BDSM phone sex is really fun to get yourself tied up for an afternoon. Daddy was really angry at me when I got home today. I asked him and then I saw my recent report card lying on the table. I knew that I had failed english but I had also failed history. It’s not MY fault that the hottest guys in school were in both of those classes! I tried to explain it but Daddy wasn’t listening to me. His eyes kinda went glassy and he grabbed me by the arm and started pulling me downstairs. I was trying to get him to let me go but he just tightened up his grip and pulled me downstairs. As a brat I was never allowed in the basement and now I knew why. It was a BDSM playground down there! I saw whips and canes hanging on the walls. There were paddles of different shapes and sizes on a table. A big bench that looked like it was meant for church with an area for kneeling. There was a big cross on the wall with some leather cuffs attached. It seemed that everywhere I looked there was something scary to look at. He brought me over to the bench and knocked my knees out from behind me and forced me to lie over the top. He then tied my hands to the front and my legs spread in the back. He shoved a red ball in my mouth and then proceeded to spank me so hard with his hand and some of his paddles that I thought my cheeks were going to be bleeding. When he finished all of his anger seemed to have disappeared and my loving daddy was back. He told me that he was sorry but that it needed to be done. He told me that I needed to pay more attention in my classes and my sore behind should ensure that. He then told me that if I failed any more classes that the punishment would be much worse next time.
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Stripping Like A Submissive Slut
I’ve been trying to keep in shape during all this quarantine nonsense, so I installed a stripper pole in the front parlor. It’s not like we were having company anyway, so it just didn’t seem like a big deal to me. Well, school went back into session and we started letting the brats attend. I live right across from the school, and I’ve had the hots for the crossing guard for years.
Well this morning, I was up early doing my regular dance routine on that pole, shaking my ass like the little whore that I am when I caught him staring at me. He wasn’t just glancing, I could see how hard is cock was through his pants and I knew that he had been watching me slide my lithe little body up and down that pole, shaking my ass and rubbing my perfect tits. I get really nasty with my pole, and sometimes I let it grind right against my little clit.
I realized the crossing guard had seen all of this, and it turns me on so fucking much! I almost died when I realized, but then I realized how much wetter I was! I put on my favorite song to dance to, a little Pussycat Dolls, and started grinding up and down that pole, full-on fingering myself right in front of my window. I saw the crossing guard start to rub his cock through his pants, getting nervous every time a car drove by. It was dark, so I turned up the light so he could get a better view.
When the song was over, I closed my curtains and sat down to start finger fucking myself. That having been such a hot fucking experience! Not even 10 minutes later, my doorbell rang. And guess who was at the door.
Anal Play Stretching
You don’t even have to ask, just lube that thick fucking cock up and slide it directly into my tight little asshole. I want you to turn me in to the dirtiest anal cum dumpster that has ever been thought of. How many loads do you want me to take? Three? Thirteen? How about thirty? I can get stretched and used that much all in one day, as long as I get my nose candy fix. Coke myself out a little bit, and take the pounding that I deserve in my once tight Chocolate Starfish. There’s just something about getting my little ass stretched out that turns me on so much. It hurts so fucking good, but it sure is shit makes my pussy dripping fucking wet. Sometimes my nipples leak too, and I swear to God these anal fuckers love that more than anything else. Except for when I squirt while they’re banging me in the booty. Yeah I can cum from taking loads in my ass just like the perfect submissive whore. That’s why none of these bitches can compete with me. I can give all these fucking John’s something that they can’t, and that is the ability to be the perfect anal cum Pocket Pussy, where they can deposit and drop all of that delicious baby gravy.
Big Tit Photos Make Me Rich and Relevant
Big tit photos have kept a roof over my head the past several months. I have a nice rack. I did not always have big tits, however. Without a boob job, I would be a barely B cup. I had a wealthy patron when I was 18 who gave me tits in exchange for some naked pictures. Little did I know back then that he would sell my pics over and over and make way more money than he gave me for my boob job. Rookie mistake. I was never mad at him, however, because my boobs have made me money over the years and gotten me out of trouble. Plus, those first pics when I was just barely legal made me an Internet sensation and I booked gig after gig. When I tried to get into fetish modeling at 18, I was turned down time after time because my tits were barely there. Jim turned me down and told me to get boobs and come back. When I cried to him about being a runaway and broke, he took me under his wings, got me boobs and once I was healed, made me famous in the fetish world. We are still friends. He came to visit me at the strip club this week. It was a surprise and because of masks, I did not recognize him until we were in the VIP room. It was a pleasant surprise. He had a gig for me. One that would pay well and right now, who does not want some extra money? He has a private dealer who wants some sexy bondage pictures. He wants the model to be tall, blonde and buxom. He knew just the slut for the job. I start filming on October 26th. I get to travel to Ohio. Not exactly exotic, but I am being put up in a nice Air B and B for a week and being paid $10,000 for a week of bondage. I do bondage phone sex, but the real thing is where the money is at. If I did not have such big tits, I would be poor, boring and unknown.
Kinky Erotic Roleplaying
Kinky erotic roleplaying is what I had in mind when I started dating my professor of Liberal Arts. I needed a fix for my daddy complex and he was powerful enough to help me with this. My father was an amazing man and independently wealthy. He left my mother early on for a young piece of ass. In fact it was for two women that were together. I just really have this twisted need to play out how I suspect their sex life would be. I wanted this lover of mine to pick up a sexy woman from the club and we could play this out with a naughty threesome. I have always been curious of being with a girl and guy so this would be my amazing sex idea. We hooked up with a sweet college girl and she was smoking hot. I got to kiss her and make out with her as we did lines and got toasted. I enjoyed getting hot and heavy with her. My lover joined in kissing up my leg and over to hers. He is running his fingers up both of our thighs and finding some moist panties. He doesn’t hold back and starts slipping our panties down and burying his face between our legs. We are pressed together on the bed. He is leaning between our legs. It’s the most amazing thing. He had us both coming hard.
Hardcore Ass Fucking for a Soccer Mom
If I wanted my weekend coke supply, I had to give a hardcore ass fucking show to my dealer. Now, I thought that meant him and his buddies were going to assault my asshole for hours with big black dicks for fun. That is usually what I must do to score free coke. Marcus had something else in mind for me. He had a bitch who owed him money. He thought it would be fun to have me sodomize this girl. I rarely get to be the alpha. I am always the bitch. The desperate bitch who needs a fix and lets men do whatever they want to her to score free blow. Marcus let me do a few lines of top-notch coke off his big black cock to get me in nasty freak mode. That shit goes straight to my head and I have NO inhibitions. When he brought out the woman, I was surprised. She looked like me. Just another soccer mom from the burbs with a monkey on her back. According to Marcus, she likes Oxy. I am not a pill head. I am a coke head, but once I was high, I no longer saw a woman like me. I saw a means to get coke. Lots of coke to party with over a three day weekend. Marcus brought her out to me. She was folded up like a pretzel with her ass exposed. I fucked her ass with big dildos. I listened to her cry and beg for me to stop. I had fleeting thoughts of sympathy for her. But I needed coke more than I needed to do the right thing. I ended up fisting her asshole until it prolapsed. I turned her asshole inside out and Marcus and his pals rewarded me well. This drugs phone sex mommy has been partying hard all weekend long while some other soccer mom is sitting on an ice pack. Survival of the fittest.
Sometimes I Need Submissive Phone Sex
I am a sexy switch, but my roots are submissive phone sex. I think it is normal to become a bit more assured of yourself and dominant as you get older. I am not like some sadistic dominatrix, but I can talk back to men, demand they worship my pussy, or I can hurl some insults to small dick losers and Splenda daddies. I do get wet, however, when a worthy man takes charge and owns me. I was sharing submissive stories with a caller last night and got nostalgic for a master. I am in my 30s now and I think most men want younger slaves. I was looking at old fetish shoots I had done, and memories flooded back. About 10 years ago, I was in Ohio on a slave shoot. I used the photos for this job and the photographer paid me so he could sell my pictures to different fetish sites. I was in shackles and chains and my photographer popped a tent in his pants. I could not help but notice. I suggested before we finish the shoot, I take care of him. He grabbed my collar, pulled it tight and slapped my face. He unzipped his pants and skull fucked me while snapping pictures. He was my photographer, not my master, but I was turned on. I had a wet bald pussy thinking of him owning me like that. We had just met, and he was fucking me like a dirty bitch. That was the beginning of a long relationship. He has been my main photographer and punisher for years. We have no romantic connection, not even working together as long as we have. He knows I am a sex slave and he treats me like a dirty piece of ass. Some women want to be treated like princesses; some want to be treated like dirty whores.
Roleplay Phone Sex Pain Slut
I was grinding up and down the pole, showing off my tight little ass at my nice perky tits when we made eye contact. There was something different about him, something that commanded my attention. He approached stage right in the middle of my set, and coaxed me down into his lap with a couple hundreds. He immediately started to grab up on me, which is usually a no-no for the patrons. I looked over at security but they didn’t move. Was this the mysterious VIP that we’ve been waiting on?
He pinched one of my rosy nipples, causing me to moan quietly. His eyes lit up as he heard me over the music, and pulled me down tighter into his lap. He took off my panties,and slid his monster cock out of his pants. It seemed like he had a different pole he wanted me to slide down. There was something about the way he touched me, the way he stared so deep inside me I know I would feel him for the rest of my life, that made me do it. I swirled my hips, letting my pussy dance over his cock.
He was throbbing, and I could tell that it wouldn’t take long for him to blow a load inside of me. I was so fucking exciting, getting my sweet princess pussy stretched out by this stranger, all in the middle of my shift? Fucking hot. The Stranger leaned forward, and bit hard Into the sweet spot on my neck. I moaned again as my set ended, but I didn’t move from his lap. How could I? Just walk off from him pumping away deep inside of me?
I was bouncing up and down on it like some common whore. When he slapped me across my face as I started to cum, I knew I was going to be addicted. When he asked me to go home with him, there was no way I could say no.
Phone Sex Roleplay
I love erotic roleplaying. It is not just for phone sex either! I think couples should do sexy roleplays to spice up their love lives. Too many couples stuck in a rut, doing the same thing over and over. BORING. Even though I change men like I change panties, I still like variety in the bedroom. This older man I see from time to time loves naughty little role plays too. He asked me if I could find a playmate for us. He had this fantasy of punishing two schoolgirls. He asked if I could be a naughty little school. I may be in my 30s, but the beauty of roleplaying is you can be any age. I was happy to pretend to be much younger. So was my bestie Lynn. When I suggested he whack our bottoms, he got hard. Lynn and I put on naughty Catholic school girl outfits, put our hair in ponytails, and gave him the fantasy phone sex experience he wanted. He pretended to be the dean of an all girls school who had to discipline us for not wearing the standard uniform to school. He threw me over his knees first, yanked my panties down and smacked my bare bottom with his hand. I got so wet as he paddled me. I squirmed around on his lap to tease his hard cock some more. I played with my pussy as he spanked my equally naughty schoolgirl BFF. He ended up bending us over his desk and punishing our tight cunnies with his big hard stick. He pounded my pink sweet schoolgirl pussy. I even moaned and giggle like I did when I was a schoolgirl. He made a huge mess of our faces as he wrapped our ponytails around his wrists like handlebars and skull fucked us. The result was his biggest cum shot over our faces.
Submissive Phone Sex Slut Forced To Exercise
Master was royally pissed off at his submissive phone sex slut. “You dumb cunt.” He slapped me hard across my face. I smiled and thanked him. Master had put my whorish ass on a work out plan and diet, since quarantine had plumped up more than just my pussy. I’d been doing it for months, but much to his displeasure I still didn’t have a fat bitchy ass.
Master knew the perfect punishment. He took me to the club that night, and made all the men line up outside a private room. Inside, I was forced to bounce, grind, and ride every single man who entered. My thighs burned terribly by the time my soft, tight little pussy had milked a load out of my third john that night.
It was well after dawn when I finished the line. I was crying, a sweaty and cummy mess. Master took me home, and bathed me so sweetly before tucking me in to sleep. “Don’t worry, my sweet submissive slut. Master is going to help his slut get an ass. You’ll be whoring down at the club for the next two months until your ass comes in.” He kissed me goodnight as I started crying, barely able to move.