Sometimes I switch things up and become dominate. I know I am a hot girl, and I get off knowing I can control you. Especially you wimpy foot fetish guys. I can get you to lick my toes, kiss my feet and beg for more. I will literally whip you and test your limits with my pointy heels. I know that you’re dying to know what I am going to do next. Wishing I would stroke your cock with my feet. I know you want it all worked up with my feet controlling you. But I guess you didn’t get the memo? If you want any part of me, if you even want to think about getting on my good side…you better worship me! That’s right bitch, get down on your hands and knees and worship your sexy goddess. I will own you, and make you my sex slave whore. You’ll be stuck getting used and dominated by me all the time…actually probably something you want. Now watch me test your limits a little more…these heels are extra sharp!
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Birthday Spankings
It’s Master’s birthday!
It’s a tradition within the community to receive birthday spankings on your special day. Now, one can’t expect a dominant to do bend over and allow others to spank them so they have their submissive take it for them.
That’s what was happening tonight at the party to celebrate Master.
I was on a padded horse, ass bare and up in the air. My Master had promised 2 spankings for each person in attendance with a toy of their choice. So needless to say, I was afraid and excited all at the same time.
My Master was going last and I got a confirmation that I was ready and without a warning or warm up I felt the hard, cold, sharp slap of a metal paddle right across my ass. Whack!
I cried out, my body stiff as it worked to know how to react to this first hit when my Master brought be back. “What do you say?”
“One, thank you.” and then again on the other side.
“Ah! Two thank you!” then the next person came. The ran their bare hand over my already pink ass and then with a whistle of air I felt the sharp sting of a cane across both sides. A quick thwap! Thwap!
I whimpered, my pussy wet and everyone could sting but the cane still hurt like a bitch. It’s sting lingered and burned. “Three thank you. Four thank you!”
Then they stepped away and the next person came, and then the next.
I think through the course of the night I had almost 100 hard spankings and my Master’s hurt worst of all. My ass is so pretty though, I feel like I really earned the stripes I was given. I can’t wait until next year to see how my ass will turn out.
Submissive Phone Sex Whore
Submissive phone sex whores never say no, so when John told me he was going to ruin my ass, I got on all fours and wiggled my ass in front of him waiting for the fun to begin. He spanked me first. That might not be the accurate word. He beat my ass raw with his leather belt. The belt buckle tore my flesh. I felt more than a sting. I felt blood trickle down my thighs. I am a pain slut, but the reality is there is such a thing as too much pain. I cannot cum when pain passes over a certain level. I doubt any one can cum when lashes are being cut into their ass. But he didn’t want me to cum. He said a worthless whore like me doesn’t deserve to cum. Do you agree?
That was foreplay to John. Making my ass look like raw hamburger meat turned him on. He likes to ugly up a pretty whore. He says it is the best way to break a bitch. Take away her looks and she is empty. I am about as submissive as they come. No need to break me. I was broke a long time ago. But men still like to think they have broken me further. Maybe it is possible to get further down that rabbit hole? John was certainly going to try. He pissed on my face, then pissed in my open wounds. Felt like I was literally on fire. I guess that was the sensation he wanted. I cried. Actually, I sobbed, which made his dick wet with pre cum. He skull fucked me as I sobbed on his cock from the pain. When he came in my mouth, I thought he was done. “Whore, this is just the beginning,” he said with an evil grin. Any sense of relief was gone in an instant.
Big Daddy has a filthy diseased cock.
I did a call with Big Daddy. today. He is mean to me and calls me a stupid slanty eye whore. I try to be a good girl and do as he says. He likes to play very rough, slap me, pull my hair, and choke me on his cock. He abuses my little sister too, though she is very young and cries for me to help her. He is a very nasty man who is very angry because he fuck a girl with HPV and now he has genital warts. No decent white woman will give him pussy with his diseased cock. So he make helpless little Chinese girls service him.
I try to do as he wishes but the touch of his dirty cock repulses me and he must punish me harder and force me to put my mouth on it. I do not like the taste of his crusty wart covered cock. It is like licking a toad’s ass but more ugly. He has many rape phone sex fantasies and he forces us to give him pussy and take his disease. He fuck us so hard like he is trying to force his filth deep inside of us. I do not wish to be beaten so I give him what he desires. I know it is my place as a Chinese girl to do as I am told and I will submit to his will. Many men come to massage parlor to treat us badly but he is the worst. He say no more calls for me until I tell everyone how nasty he is.
Are you like Jacob and need someone to take your anger out on and call names? Massage parlor is open 24 hours for your pleasure. Small and diseased cocks welcome.
Phone Sex with a Submissive Phone Sex Whore
Phone sex is my job, but I don’t really look at is a job. How could I? It is so much fun to talk dirty all day and get paid for it! But it is more than the money. I love being a sex slave on and off the phone. I am a submissive whore. I have been all my life. First, I was daddy’s little fuck slut, then I became any man’s fuck slut. I have had many a master in my life. Some last years, some last months, some last minutes. Although I know a phone master can never be as harsh with me as a real time master can be, I still love being a submissive phone sex slut. Why? Because on the phone, I am forced to do things to myself that I likely wouldn’t do on my own. I’m also forced to degrade myself, which is not something I always do when no one is around. I need to be forced to do painful and degrading things to myself. It reminds me that I am just a worthless cunt. A stupid vessel for cum, piss, vomit, shit and whatever disgusting thing you want to give me. So when you call me, trust that I understand the need to abuse my own body. I need to be forced to degrade myself too. A stupid whore can never be reminded enough of how worthless she is, on the phone or in person. Wouldn’t you agree?
Phone Sex Whore for Your Rape Phone Sex Fantasies
Phone sex is fun for me; it’s not a job. Well, not just a job. I guess my profession is whore. I make money on the phone and off the phone. I do some escorting, but most of my income comes from photo shoots and underground porn. I am a fetish model and a submissive whore. I was not born for the vanilla 9-5 world. When I am talking dirty on the phone, I love submissive sex. I was daddy’s punching bag and anal whore. It is not surprising I grew up to be a pain slut and submissive whore. I love to talk to guys who have rape phone sex fantasies. Guys who want to abuse a woman. I especially love phone humiliation. I will even degrade myself for your pleasure. Last night I drank my own urine at the command of a phone master. I have whipped myself, burned myself, cut myself and a slew of other painful and degrading things to myself just because the voice on the other end of the phone told me to do so. I’m not the girl next door, I am the whore next door. Here to cater to all your dominant needs and dark desires.
Happy Chinese New Year from China Doll
It’s the Year of the Monkey and tomorrow is New Years Day. This is the biggest celebration of the year for us Chinese. I am sooo looking forward to participating in the festivities but I will be staying home. Last year I got in so much trouble. You see, there are certain ancient rules to be followed. One of them is this: A woman may not leave her house; otherwise she will be plagued with bad luck for the entire coming year. I did not follow this rule and my luck was very bad. I had been drinking and watching the fireworks. I was headed back to the massage parlor when I heard voices. I walked a little faster but they got closer. One of them grabbed me. “What’s a little Chinese girl doing out this late?” One of them grabbed me and they dragged me, screaming, into a vacant shop. They had an old mattress there that smelled of piss. I knew what was going to happen but I was powerless to stop the gang members. They tore off my panties and the biggest one forced his way between my thighs. The first thrust was very painful as I was dry. I tried to scream but my mouth was stuffed full of cock. They fucked me back and forth between them, all taking turns filling my Asian pussy with cum. Grunting and pumping, they used me over and over. After the fifth load, my pussy was gaping and cum ran down my legs. They left me lying, bruised and naked, like a piece of trash thrown away.
I struggled to my feet and walked outside. The sky lit up with gorgeous fireworks. The same fireworks that are supposed to scare off bad spirits and Nian, the New Year monster. They surely did not save me from evil. It was going to be a very bad year for me. Never again will I defy Chinese traditions.
Slave Training Phone Sex: Break Me Master
I 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.














