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It’s Gangbang Saturday night.

Extreme fetish phone sexMy Master insists on Extreme fetish phone sex. Tonight it’s Gang bang night with at least 25 men coming over for one of his special parties. He says my slave pussy needs to be well used. He chains me over a bench with my legs spread. There’s a pile of whips and straps hanging next to me, as well as a basket of common utensils. Men are encouraged to fuck me with these items as well as beat me.

My name is NOTHING. My name is SLUT. My sole purpose in life is serving as I am ordered. Tell me to open my mouth. I know not what I will receive. Will you give me a filthy cock, a blast of piss, or will you turn around and make me your toilet. I know better than to complain. If Master knows that I’ve refused one of his guests, I will be beaten, starved, and locked in blackness.

Please use to me to take out your aggressions, make me  pay for another bitch pissing you off, and take out your sexual frustration on me. Your wish is my command. My body is not my own. How will you use it tonight?

Training your own submissive whore

BDSM chatLet me give you some BDSM chat lessons on how to train that disobedient cunt in your own life. I was once like her. Lazy, inattentive to your needs, spending all of your money, and fucking around and partying while you work. Quit being a pussy and put your foot down…right on her throat. Act like a man for a change. Be the King of your house.

First of all, withhold money and cock. If she bitches, tie her up and spank that bare ass hard. Make a list of daily expectations and chores. If they are not complete when you get home, throw her in a cold shower and string her up by her wrists. Your cock will get raging hard when you do this a few times, but you must NOT fuck her. Cock is a privilege now. She must beg you to be allowed to suck it.

Remove the food from the house. Take her car away. You must break this worthless bitch so you can train her. My Master used the same method on me. She will cry and beg but just like me, she will submit. Don’t be afraid to bring out that new riding crop that you’ve been dying to apply to that pretty little ass.

Once you get these basics down, you’re ready for Part II. Call me and we can talk more about it. Soon your whore will be as obedient as me.

 

Daddy’s Little Pissing Fuckdoll

Pissing phone sexSome of my first girlhood memories are those Pissing phone sex ones with Daddy. I guess Father’s Day is making me a bit nostalgic. I was lying back on my bed today, pounding my tight  slit with my dildo and reliving those moments with Daddy.

I was so young when Daddy walked in on me in the bathroom. I was sitting on the toilet and he had to piss. I yelled at him to get out but he had his cock out already. He was drunk. “Guess I’ll just piss on you.” he muttered. “Dad.” I screamed.  His hot urine blasted all over my face and onto my shirt, soaking it.  I spread my legs wide and pointed to the toilet. “In here, Dad.” He grinned as he squirted yellow urine all over my little bald pussy.  “Ooooh, my little girlie sure has a pretty pussy. You’re making Daddy’s cock real hard.”

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He shoved his pissy cock right in my face, grabbing my hair.  I opened my mouth to yell and he shoved it down my throat. All I could do was suck it and try not to choke. He didn’t take long to blow a load all over his daughter’s face.

From my first taste of piss and cum that day, I was addicted.  Being Daddy’s pissing slut led to other things as he introduced me to the joys of butt fucking and being human toilet tissue. Come listen to my tales or re-enact the games that Dad and I loved to play.

Bondage and submission.

 

 

Spank this bare ass.

bare bottom spankingWho doesn’t like a bare bottom spanking. It takes us all back to the days when we were young. Being turned over mommy or daddy’s knee for our punishment.  Some of us really like it. I know I did. Feeling daddy’s wrath as he fired up my ass with his cock pushed against my thigh. I knew that if I begged enough, he would rub my little ass and make it feel all better. How many of you did that?

Or maybe you prefer being the Master. Having control and doling out those spanks. The fire in your hand as it slams against bare flesh, then grabbing a belt or wooden spoon to continue.. The cries for mercy as I beg you to stop. I can’t take anymore. “Please, Master, no more.” as you  tear up my flesh, making it cherry red, then blue and purple. You love being in charge and owning me.

You should hear my stories of the objects that Master uses to punish me. There are so many common household items that work so well for spankings. Care to share of your own ideas with me? This slut loves to be beaten hard.

 

I’m a little slave slut

BDSM phone sexJust a little bit buzzed tonight after a wild BDSM phone sex party. I thought I’d entertain you with a nursery rhyme. This one just might make your cock a little hard. Call me now and make me sing it for you. I’ll even your stick your cock in my mouth and hum it for you.

I’m a Little Sex Slave  (sung to I’m a Little Teapot)

 

I’m a little slave slut, Ass hanging out

Here is my love sleeve. Here is my mouth.

When I get well beaten, Then I shout.

Fuck my asshole. Fuck my mouth.

 

I’m a special bitch, yes it’s true.

Just look at what damage my master can do.

I can take a beating, a blow to the snout

Just bend me over and bottom me out.

 

I’m a little sexpot, with a busted pout

Here is my fuckhole, here is my mouth

When I’m well beaten, then I shout.

Bend me over and bottom me out!!!

 

I’m a special sex slave, yes it’s true.

Just look at my pussy. It belongs to you.

I can make a man cum with my mouth.

Just tip me over and bottom  me out.

 

(I’m a Little Tea Pot
By George H. Sanders and Clarence Z. Kelley, © Marilyn Sanders Music)
Make me sing you all kinds of slutty songs while we fuck. I love it.

Pantyhose Foot Fetish Fun

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So, there’s this thing called submissive phone sex. I have been living the nightmare for over 8 yrs now and Master’s demands are just getting more outrageous with time. Last night you called me to your den. I bowed at your feet. You yanked me up by my hair and ordered me to put on my “slut suit.”  That meant we were probably going to one of your famous parties where it would be “no-holes-barred” with me. I’d get passed around like a plate of Hors d’oeuvres in a starving crowd of drug doused pervs.  I knew by the time I went home, I’d be a mess of raw flesh, covered in bruises, and exposed to all kinds of disease.

Tonight, you wanted me to wear pantyhose and heels. I knew that was code for your foot fetish crowd. They cared nothing about my pussy or mouth. These were piggie-sucking and fucking,  joe-jam slurping losers. Shredding my pantyhose open to get to my pink-toenailed jewels. Several of them at one time would be rubbing their cocks over my legs and feet, admiring the soft foot flesh. They’d press my soles together, fervently fucking my my foot pussy.

What they don’t know is your dirty secret. Later, when the party is over, you’ll have me peel off the ripped and jizz soaked pantyhose. You’ll put them to your nose, inhale deeply, and then moan. I will stroke your cock, chanting. “Pretty pink piggies, all soaked in cum.” You’ll suck out all of the fuck juices from my smelly hose until you spurt your own load on my waiting little tootsies.

 

Abducted and Tortured

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Some people chose the bondage phone sex life and others are forced into it. I was never given a choice. It certainly wasn’t a lifestyle that I chose, but one that I’ve come to accept. I miss my family and If I ever want to see them again, I must comply with my Master’s wishes.

I always thought human trafficking or flesh peddling was a joke. Just an excuse to account for the runaways. But now that I am personally living this nightmare, I finally understand the evil truth.

There’s a party tonight. High society in the bondage kingdom and I know Master plans to take me. It reminds me of the Kennel Club show where the dog gets named best in show. He’ll dress me all up and flaunt his property. I will be expected to tend to the needs of anyone who asks. Basically, I get to be a punching bag and fuck doll to any man who wishes to inflict pain upon me. I’m a good little poochie though. I’ll be the perfect slave. Tonight I will still be forced to listen to the tortured screams of the others who failed to please the Masters. For some it will be the End. For others the torment just goes on forever.

Submissive phone sex with Annalise

submissive phone sex

I sit alone in my chastity belt. Master caught me playing with my pussy. To punish me he put this torture device that clamps onto my labia while a long wand reaches up into my pussy. he has the remote control. At his whim, he can send shock waves through me, bending me double.

I should’ve know better. I was lost in my own little world fantasizing about giant cocks and black men. My hand slid into my panties. Perhaps if I were a better slave, he would allow me to service a black stud for him. Master is cruel but his cock is small. Maybe that’s why he punishes me so harshly.

I know that when he comes home from work tonight that my punishment will continue. His anger is unlimited when I am disobedient. Maybe he will shove a garden hose up my cunt and turn it on full blast or maybe he will hang me with nipples clamps until I beg for mercy. I never know what to expect. So, for now, I will sit here in lock down, waiting for the pain that is sure to come. I know my place. It’s at my Masters feet and I will worship him like a god forever.

How may I please you, sir?

Training the newbies

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“Harder.” I screamed. “Make it hurt.”  The belt landed solidly against my naked ass. I arched with the pain of my bondage phone sex whipping, feeling my pussy getting wet. Just a few more blows and I knew I’d be coming. You were new to this. You didn’t hit with nearly as much force as Master did. I knew that if I allowed you to go easy on me, that I’d pay for it later.  Trainees like you were not uncommon. In all of the years since I’d been abducted and forced into slavery, I’d seen so much young ones pass through these doors.

I began to taunt you, hoping that it would be just what you needed to really turn lose on me. I hissed ugly words between my clenched teeth. You didn’t even know how to insert a ball gag properly. “Faggot. Loser. Tiny dick.” I provoked you. Finally some emotion from you. I could see your jaw clench. Your cock was rising over the top of your leather pants. I knew you couldn’t take much more.

One more act of disobedience was all it took. You were on me like a wolf on fresh kill. You grabbed me by the throat, forcing your fuck stick down my gullet. I choked and you began to punch me as you pumped into my face. I could smell the stench of your sweaty balls as you fucked me. The bile rose in my throat but I swallowed it. You were just like the others. An evil controlling man whose penis was only hardened by abusing a helpless person.

You pulled out with the first throb of your cock. Slippery with my spit, you gripped it, jacking it. I bowed my head and waited for the shower of cum. Sluts like me were born for one reason. To take the abuse that other women refused and make it my talent. Knowing that I was dead forever to my family, what did it matter what happened to me now?

Lost

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It’s been 15 years since I was kidnapped. So many years of bondage phone sex that I’ve forgotten how to be normal. I was living the good life as the trophy wife of a local businessman. A mother of two young ones. A pillar of the community. My hubby had lured me into the cuckold life that he loved. Men were always coming and going. Looking back, I wonder if this was all planned. The day I was attacked, everyone was gone. A masked man dragged me into a van and my life changed forever.
My abductor was a cruel man. He broke me, starved me, and beat me senseless. I’ll never forget the day he brought home the newspaper where my husband had me declared dead. I lost the will to live that day. He owned me now. He knew where I was weak. My fiesty side was gone. I was dead inside. I was property, like a pet. I faced the life that he forced me to live.
Six months later, it all changed. He brought home another paper where my husband was marrying my best friend. That night, I begged him to kill me. And believe me, he tried. All of his angry lust spilled out as he inflicted every horror in his dungeon upon me. I lashed me, strung me up, violated me with every object. But I felt nothing inside. I was meat. Just a pretty plaything that he could share with his friends. And somewhere along the way, my pain turned to arousal. My pussy throbs with each blow, every kick, and every vile word. I am now a submissive whore. Chained, helpless, and born to serve my master. Use me as your cum dumpster, ashtray, or footstool. I know my place. I am nobody.