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3 is the loneliest number

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Master is out of town. He told me to stay here, locked up, away, for the whole week. It’s been so hard. I need the pain. I need the release. I went into our bathroom and found a pack of razor blades. I’d started cutting in middle school. My grades were bad and I was so lonely and cutting myself was a physical and sexual release. I would slice into my skin, watch the blood ooze out, and play with myself. I used to cut my arms, mainly, but I cut my stomach and thighs a few times. Just thinking about the razors piercing my skin got my pussy wet. I grabbed the blade tight between my thumb and forefinger and very slowly pressed it into my wrist. I drug it up my arm, the endorphins going wild. Why did I ever stop? It was such a rush! When the blood started seeping out of the second slice, I put the razor blade down and swept a finger through the redness and used it as lube to rub myself into an incredible bloody orgasm. I cut myself one final time and then lit a cigarette. I’m not usually a smoker but the seratonin and dopamine were surging through my system. I fingered myself as i smoked and I was close to cumming as the cigarette was coming to the end of its life. I used my cunt as an ashtray as I came, and the pain was extreme and exquisite. I flicked the butt into the toilet and passed out, coming to as the sun was setting in the small bathroom window. Sigh. Only 4 more days til he gets back.Submissive Phone Sex

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pain slut phone sexI make EXCELLENT money being a phone sex whore. I am a submissive little bitch, I love it and I get paid like one. I only associate with others that make excellent money. We went on a boating trip Saturday night. It was me and a few of my girlfriends, on one of their daddy’s houseboats. We were dressed to the nines, drinking and doing some blow. We were feeling good and looking great. Glenda, Kenna and I started playing grab ass, and Kenna kissed me, teasingly at first but it turned to passion quickly. She bit my lip and my knees buckled and my cunt started stirring. She pulled me into the master bedroom of the boat. She threw me, face first, into the wall and grabbed a candlestick from the chesterfield. She lifted my dress and pressed the candlestick into my ass and grabbed my hair. She pulled hard as the un-lubed candlestick tore into my tight little asshole. My pussy was moistening as she pushed me onto my knees and replaced the candlestick with her slobbery fist. She fisted my asshole until it tickled my belly button and she spread her hand, filling me up and making my cunt squirt. I came hard and she wordlessly removed her fist and turned me over. She shoved her hand in my mouth, making me lick my ass juices off of it. She stripped down to her slip, which was actually a breast binding corset, and fishnets, and grabbed a handful of hair in each of her hands. She pulled my face up into her hungry wet snatch. She, a smoker, was bitter, but I was her subby little slut, I wasn’t going to complain. Or should I? I pushed her weight off of me and blew the juices out of my mouth. She knew exactly what I was alluding to and she released me. She walked over to her coat and from her pocket removed her lighter and a smoke. She took a long drag and resumed her place over my head, grabbing my hair harder and slapping my face. I lapped at her sloppy bitter cunt and suddenly my nipple was stinging. She was holding the cherry of her cigarette against it and I fucking loved it. I continued to swirl my tongue on her clit and plunge it in and out of her waiting hole. I rubbed my sopping pussy as she continued to pull my hair and use me as her ashtray. She came in my mouth and stood up, placed a spiky heel into my chest and throwing her cigarette into my belly button.  The pain was agonizing, overwhelming and incredible. I released, crying out, and she shoved her heel into my mouth to keep me quiet. We cleaned ourselves up and left the room just in time to see the sun setting on the watery horizon. Ahoy mateys!

Smoking Fetish Phone Sex with Carla: You Smoke Cock, Bitch

smoking fetish phone sex domme trannyI’m not a regular smoker, but I do enjoy smoking after master and servant play. I can be a bad ass bitch when I want to. I have a smoking fetish when I am in domme mode. I love making men my bitch, especially men who try to deny they want my panty surprise. This one pet I have was particularly hard to break. When I picked him up in a bar years ago, he acted all high and mighty like he was too good for a chick with a dick. Kept telling me he was no fag. Well, I am no fag either. I’m all girl, with the exception of a pretty 10 inch hard cock.

I showed him who was boss. I shoved him down on his knees, forced my cock in his mouth, lit a cigarette, and told him, “I smoke Marlboro, you smoke cock.” My cock. I skull fucked him for hours. Crammed his mouth full of cock and balls, while I blew smoke rings in his face.  I looked down at him and said, “Who is the fag now, bitch?” His mouth has been a vessel  for my cum and my ashes ever since.

smoking fetish phone sex sexy shemaleOnce a week, he comes to my dungeon. I put a chain around his neck because he is nothing more than a pet to me. Just something I own. He gets on all fours like the dog he is, crawls to me, begs for my cock, and I light up my cigarette. I wrap that chain around my hand so tight so I can jerk his neck, send pain to his trachea, if for a moment he doesn’t suck my cock like a vacuum cleaner. I flick my ashes on his back and if he gags or fights my cock crammed down his throat, he becomes a human ashtray as well as a cum receptacle. You have to train a bitch to suck your cock properly. Especially when you have a big thick cock like mine.

I’ll break and train you to handle my thick dick too. And while I do it, I’ll blow smoke in your face. Remember this bitch, I smoke Marlboro, you smoke cock. My cock!

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