Cheap Phone Sex with Donatella and Gwendolyn Serve Obedience

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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. 

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Submissive Sex Slut Never Gets Time to Be a Normal Woman

submissive sexThis submissive sex slut received the weekend off from her master. Normally, he requires my services at his BDSM club on the weekends. But master found himself trapped in Colorado with his wife after 2 feet of snow descended upon their little rental home. So, he could not return to open the club. And that gave me the weekend off. Although I felt bad that he got stuck inside with his ball and chain and could not enjoy his slave, I also felt grateful for a weekend off.

But I don’t have any friends. Even my own son and daughter hate me. So, I did something I know I’m not supposed to do. I went on Tinder looking to enjoy a little normal fun. But I did not want to be a submissive whore. I wanted a weekend free of spanking, whipping, bondage and humiliation.

But I can’t seem to find that anymore. It’s like some beacon follows me around announcing to the world that I’m nothing more than fuck meat. The guy I met on Tinder came over Saturday morning to fuck me. A younger guy who appeared to be in great shape, which meant great stamina for my old pussy. But when he arrived, he laughed at me. Told me I looked gaudy and fake. He slapped my face and punched my tits. So, I told him to leave. I didn’t sign up for this. And I wanted him out of my house.

As Submissive Slave. I Sometimes Crave Normal Sex

But he would not listen to me. He put his hand around my throat, pinned me against my wall and let me know he could snap my neck anytime he wanted. I almost pissed myself in that moment. So much for enjoying a weekend of normal fucking. Perhaps I don’t even know what normal fucking looks like anymore. I’ve been a slave for decades. In fact, I’ve been a slave since I was a schoolgirl.

This man clearly wanted to explore rape phone sex fantasies with me. Or some woman who looks like me or even mommy in general. He ripped my clothes off while squeezing my neck to strangle me. My whole body trembled in fear. I did not know if I would survive this. Did he want rough sex, or did he want to kill me? Turns out he wanted both.

Men Will Always Want to Get Violent and Rough with Me

After he forced his hard cock into my mouth, pussy, and ass, he told me he planned to suffocate me. He grabbed a plastic grocery bag and put it over in my head, denying me oxygen. But I’m a fighter. I’ve survived as a sex slave for 40 years. I did not plan on going out because I swiped right on the wrong asshole. So, I faked like I passed out. I’m a seasoned submissive. I can hold my breath a lot longer than the average woman.

While he thought he killed me, I got the upper hand and kicked him in the balls so hard he fell over and pissed on my floor. While down, I grabbed my cell phone, and I acted like I called 911. And he picked himself up and ran out of my house like a bat out of hell. He fucked me. But he fucked me roughly. And I just wanted a weekend of normal sex. Was that too much to ask? Perhaps I do not deserve normal sex. But my dumb ass will continue to try for it.

I’d prefer you cum torture me baby

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I prefer torture over normal. I’m not that kind of girl who enjoys dinner and a movie. I’d prefer getting brutally beaten and tied up for more. Of course that’s sexy and sweet, what you’re looking for. I’d love you to get as angry as my parents would get. Punishment and beatings. I guess you can say I’m hooked on humiliation. It’s the only way I feel validated by you. Are you up to the job? Have it in you?

Bondage and submission is the only way I fuck…

There’s no satisfaction for me until I’m a full time submissive whore. Show me your in charge. So many of you call me up, give me order and cuss me out. God damn, I love it. I wanna make you go way beyond being angry. I love a man that wants to make an example of my face, reminding me of “who’s boss”. I want you to make me call you sir as I’m on my knees. Standing over me with the uncertainty if your gonna beat the shit outa me. Spread my legs forcibly and take that rage and rape fantasies you have deep inside you out on me. Make me scream and cry. The only way to shut me up is with a throbbing danger dick down my throat.

I’m your cum eating whore!

It all depends on your mood am I right? If you’ve had a shitty day, I’ll feel it. Or if you’re sassy and litty. Drunk and on drugs. You prefer I do the same, shoving that old whisky down my throat prefer you rip my tight cunt apart. Each shot I’m feeling woozy and good. Sensations running through me watching the anger in your eyes. Tearing and ripping my ass to shred with your dangly danger dick. Rapidly fuck the shit outa my sloppy wet dripping pussy before you shove that cock back into my face. That nasty back and forth torture. Grasping for air while your balls deep. So full of anger, sexy as evil hell. .

In and out I’m  barely breathing so thick full of cum dripping down my throat and spreading it all over my face like a monster. Busting nuts reminding me who’s in charge. You grab your shaft, one more time stroking it harder and harder and pulling my hair, waiting for that final fucking eruption.

Submissive Whore Eliana Is The Best Set of Holes

I’m Eliana, your filthy little submissive whore. First off just the thought of belonging to you makes my cunt drip like a broken faucet.
Right now I’m sitting here with my thighs already slick. In fact my panties are soaked through because I can’t stop imagining you owning every inch of me. Consequently, my pussy throbs the second I picture your hand wrapping tight around my throat. All while you tell me I’m nothing but a set of holes made for your cock.
For this reason I get so embarrassingly wet thinking about how you’ll stretch me open. And how you’ll spit on my swollen clit and make me beg to be filled. Inside me deeper, harder, until I’m crying and thanking you for it.
Then I fantasize about kneeling at your feet, mouth watering, cunt clenching around nothing while you decide whether I deserve your dick today.

I’m Ready to Be Your Nasty Little Submissive Whore. Always.

Next the idea of you bending me over, spreading my ass cheeks and watching my greedy little hole wink at you excites me. This leaves me desperate for whatever you choose to give it.  Whether it’s fingers, tongue, cock, plug, your cum. Honestly it’s enough to make me grind against my own hand without permission.
Then I leak so much when I think about you marking me inside, pumping me full until it’s dripping down my thighs. All just reminding me who I belong to.
Embarrassingly, my nipples ache just from typing this. By now my clit is so fat and sensitive I could cum untouched if you ordered me to. Or just edge for hours, whimpering your name, promising I’ll be your perfect cum-dump. It’s my will to be your obedient fucktoy, your desperate breeding bitch.
Finally I want to be ruined for anyone else—pussy molded to the shape of your cock. And trained to flutter and squeeze the moment you snap your fingers.
Please, Master… use me. Wreck me. Own me completely.
My dripping cunt is already weeping for you, waiting for the moment you claim what’s yours.
Submissive whore

Bondage Whore Jacqueline Gives It All To Her Master

Bondage whoreBondage whore is what I identify as. And I love it! As I stand before you, bound and gagged, my heart races with anticipation. The ropes that bind me are tight against my skin, digging into my flesh as they hold me in place. My body is covered head to toe in black latex, leaving nothing to the imagination. Fishnet stockings cover my legs, adding a delicate yet provocative touch to the ensemble.

You approach me from behind, your hard cock already pressing against the seam of my panties. Without warning, you tear through the fabric like it’s nothing and thrust yourself deep inside me. I let out a muffled moan around the ball gag in my mouth as you begin to pound away at my tight little hole.

The sensation of being taken so roughly from behind is both exhilarating and terrifying all at once. Every time you pull out only to slam back in again, it feels like I’m being split apart at the seams. But despite myself, I can’t help but arch my back towards you in search of more pleasure… or maybe just relief from this intense sensation coursing through every fiber of my being right now?

As our rhythm picks up pace and intensity increases tenfold ,I feel myself getting closer…closer still until finally -with one powerful thrust-you send me over edge into an orgasmic release unlike any other before it .My body shudders uncontrollably under yours while hot sticky cum fills every crevice within reach.

As the waves of pleasure wash over me, I can feel your cock throbbing inside my pussy as you reach your own climax. The feeling is indescribable – being completely at your mercy like this…it’s both exhilarating and humiliating all at once. But somehow it feels right too; almost natural in this twisted sort of way that we share together now .

As our passion subsides ,you slowly withdraw from deep within me leaving behind a trail of stickiness between us .You untie some ropes but keep others tightly bound around wrists & ankles so i remain restrained for later use if needed.. You lean down close to whisper into ear “That was just round one sweetheart” before walking away with smirk on face knowing full well what he has planned next for his captive audience member who cannot resist him no matter how hard she tries

Sexy Bondage on Gracie is a sight you can’t deny!

Sexy Bondage

“I am going to tie you up in Sexy Bondage, my little Whore”

My guy knows I like being submissive, but I’ve been wanting to try something a bit nastier. So, when you suggested tying me with some thick black rope, you could tell I was nervous.

You pried my legs open wide and tied them and my arms to each corner of the bed. Pussy lips parted and open for you, already wet in anticipation.

To take it up a notch, you also blindfolded and gagged me, so I couldn’t say no.

You dripped hot wax from a lit candle down my torso. Making sure to hit each nipple, the burning sensation makes them harder.

Dripped into my belly button and finally down into my cunt. Wax was hitting my swollen clit, but my screams were muffled from the ball gag.

But this was only the beginning of your torture…

Submissive Whore

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Erotic BDSM Stories Donatella Lets You Take the Lead Tonight

Erotic BDSM StoriesTonight, I’m all yours, completely at your mercy. The silk of my lingerie clings to my curves, teasing every inch of my body, while I kneel at your feet, waiting for your command. My pulse races just thinking about how good it feels to surrender, to give you full control, and I shiver with anticipation under your gaze.

I’ve read so many Erotic BDSM Stories, but nothing compares to the thrill of feeling your hands on me, guiding me, testing me. You’ll discover exactly how obedient I can be, how desperate I am to please you, and how far I’ll go to earn your approval. Every whisper, every flick of the wrist, every gentle tug of the restraints excites me beyond words. I’m trembling just imagining your eyes tracing the lines of my body as I follow your instructions without hesitation.

My hands rest softly in my lap, but I’m ready to obey instantly. If you tell me to crawl, I’ll crawl. If you tell me to kneel, I’ll sink to the floor, eager for your touch. There’s nothing I crave more than the sound of your voice telling me what to do, the authority in your tone making me melt with every order. I live to serve, to submit, and tonight, I’m offering myself completely, no holds barred.

You’ll love the way I respond to the smallest gestures, how I arch my back to entice you, how I let out soft, eager moans when you give me attention. I want to feel your power and strength, your hands exploring me as I surrender willingly. Every inch of me is ready for your pleasure, and I’ll do everything I can to ensure you’re satisfied. The anticipation is almost unbearable, my body trembling with excitement at the thought of being commanded by someone as dominant and handsome as you.

I’m dressed for you, but it’s not just my lingerie that’s yours… it’s my mind, my body, my devotion. I ache to be tested, to be pushed to my limits, to feel the delicious sting of discipline mingled with pleasure. Your satisfaction is my obsession, and I’ll eagerly comply with every order, every whim, every desire.

Tonight, you take the lead, and I am your willing, submissive muse. I exist to obey, to entice, and to surrender. Let your imagination run wild… I’m ready for anything, eager to prove how much I adore being under your control. Every shiver, every gasp, every whispered “Yes, Master” is proof that I am yours entirely, and tonight, I’ll show you just how intoxicating my submission can be. 

 

Submissive slut mommy Jessica

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Jessica the submissive slut is back with another kinky and nasty story about being owned.

I came home from a long night and was cornered by my son again.

He saw the way I looked with my hair all tangled and sticky with cum.

My clothes were torn and had spots of jizz dried to them.

No matter how many times we do this, he knows that I can’t help myself.

I always end up going out and letting multiple men destroy my fuck holes.

He’s punished me for it so many times but every weekend I end up in the same torn up, worn out position.

This time he wasn’t as patient as the times before.

He slapped me across the face and called me a worthless cum dump slut.

Telling me how disgusting I was wasn’t enough.

I was forced to open my mouth so that he could shove his dick down my throat.

If you guessed that he fucked my face, you would be wrong.

He let loose and filled my mouth with his hot, yellow piss.

Swallowing what I could, I let the rest spill down my chin and drip down my body.

This enraged my son.

He slapped me even harder and told me what a nasty bitch I am.

After that, he forced me to put my lips to the floor and drink up the spilled piss puddle.

While I was trying to slurp up as much of it as I could, he was behind me drilling his hard dick into my whore asshole.

I didn’t dare fight him off or resist.

My holes were already wallowed out and oozing with the cum from so many other men.

Are you ready to use me as a submissive fuck toy too, since that’s all I’m good for?

 

My tight wet tootsie craves stranger danger, cum along for a ride

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Since i crave such punishment for validation I’ll do anything for my desires and craves. It started when I was a little young whore, no parents around I had to use my tight little pussy to survive. Finding the worst or the worst men to trample and brutally beat me just to feel wanted and loved. I’m hooked, just like your hook on taking your anger and rage on hot snacks like myself. It’s just too easy to do with me boo, so make me beg….

Bondage and submission give me life, let me empty out your balls as you give me your all. 

I’m sucker for the evil fuckers. The one’s on the side of road at night, stalking bars and clubs for chicks like me walking out all alone so they can catch us, gag us, take us to take all their rape fantasies out on till the break of dawn. This shit turns me on unlike my slutty friends. They have to live in fear when I’m searching for it. “We’re so scared Isla, we’re gonna go home” they say as I stand on the street corner for that danger to cum my way. Rest assured, this is what I want and if I need to initiate to get fucked up, I’m down for that too.

Submissive whore never catches a break

I didn’t take long for the stranger to pull up, handsome as hell with a nasty plan. Black car with tinted window, sippin on a bottle of whisky with a cig hanging out the window. My perfect type! I gave him a wink and he opened his door. Once in his trap my pussy started to moist up, soiling my panties as he gave me that danger glare, his eyes moving up and down me. He knew I was his perfect victim and he was my perfect sick fuck.

He turns the car on the side road, “you need a ride home?” “yeah honey, it’s cold, would you mind?”. Turning on Johnny Cash he takes another swig then before I could even get a puff of his smoke I was in the back seat with my panties around my feet, gagged and tied. Drugged so quick, this mother fucker got this bitch impressed as shit!

I’m a baddie bondage whore, hit me once and I’ll beg for more!

He tore every piece of clothing off me as he was balls deep, smashing my cookie raw. No lube only spit, this piece of shit just wanted one thing. “Is that all you got?” He suddenly stops, smacks me across my face almost putting me out. I’m thrusting and pushing against his massive girthy groin. Big guy with big beard, you can tell he hasn’t been fucked in years implodes inside me, then pushing me out onto the street.

This is my perfect kinda night. My lady friends have no idea how fucking hot it is, the sexual rush and moments of fear. Nothing cums close!!

Extreme Fetish Phone Sex with Donatella Raw Late Night Talk

Extreme Fetish Phone Sex

I’m sitting on my master’s couch, deep in his mansion, legs relaxed, letting his attention settle on me. My voice stays low and real as we talk, and Extreme Fetish Phone Sex slips between us without needing a name. He’s close, focused on me in that way that feels consuming, hands warm as they rest on my thighs. I let him kiss my lips slowly, not rushed, just enough to make him linger. He’s obsessed, and I feel it in the way his touch pauses, like he’s savoring the moment.

I don’t rush or perform; I sit there confident, letting my presence do what it does. He’s drawn to me, to my skin, my tone, the way I hold myself when I know I’m wanted. I love how he enjoys me in the privacy of his home, making me feel like I’m on top of the world.  His fingers move along my thighs again, slow and deliberate, like he doesn’t want the feeling to end. I lean in, kissing him back, keeping everything grounded, steady, and unforced. He reacts to my calm confidence, to the way I let his fascination exist without feeding it chaos.

I talk softly, close to him, letting words mix with breath and silence. Nothing is forced here, no hype, just two sex addicts choosing a moment and staying in it. The chandelier fades into the background while his attention stays locked on me. I let him feel how desired he is too, because control and devotion move both ways. My voice remains steady, affectionate, never exaggerated, never distant. He listens like every word matters, like I’m something he doesn’t want to lose. I stay right there on the couch in my sexy lingerie, letting closeness build without pushing it anywhere.

The energy settles into something thick and intimate, but still calm and controlled. I remind him through tone alone that this fascination is welcome and held safely as I push his head towards my wet cunt as he forcefully opens up my legs to devour me nonstop. He exhales, hands resting, eyes fixed on me like he’s exactly where he wants to be. I stay present, letting the moment stretch naturally instead of racing it. Nothing feels staged, nothing feels rushed, just chosen.

When I finally shift, it’s slow, intentional, leaving him aware of my absence before it happens. That’s the kind of impression I leave, quiet but heavy. He stays there thinking about me, about my voice, my skin, my composure. I know exactly how that feels, and I let it sit with him. The atmosphere is built on lust, desire, and intention, nothing more and nothing less. I remain calm, confident, and fully myself, which is what keeps him wanting me even more. The memory lingers quietly, waiting to be returned to whenever the urge rises again. Until then, I stay unforgettable, composed, desired, and undeniably present in his thoughts long after the room settles.