Cheap Phone Sex with Donatella and Gwendolyn Serve Obedience

I arrive at the Elite Mask Party knowing exactly why I was invited. I don’t pretend I belong here for conversation or champagne. Cheap Phone Sex is how they found me, and tonight I’m here to kneel, obey, and be used exactly how I crave, like a complete nigger slut. I lower my eyes the moment we enter, already feeling the weight of expectation settle over my shoulders.

I move slowly, deliberately, every step submissive, every breath controlled. The room is filled with confident men who don’t ask questions. They don’t need to. I’m here to serve, to open myself to instruction, to be guided by hands that take without hesitation. When one of them tells me to kneel, I do it instantly, grateful for the simplicity of obedience.

I don’t speak unless spoken to. I listen. I wait. I offer myself quietly, letting my body say everything my voice isn’t allowed to. I feel the attention shift between us, men deciding who gets what first, who directs, who watches. I exist for that decision. I exist to please, like a total slave, ready to serve all night.

That’s when Gwendolyn steps forward.

My servant slut friend doesn’t hesitate for a second. She sinks beside me, posture perfect, eyes lowered even further than mine. When she speaks, her voice is soft, eager, obedient to the core. She introduces herself exactly how she was trained to, reminding them she’s here to assist, to serve, to make everything easier.

She follows instructions instantly. When told to touch, she touches. When told to wait, she waits. Her obedience is beautiful, almost calming, and I feel proud knowing she’s mine to guide even while we’re both being used. She checks in with me silently, while slowly touching my pussy, with a glance and a deep moan, making sure she’s pleasing everyone properly, with her dick sucking lips, on her knees like a total slut.

The night unfolds in turns and commands. Hands direct us where to go, how to move, when to kneel again. There’s no rush. Control stretches time, making every order feel heavier, more meaningful. Gwendolyn thrives under it, responding with soft confirmations, whispered acknowledgments, gratitude dripping from every sound she makes.

By the end, we’re both exactly where we belong. Quiet. Open. Fully used and covered in cum in the way we consented to be. When it’s over, we don’t scramble or speak. We wait to be dismissed.

Obedience doesn’t end when the party does. It stays with us. And we carry it home together having 2 Girl Phone Sex.