls. One to warm me up rather than hurt me but I didn’t know of the modifications he made. The small metal claws he added to the end of each fall and he hit me hard. Not warming me up and making me scream as I felt those metal claws slash across my back. I could feel the air go from warm and comforting to tense and felt a soft brush of air across my cheek as if trying to wipe away tears. Then another hit from Master. I screamed, gripping the ropes hard as I let my weight be supported by the old shackles. I started to sing to myself “Hush little baby…” whack! Another hard hit and scream as he laughed behind me. The words kept coming as if against my will. “Don’t say a word…” I sang softly under my breath as I heard the scrape of something hard against the brick floor. He screamed, “Come at me you fuckers. Or I’ll be her back raw!” I could already feel the blood running down my back. I saw from the corner of my eye his arm reach up ready to hit me again. Then there was a thump before he could hit me again. He screamed this time and I turned to watch him as he scrabbled to grip the bricks. Hold himself in the room near me, even gripping for my ankles for me to help him as unseen hands dragged him from me towards a cell that was only 10-15 feet away from me. He couldn’t reach me and I couldn’t help him and as they dragged him into the room the door slam closed behind him. I watched that door, waiting for him to come out as the room turned cold around me. “Mama’s gonna buy you a mocking bird…”

Golden Shower Phone Sex for the Public

Golden Shower Phone SexMaster, I want to show you what a good slut I am. To remind you that my body belongs to you heart, mind, soul and I will always do as you command no matter how outlandish the request. You own my consent. That’s how I find myself on my knees in the bathroom of your favorite pub. My ankles tied to my thighs keeping me in a kneeling position with puppy pads under me as my only protection from the tile. I was wearing a latex corset, a plug in my ass. Vibrator in my pussy and clamps on my nipples with a chain attached between the two. I also had a ring gag, to force my mouth to stay open and a sign written on my chest in lipstick that just said “Toilet slut” so as men came in drunk, horny, lonely, they saw me and my pretty pink pussy wet and dripping. Gurgled moans escaping from the gag. One man comes in, laughs, and pulls out his cock. A dark, stinking, stream of piss comes from the tip. Lands over my tits before he steadies his aim and it goes up my neck, to my chin, and into my mouth. Forcing me to swallow that vile dehydrated bodily fluid before he shoves his cock into my throat. Not hard with whiskey dick but still forcing that half flaccid piss covered cock down my throat and choked me on it until the next man came in and demanded his turn next.

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.

Accomplice Phone Sex: Dinner to Order

Accomplice Phone SexMaster’s tastes have been getting a bit more extreme…

I think the hunting games have affected him more than he lets on.

Lately he’s been telling me how good I look, how tasty I am. He’s been pinching my thighs and waist. Telling me that I was to skinny and needed to eat more, that I’d fill out so nicely. I was really starting to fear for my own skin but… Master told me to go find a girl that matched what he was looking for.

A woman who was young, plump in all the right places, and who would cook well and be tasty.

Well, I did my best. I met a girl named Stephanie. She was pretty, vegan, kinda bitchy and annoying and someone I don’t think I’d really miss and I enjoyed the ironic yet morbid humor of what my plans were with her.

We had met online on a site for prospective models, her posts were desperate and she promised she would do anything as long as it was a paid gig. So of course I sent her an e-mail. I promised her an upfront pay of 200$ for just an interview, a view of her naked, and the discussion of the fetish material we’d be producing.

She took up that offer right away and was soon knocking on our door. Wearing much to much makeup and perfume. I smiled and invited her in, showed her the $200 I had with me and explained if she was selected and pictures were taken that we would pay her another $800 and I could see her excitement. So I took her to the basement and showed her the cage that my Master had purchased and informed her that many of the pictures would be taken in this and to get in so we could see if it was comfortable.

She was so giddy she didn’t take a second thought before she stepped into the cage and I closed the door. The lock falling into place. She looked at me confused and hurt. “What are you doing?”

I smiled sweetly. “Oh, it’s nothing this is just part of it. Strip for me while I get the camera to take some test shots. I have to get some of these to show my boss, and if you want the other $800 it’s a requirement.” she still looked worried but did as asked. I turned from her going through a bag before I came back, shooting her through the bars with the taser I had pulled from the bag.

She fell to the floor, twitching uncontrollably and pissing herself… It was pathetic.

Now the real work began though. I took a syringe from the bag, injecting her with a simple drug to keep her asleep while I worked. Based on the reviews online on petmed it didn’t affect the meat of food stock and helped to create a more humane slaughter and a softer more tender meat.

Dragging her out of the cage I got to work, putting an enema bag with a saline solution up her bag I let it drain into her, watching her stomach expand as I worked on shaving the limp doll like body of all it’s hair. Not missing any strand. Even removing her eyelashes and eyebrows as well as the long brown hair on top of her head. When that was done I pulled the enema needle from her ass, knowing she had already pissed made this step easier. I pushed on her stomach, pushing out all the salt water and shit onto the concrete floor. Then, I hosed her off. Using a stone and soap I exfoliated all the top layer of skin off leaving her smooth, shiny, and pink.

Now was the real hard part, dragging all that dead weight upstairs. Master had purchased a special pan for roasting women like this, and a spit. He totally redid our kitchen and I feel that with the work that went into it I wanted to surprise him. So I took the spit off of the open faced stone oven and used metal wire to tie her wrists, neck, ankles, hips, and chest to the spike before I began preparing her.

I put an apple in her mouth, securing it with another wire around her head to hold the apple gag in place. Then I took spices, pineapple, soy and sesame oil, onions, and celery and stuffed her pussy full until no more would fit inside of her. Then did the same with her ass. Making sure she was fully stuffed of all these yummy things before I prepared her skin.

Taking a sharp paring knife I scored her skin. Making her covered in long X’s that would cook her skin into a rind while allowing the extra fat to drip off and leaving her meat moist and tender.

Cleaning up the blood as best as I could before I took the seasoned oil we’d prepared with basil, garlic, oregano and a few other choice things covering her from head to toe with this oil.

She was starting to wake up, and I could hear the door close as Master came in. He grinned widely even as she began to cry, scream, and realize every cut was burning with oil and salt.

“Master… Will you help me put her over the fire?” I asked, my cheeks flushing at his pleasure. He was more than happy to help me and we watched together as she spun over and over, the fire licking at her flesh. Curling her skin. And eventually she stopped struggling and I have to admit… She didn’t smell half bad.Snuff Phone Sex

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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