Category: 2 girl phone sex

I am his property

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I have to say light bondage was one of my favorite times with one of my exes. It became too easy for me, so I had to let him go and be with someone who could beat the living daylights.

I crave abuse, and it’s what gets my cunt all wet. When a guy uses me and throws me to the side and makes me watch him get intimate with other girls, it does something to me.

Yes, I am jealous and furious, but I know not to cause a scene and to enjoy myself by realizing how lucky I am to serve a man.

I have bruises all over and marks, and I am branded head to toe most subtly. Once I am fully nude, you will see I am his property.

Obedient Submissive Phone Sex

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 I told myself that I wasn’t going to fuck him anymore. When he showed up with presents for me, I thought he had come to apologize. He went on a shopping spree to get gifts alright, for him to use on me. I opened box after box with nipple clamps, butt plugs, electronics toys and everything you would expect to see at a sex shop. It was like he bought at least one of everything. He slapped me across this face and told his submissive phone sex bitch to strip for him. I should have kicked him out. I did not.
 
     I stripped until he grew tired of my slow pace, and he ripped the rest of my lingerie off and shoved me face first into my pillow. He buckled a collar around my neck and bound my arms behind my back with the rope. He called me a helpless fucking whore and lightly lubed my ass. I thanked him, but he said it was for his comfort not mine. He yanked the collar and choked me when he sunk his cock deep in my ass. I screamed and he hand gagged me and fucked harder. 

Submissive sex with his new slave pet

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Dominant men love to make you feel like crap, especially in front of a crowd. Submissive sex is not for everyone, and it can put you in a downward spiral if you aren’t meant to be a sub slut. My master brought over another girl. I won’t deny there was a ton of rage built up in me knowing he had another sub slave at his fingertips. I knew I had to stay quiet and look pretty. I wouldn’t dare to mention how incredibly green with envy I was. Her style was so hot, and she was gorgeous. I knew he enjoyed her because he couldn’t get his hands off her. My inferiority complex was crystal clear. The next task at hand would be one proven to make me look like a fool.

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I had to be her submissive whore. Master loved to see cruel female domination. Lots of paddling and pegging would be going on, and he would see who could be the winner. The one that ends up getting him off the best will get a weekend off from dungeon duty. The loser would get a hogtie surprise. It was game on, and after a nice ass beating from the master himself, we both grew tired but knew we had to outshine one another. I had my eye on the prize. All I wanted was a weekend getaway and alone time with my master. Eliana wasn’t going to back down in her roughness. She was one mean bitch to me. At first, she began tugging on my nipples, and I began to pin her down to give her an anal pound. I was winning at the pegging game. It got bloody at first. Master demanded we become used to each other and had us kiss and make up. We both ended up spending the weekend out of the domination dungeon and pleased the master whenever he wanted. 

Daddy threw me out

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My slutty tattoo got me in so much trouble. I keep getting them, and daddy has sworn me off. I love the ink hitting my body and making me feel like a trashy whore. Even though I was raised in one of the wealthiest zip codes and given a life most can always dream of, I turned out to have daddy issues cause I never got the attention I so desperately craved.

Daddy can throw me out all he wants, but he knows I will go whatever I want. Right now, I want to get high and become my boyfriend’s slave training cum slut.

I enjoy him telling me what to do and ensuring I get all his jizz whenever he needs release.

Submissive Sex Chat Whispers

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I have a mistress who loves to whisper a little submissive sex chat into my ear as I obey her domineering commands.  Her voice is smooth and gentle but her actions are rough and unkind.  She obviously likes the stark contrast between the tone she uses and the actions she takes.

Yeah, I know why.  I’m not that dense, I’m a blonde not a moron.  Every super sub knows that their overseer lulls them into a false sense of security through acts of kindness and benevolence (see, I know words, too) then rips away that invisible security blanket with pain and humiliation.  If any masochistic man or woman hasn’t had that experience, then they aren’t really into submission.  Sorry to tell you.

My mumbling madame knows exactly what she’s doing, which helps to bring a sense of security to a submissive slut like me.  She strokes my hair and skin as she breathes out insult-peppered compliments right into my ear canal.  I don’t know about you but I love having my ears played with, sends shivers up and down my whole body.  Especially when I cum, oh my god!  

This mistress knows how to direct her carbon dioxide directly down to my eardrum with ease.  It’s all about the angles, I guess.  She can spank my ass until it’s black and blue, even bloody and raw, as long as she’s tongue fucking every single part of my ear as she does it.  She switches up the punishments every time, but she always makes me play maid with her so she can follow behind me really close and boss me around, then correct my poor performance with a whisper and a slap if needed.  

Ironing her clothes is kind of scary because she likes to hold the scalding hot iron right up to my face and threatens to burn off my pretty ears and cheeks with it when I don’t make her pleats absolutely perfect.  She never does it, but her hate whispers really make me feel like she wouldn’t hesitate.  I don’t care, she gives me whole body orgasms without ever even touching my sloppy wet cunt.  Have you ever made a sub cream simply by using submissive sex chat?  If not, you have some learning to do.

 

Obsessed with me

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I created a site on one of those famous platforms where you can garner fans, and they can subscribe to what you post, and sometimes you may also hear about some nudes and explicit content. At first, I wasn’t going to go down the road of showing my body off, and I gathered quite the audience with only peep shows. One of my adoring fans became super aggressive when I began to post nudes. He was infuriated and said that I ended up disrespecting him as my number one fan. I had to delete my account or post that I am his and delete all the nude photos. At first, I didn’t want to listen to his pleads, but I realized how much money he contributed to me, so I began bargaining with him, let me be, and I wouldn’t post anymore. If I deleted the album, id lose out on so much money.

I didn’t hear from him for days. I thought I could finally be free and breathe. At this point, I didn’t even want his money. It was utterly storming out on a Sunday night, and I was getting ready for bed when I heard someone in my apartment. It was my subscriber. I began to scream to my roommate for help, but I came to the clear answer that she was still not home from work.

My obsessed fan began to corner me and told me I would learn my lesson and give him the submissive sex he deserved. I was trapped and would be his submissive cunt for the night.

Pump Dump Doll

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Oh, the master came over with a bevy of his friends to pump my holes and use me up and spit on me. They were all uber mean. They made sure to hurt my feelings and make me cry. Hearing that I was fuck up rang true to me. My parents always made sure I knew I was, especially daddy. I’m such a disgrace to my family, and my master let his friends know how my mind worked. They all had the secrets to disarm me mentally and become their rag doll.

I had each guy ram me and use me like the pump dump doll. It became evident it wasn’t only bondage chat. They meant business. They weren’t going to let me go on and forget about the fucking I would endure. Everyone had a way of using me up and disintegrating my well-being.

Good Accomplice

cum slut phone sexYou were forcing me to help you fuck this girl. She is screaming and kicking, trying to get you off of her but I can’t let that happen. Truth, is you didn’t have to force me to do any of it, I would do anything just as nasty and dirty as you. But I won’t tell you, I want to hold her legs open while you force your hard thick cock into her tight little cunt. I take her titties and pinch her nipples hard, making her scream and making you go harder. God, it feels so good to be a accomplice to you. I bend down to see your thick long fucking cock going in and out of her tight little pussy and so I take her little clit and suck on it watching as she gets wetter. I love looking at her terrified expression while you tell her that we are going to keep her down here to be our little breeding whore for as long as we need. She fights even harder when she hears that and that makes you pound into her harder cumming in her tight little cunt, just like she deserves.

the seed was planted

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I used to send notecards to my dad when I was held captive by a man I thought loved me. If I could go back, you may think id want to escape, but if I am being truthful, I wouldn’t. Many will call it a victim mentality when someone doesn’t want to leave their abuser. I’m not too keen on saying that the absolute hardcore truth is that I love pain.

Whenever my dad would leave for months on end, I would feel empty. My mom got remarried, and her boyfriends would come into the house and find their way into my room. If I’m going to be hurt or used, it will be on my terms. So yes, I enjoy being a submissive slut. When I get pounded by a real man, it makes my juicy pussy go crazy. 

A man is someone willing to take my trauma and make it pleasurable. It sounds pretty fucked up, right? It is what it is, and I am enjoying being used by men. Daddy never cared, and all of mommy’s boy toys had a blast touching me. 

2 Girl Torture Time

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I know how I always end up in these 2 girl torture situations.  I might be blonde but I’m not dumb.  I knew that I was going to be locked up and forced to take all kinds of objects in every one of my hot and horny holes, that’s basically my full time job.  I didn’t know, though, that me and my fellow fuck sub were going to be detained and constrained for a whole day before the slit expansion happened!

That’s right, for 24 hours, down to the second, a group of methed up masters kept us locked in tiny cages as they tormented us.  I only know because there was a big clock ticking on the wall the entire time, seemingly laughing at us with every instant that passed.  Any time they weren’t snorting lines of ice or sucking fumes out of a glass dick, they were tormenting and torturing me and the sweet girl I had just met before we started.

They started with the cattle prods, you can’t get guys around fire or electricity without them getting really excited to control it.  We got shocked and zapped by four of the messed up fuckers while the others took turns pissing all over us.  Once they brought in the other tools, the zaps came along less frequently, but they were always there, especially if we ever started looking tired.  ZAP!!!  Your ass is wide awake after 20 milliamps surge through your whole body, at least for a while. 

They can shock me and beat me all they want, the part that I hated the most was the buckets of ice water.  They were almost unbearable, especially after all of that warm pee.  I’ll take a rough stick jab to the gut and hardcore hair pulling over gallons of freezing water and hard ice any day of the week.  It’s also hard to rest while you’re heading for hypothermia, I understand why they did it.  Doesn’t mean I liked it.

After our full day of demented degradation, they finally pulled us out of our cages… and locked us up on a couple of fuck machines!  Cowgirl on a Sybian or doggy style on a Drilldo, either way we were shackled down tight and held firmly in place.  Sure, they switched us off back and forth from machine to machine, but they whipped and smacked us and yelled obscenities in our faces the whole time, jamming their cocks into any of our holes that they could along the way.

Once their drugged out dicks decided to stop working, they got angry.  I thought we were in for it but they all ended up arguing and fighting each other.  The commotion ended up seeing them out the door, leaving me and that sweet little girl still strapped up to the perverted appliances, our pussies and bodies numb from all of the abuse, the clock smiling down at us with its stupid, time keeping face.  Fucking meth heads.