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Master reminded me that now that it’s getting warmer that I’ll have fewer clothes to use for hiding my slut stripes. It makes my pussy wet to think about him marking me to show everyone that he can spank me, slap me, flog me, or anything, and I’m lucky to get it from him. I’m a lucky pain slut to have a Master that gets me and knows that I need a firm hand to feel like things are as they should be. I’m such a horny submissive kitten. I get so wet when he controls me like that.
Master told me to make sure that I have some extreme kinky phone fucks this weekend. He said that I better have spanking phone sex and better take it as the useless masochist. So far, so good. A lot of Dom callers like to use my fuck holes and my hands. They like making me spank my jug and twist my nipples. Would you like to command me on how to be a service whore for your cock? I’ll do anything. I’ll deep throat your dick, squeeze the jizz out with my cunt, or you can unload in my tight ass.
My Master often loves having cock worshiping sessions. I know that all men love having their cocks played with and sucked, but when we have these sessions, Master makes them last for a really long time. Long after his cock has lost the ability to get hard anymore, he still makes me stay on my knees and keep sucking until he can get it up again. Master can last for a long time and get hard again more easily than most men, but even a King like him has his limits. I also have limits, but he often tells me that he really doesn’t give a fuck about that.
I am always on my knees sucking until my legs basically feel numb and my jaw is sore and very tired. That doesn’t matter to Master. If I start slacking with the way I worship his cock and balls, he gets really mad and stands up and starts fucking my throat until tears roll down my cheeks. Master says that that is what I deserve. He isn’t wrong and I know that. So when I get throat fucked, instead of crying, I apologize profusely and ask him to please let me get back to worshiping him. It’s exhausting, but I love making him happy, so it’s always my pleasure.
Hello, Sir. Have you come to turn me into a cum slut phone sex whore? My Master Tomas always instructs me to do everything that my callers tell me to do, even if it’s something that I don’t want to do or am disgusted by. Master has made it very clear to me that when I am on the phone with you, you absolutely own me. So, if what you want to do is turn me into a cum slut, then that’s what will happen. I can’t wait to serve you and whoever you. Tell me what you need from me, Sir, and I will give it to you.
Have you always wanted to keep a whore locked up over a weekend and just shoot your loads all over her? My Master did that to me once and he really loved it. He wouldn’t let me shower or wipe any of the cum off, so by the time the weekend was over, I was a crusty, glazed mess. But my Master was happy and maybe that would make you happy, too. If not that, then I know you can come up with something else to do to turn me into a humiliated cum slut. I am ready to please.
The other night, I had an experience that would make for a great gangbang phone sex call that really turned me on. They all do, but this one in particular really made my submissive cunt wet more than it has been in a while. One night while my Master had his friends over, I was the prize for some kind of bet they made. But instead of the winner taking me and having me all to himself, he decided that it would be more fun for him and a bunch of his friends to fuck me gangbang style.
But it wasn’t just any gangbang. He invited a bunch of his black friends over because he wanted to watch me get fucked by a bunch of big black cocks. I was a little bit intimidated when I saw the size of some of them, but I knew I had to let them do whatever they wanted or else my master would punish me very severely. Saying no is something I am just not allowed to do. I can’t wait to tell you more about all of the nasty things they made me do. A masochistic submissive vixen like me loves to relive such things over and over again.
The first time I was a bukakke slut, it was by accident. I was at a holiday party thrown by my Master. He put me in a back bedroom naked so that if anyone got horny they could just come back and do whatever they wanted to me. Well, after one guy came on my face and tits, everyone just kept blowing their loads all over me. By the time the night was over, I was covered in cum from head to toe. I hated to wash it off, so while I was in the shower, I started thinking about how I’d get my next cum bath.
I’m so glad that I get bukakke phone sex calls and you guys want to tell me how you’d cover me in cum. If the thought of my face and body being covered in cum while you fuck my mouth or cunt, call me. I’m on this earth so serve men, so I’m willing to submit and let you have your way with me – as if I have any say in the matter. Cover me in your hot and gooey jizz right now and make me your whore. I’ll be waiting for you.
A few weeks ago, my Master told me that I was going to be his sexual hostage for an entire weekend. I’m used to being his submissive slut, but he rarely ever keeps me at his disposal for an entire 48 hours. I knew that he must be in a mood and that I was really going to get it. I walked into the bedroom that Master had turned into my slave room and saw that he’d had a medieval stockade installed. He’d been talking about it for a while, but I had no idea it was going to become a reality.
He put me in the stockade and blindfolded me. So there I was, on my knees and I couldn’t see anything. I don’t think I’d ever felt more vulnerable in my life. Of course, my mouth was still free and the first thing he made me do was suck his cock. He just walked up to me, told me to open my whore mouth, and fucked my face until he shot a load down my throat. He wasn’t gentle with me, either. There were tears rolling down my cheeks and I couldn’t even grab his cock and beg him to stop. Do you want to hear more about what happened that weekend? I’m ready to tell you, Sir!