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Submissive Phone Sex with Wendy: Your Fuck Toy

It’s been three days now since you let me shower. All you allow me to do is get sucked, fucked, and covered in cum. After the first day I looked like a glazed donut and cum was pouring out of me, but that wasn’t enough to satisfy you. There were 20 other men, but I only really cared about pleasing you. Having my tight cunt and asshole stretched for you was one of the most degrading things I’ve ever been through, but it was also the most thrilling.
When I was too tired or sore, resting wasn’t an option until you said so. Nothing could be done without your permission, not even bathroom breaks. If I disobeyed you’ll just let one of your 20 friends beat on me or simply do it myself. Last night I was so exhausted that I started to fall asleep with a thick 8 inch cock in my ass, but I didn’t have permission to sleep. I woke up to you fucking my throat deep and gagging me with your massive prick.
My suffering wasn’t over even after you shot your warm cum down my throat. You still wanted to entertained by my suffering and abuse. It was humiliating, painful too, but I’ll never forget who I belong to. I’m just nasty little cum dumpster and your filthy fuck toy.

Hey Lover Boy

Are you in the mood for submissive phone sex training? I’m here let the play begin.   Come into my office and closed the door. First realize you are my slut. I will degrade and humiliate you.  Now I want you to kneel before me. I have a surprise for you. Underneath this skirt is a large strap on. Take it out and wrap your lips round it. Yes, that’s right my little cunt slave.  You are such a timid bitch, suck that dildo harder! I need you to get it all lubed up.  Lick it up and down, swirl that head, suck it long and hard..

Submissive Phone Sex

 I grab your head and force you to deep throat my strap on.  Come on baby make your princess happy!  I can feel you whimper and tremble. Your body squirms as you feel powerless in my grasp,  but I know on some level it turns you on.  I hold nothing back, I use all my strength to skull fuck you.  I hear you snivel at the thrust of my dildo in your face, I take please in your agony.  It turns me on more to know you are my cock sucking servant and you are finally powerless against me. I can tell by the way you hungrily suck my strap-on.  I make you feel sensual and free to express your want for dick under my command. You better believe this is just the beginning, and I’m going to make you a full fledged cock sucking whore tonight.  

Submissive Phone Sex with Cassandra: I Need a Master

Never judge a book by its cover. My cover suggests that I am a dominate spoiled bitch. Look at me. I am a blonde goddess.  Tall, busty, sensual, confidant in my skin…. But if you turn the pages of my book, you discover that looks are deceiving. I am a total submissive whore. Ever since I was a little girl and my daddy first forced his cock in my tiny holes, I knew that I was a submissive bitch.  I don’t date men, I belong to them.  I have masters, not lovers. I’m controlled, not controlling. I am used, not pampered. I’m dominated not dominant. I need a collar, not a ring. I get beaten not hugged. I deserve pain, not pleasure. I’m humiliated not praised. I’m hated, not loved. I get kicked, not kissed. I receive torture not gifts. I belong in a cage not a pedestal.  I’m insulted not complimented.  I don’t speak, I obey.

Hit me. Violate me. Cut me. Burn me. Bruise me. Hang me. Mutilate me. Fist me. Scar me. Degrade me. Suspend me. Bury me. Gag me. Electrocute me. Smother me. Drown me. Choke me. Suffocate me. Fillet me. Shock me. Spank me. Abuse me. Flog me. Kidnap me. Hunt me. Own me. Eat me. Bite me. Stab me. Deny me. Tease me. Punch me. Shoot me. Shove me. Piss on me. Push me. Hurt me. Kill me. Just don’t love me. I am worthy of hate, not love. I’m a whore, not a goddess.

I need a strong Master. Is that you?

Submissive Phone Sex with Janelle

I saw you at the bank, and I knew from experience that your good looks and charm had a twisted side. Your eyes were deep blue and seemed to be swimming with sick thoughts. I am used to having men oogle my body and breasts, but the way you stared me down made my pussy throb just thinking about what was going through your head. You were ahead of me in line, and once I was done and headed for my car, you were waiting for me. Leaned against my car, not even smiling.

I walked up slowly, not sure what to expect, and as I approached you just kept looking my body up and down, almost like you wanted to eat me alive. Normally I would have been offended, but something about you made me feel weak and feminine and vulnerable. Once I got close enough, you took me by the arm and swung me around throwing me back up against my own car. It took my breath away, you scared me, but it was broad daylight in a bank parking lot, so I didn’t panic.I felt my nipples harden inside my blouse, and I saw you noticed them too.

Submissive phone sex is usually something I dominate, but you had control of me from that very moment. You told me I looked like a dirty whore, and all I could do was nod. You told me you were going to fuck me and make me pay for dressing like such a whore. I wanted to hate you, but my pussy was getting more wet with every word you said. You told me to turn around and lift my skirt up. You were going to fuck me right there in the parking lot. There had to be cameras. You must have read my mind, because you told me that you didn’t give a fuck if security was watching, you said they would have some real ass rape porn to watch.

I lifted up my skirt, just like you told me to, and you rammed your cock right up my ass. I almost screamed, but took your cock deep inside, as I somehow wanted to please you. You dug your fingers into my hips so hard that I knew I would be bruised.  You came almost immediately, deep inside me. You pulled your cock out and your cum began dripping down my legs onto my shoes. You told me to get in my car, and not to wipe you cum off my legs. You told me to let it dry and sleep with it that way all night. I opened the car door and got in, my inner thighs soaked. He walked away without another word. I went to bed that night, your cum still dried on my legs, and dreamed over and over about running into you again soon….

Discipline

You know that sometimes I forget the rules or forget to obey them. You were getting really frustrated with me last week, more than usual. I can tell because my little ass is still covered with bruises and welts. You keep them fresh by spanking and whipping everyday so they don’t fade. Begging for you to stop doesn’t change anything, I should know better anyway because I don’t have the right to beg for anything.


When my whining gave you a headache you put the ball gag in my mouth to silence me. Then, you locked me in my cage and turned off every light. I was left alone in a pitch black room reflecting on my behavior. I regretted upsetting you very much Sir. You could tell how sorry I was two hours later when you let me out of that scary dark room. After you removed the gag you immediately filled my mouth with your massive cock before I could say anything. You slammed my head against the wall and kept pushing your prick deeper and deeper into my throat. Hearing me choke and gag didn’t slow you down either. You were going so hard and fast that I threw up!
It was so embarrassing when I puked, I could tell you were angry too. You even rubbed my face in the puddle and made me lick it up. Most of it was on the floor, but some was on your cock too. Once both were perfectly clean you went back to pumping your throbbing prick in and out of my throat. This time you didn’t stop until you filled my mouth with your warm, yummy cum.
Thank you Sir, for being so good to me…

Submissive Phone Sex with Blair: Your Mommy, Your Whore

My son told me to put on a slutty little outfit and be ready in 30 minutes. He was picking me up and taking me to one of his job sites. When we arrived there were about 15 laborers waiting for us. He pushed me into the middle of them and said, “Here is your holiday bonus.” I don’t think any spoke English, but they didn’t have too. I knew why I was there. To take care of them. Their cocks were out and I started sucking them, getting as many in my mouth as I could. As I was down on my knees being a dirty little whore, I could feel cum splattering on my ass and back. Even felt fingers exploring my cunt and ass. I looked over and my son was filming his mommy getting gang banged by a bunch of illegal workers. I felt like a dirty whore.

I was covered in cum when the cocks started fucking me. My ass, my cunt, my mouth… nothing was off limits. Every hole I have was double stuffed and filled with cum. I was shoved down in the dirt being violated by dirty day laborers who didn’t even speak English. My son pimped me out as a holiday bonus to them. Said pussy was better to them than money any day. Added that I was a stupid bitch here to serve him so I best not complain.

The things he makes me do sometimes are so humiliating, so degrading. But you know what? I love it. I know I am a submissive whore. I do better being under the control of a strong dominant man. Mommy Blair is here for whatever perverted, sick, twisted fantasies you have. I never say no.

From Cigarettes to Cock

Today is the Great American Smokeout. It is a day that is designed to encourage people to quit smoking. I have been a smoker for decades. I have developed quite an addiction for cigarettes. I love smoking. As a submissive whore, many a master has not approved of my addiction and used me as a human ashtray in an attempt to break me, show dominance and hopefully create an aversion to smoking for me. But, as a pain slut, the feel of a cigarette being put out on my tongue, ass, tits, even clit, just made me want to smoke more. So, it has been increasingly harder to quit.

On the American Cancer Society’s web page they have tips for quitting. They even have characters for the type of quitter you want to be. Well, I know there is no way in hell I can be a cold turkey. I’m not that strong.  I decided I could be  “The Substitute.” This is someone who uses distraction and substitutions to help bust cravings. The ACS suggests creating new habits to curb one’s desire to smoke. For substitutes to smoking they suggest carrots, celery, candy, gum… Really? Like that is gonna work for a hard core smoker like me.

I decided my substitute would be cock. I was gonna swallow shafts to curb my addiction. If I was a pack a day smoker that means I need 12 cocks a day to suck to help me stop smoking. Luckily I love cum. I have sucked 6 cocks today so far. I picked up one at the coffee house; another at the gas station; one at the mall; and I hit the jackpot at the liquor store with a group of frat boys who wanted nothing more than to have their rods sucked by a hot MILF type. It is amazing how many guys are willing to help a gal out. All I have to say is, “I’m trying to stop smoking and I need something more healthy to put in my mouth, can you help me?” Guys just start pulling their cocks out to assist. So many guys want to help me stop smoking. Warms my heart, and my mouth!!

Turns out I love cum. Cum taste just as good if not better than nicotine. I think I can stop smoking if guys keep offering to help me. Would you help me? I am a very oral woman, obviously! I will shallow your shaft and your load. I have nice big tits to assist in milking that load out of you too. If I have a dozen cocks at least a day, I will be able to break my nasty smoking habit. Fill my belly up with cum and help stop my cravings. Instead of a human ashtray, I want to be a cum dump whore.

I want you to hurt me

You’ve made me pay for lying and sneaking around like a dirty whore. I’ll admit that I’ve grown to like the attention, but because I’m your property I try to behave. Every punishment you give me I know I deserve. When you locked me away in that awful cage for two nights I had to eat my dinner from a dog bowl. You even invited some of our friends over to watch my humiliation.
All the canning has left my ass covered with painful welts and bruises. Yesterday morning you made me wear a skirt short enough that everyone could see the bruises on my thighs in public. So many people were staring, some were even laughing. The truth is, maybe I break rules because I like the attention and I love when you punish me. Would that be so bad? I want to be your good girl and I want to be your willing slave too. You know I’ll be anything, also do anything that you want. Recently I discovered that I like being a bad girl too.


Whenever I break a rule it’s exciting now. All I think about when I misbehave is how you’ll punish me. Lately I’ve been very difficult and bratty, it must be driving you crazy. Before I was always so eager to do whatever you demanded without hestitation. Sometimes I forget to address you as Sir or Master on purpose just so you’ll cane me. I hope it’s not too obvious. It’s just such a rush to see you angry and powerful. Nothing else makes my pussy so wet or makes my whole body tremble and you barely have to touch me.
Maybe this is what you had planned all along, maybe you wanted me to become this much of a pain slut. Soon I’ll probably be begging for beatings or for more degrading humiliations. It already feels like an addiction which makes me somewhat ashamed. I feel like some sort of twisted pervert. I’ve been thinking of you hurting me when I sneak away at night to play with myself. While I rub my swollen clit I picture you choking me, whipping me, and even cutting me. There are so many ways that I want you to hurt me that I’m starting to think I might be insane. I really can’t help it, I just want so much more. I only hope I don’t have to push you too far to get it.

My Naughty Crush

I don’t give a crap about politics. But when I see “Ready for Hillary” signs, all I can think of is hell yes I am ready for a strong dominant bitch to own me. She may not be conventionally pretty, but I find her hot. Smart, sassy, educated and a ball buster. She can be my Mistress anytime. I have this fantasy about her that gets my cunt super wet.  I picture Hillary wearing a strap-on and taking total control over me. You know she made Bill her bitch.  I’m not a lesbian, but Hillary is pretty manly and I have no doubt she would be a stern master. I want to be her slave. Wear a dog collar that says “Hillary’s Pet” and everything.  I want to be down on all fours worshiping her ass. Licking it, giving her a rim job, fingering her cunt until she cums all over my face. I want her to face sit on me for hours, smothering me with her wet hairy snatch. And once she creams on me again, she throws me over her knees, spanks me until my ass is bright red. But the best part, the hottest part of my fantasy is when she bends me over and fucks my ass so hard with her strap on I am screaming for mercy.

I love a strong dominate bitch. I am submissive  to both genders. My son will always be my primary Master. But,  am I ready for Hillary? You bet. I am ready for her to fuck my ass and make me her bitch. I’m ready for you too.

Master Knows Breast

When I was just a wee girl, I would sit on the couch with my parents and watch classic TV shows like “Father Knows Best.” It was such a wholesome family show. My mom was clueless about what my daddy would do to me after he tucked me into bed. He always slithered back into my room after she was asleep and said it was time to play a little game; a special game just between him and me. His game was called “Father Knows Breast.” He would suck on my titties. They were smaller then, but he loved to play with them.  He did all sorts of things to my breasts at night. He would tie them up; put nipple clamps on them; pour hot wax over them; put his cigarette out on my nipples; bite them; cover them in melted chocolate for a special midnight snack; spank them; squeeze them… There was nothing off limits in his game of Father Knows Breast. My breasts were his to do with as he saw fit.

His favorite thing to do of course was to fuck them. He would climb on top of me at night, push them together, and put his big daddy dick in between them until he shot a load of thick jizz all over them.  He would call me a dirty whore and a cock tease, then sneak back into bed with mommy. My boobs, my body belonged to daddy. They still do. He was my first master. Now, I have way bigger boobs and I love them to be mutilated and tortured in a game I call Master Knows Breast. Would you like to play?