Category: Extreme fetish phone sex

How Can I Please You?

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Being a submissive bondage phone sex whore is such fun. I spend my days eager to please you, willing to talk about any subject and hot and horny waiting for you. Just like when I am with my master, your orgasm, your pleasure, is my ultimate goal. I’ll do anything to send you over that edge and make you cum so fucking hard, you won’t soon forget it and you’ll be cumming back for more. At just 2.00 per minute, that’s one hell of a cheap price for spending time with a girl like me. One who is willing, ready and able to phone fuck you and do just as you say. Following your instruction gets me off, so tell me what you want me to do. Mmm, I can’t wait to get off with you on the phone, I’m already here playing with my perfectly wet, tight pussy and on the edge of a strong orgasm. Call me tonight and let’s get off together.

in training

Bare bottom spankings

I had no self control. Master was always punishing me for being a greedy whore. His latest punishment was so brutal.. I almost lost it. I got dressed and he had me bend over. “Pull your skirt up.” He rubbed my thong, teased my holes and told me to slowly take them off. I did as I was told and put my hands back flat against his desk. He started spanking me. Harder and harder. When he was done my ass was purple. He started rubbing his cock. Jacking off on my ass. After he came all over my ass, he slid a vibrater in my pussy and turned it on full blast. He pulled my panties up and my skirt down. He said I needed self control. He wanted me to think about his cum on my ass as we went shopping. By the end of the day my legs were weak, my pussy was dripping wet and my master ended my punishment by fucking my swollen pussy.

BDSM Chat – The Office Party

It was an office party, and there was a chocolate fountain? I thought I was in heaven!! I was just about to take a plate and pile it with all the fruits and breads and cheeses and a nice helping of that chocolate, when I was grabbed from behind. The plate fell from my hands, back onto the stack from which I had literally just picked it up. I was dropped to my knees on the floor in my mini-dress, and my hands were tied up behind my back from elbows to wrists. Before I knew what was happening, I had ladle after ladle of molten chocolate being poured down every inch of my exposed skin, and my clothes were being cut off of me. The molten chocolate burned, and I knew that I would need some tender loving care at the end of it, but I was not concerned about it at that moment. My master had just walked into the room, and his cock was out and hard, and he walked straight over to me and shoved it into my mouth. He fucked my mouth as still more chocolate was ladled over me, until every inch of me was covered in it, even my expensive hair extensions. BDSM chat

I was fucked by every man and woman in that building, and left to stew in the chocolate and cum sauce that was left over after. It was a luscious treat!

Bondage and Submission – A Lesson

I woke up in my own bed, but I was bound. I know I wasn’t bound when I went to bed, so my mind started trying to figure out who would have done this, how, and why. Nothing came immediately to mind, but the smells wafting up to me were familiar. Then I realized what it was. Someone was making breakfast: proper bangers and mash, by the smell of it. It was only moments later that the door opened, and in walked my favorite guy from my group. I knew he wasn’t who I’d come home with the night before, and I knew that he had no key to my apartment, and I lived alone. So, I had to wonder, and I asked him.Bondage and Submission

He set the tray down and politely walked over and gagged me. I felt a bit betrayed, but so turned on. He sat down and ate right in front of me. When he’d finished, he told me he’d take the gag off so I could eat, but one word, and he would no longer feed me, but replace the gag. I enjoyed every morsel of that meal. He disappeared to put the tray away, and came back empty-handed. He sat down on the edge of my bed and began running his hands up and down my body, successfully making my blood boil and my body yearn for release. Then, he informed me, with a hearty, resounding smack, that he had seen me out at the club the night before with the “thug” that I’d come home with. He said normally he wouldn’t interfere, but that he thought I had better sense than to take random men back to my house. He was going to have to teach me a lesson about who to let into my private abode. He Then drew a riding crop out from under the bed and proceeded to hit each breast, each thigh, and my cunt with it in succession until I was crying and relenting to never bringing another man home with me. He then rewarded me with a soothing rub and kisses across all of the abused areas, and the best pussy eating I have had to-date.

Bondage Submission in the Great Outdoors

When I think of fall, I think of all of the beautiful leaves, the trees molting the birds migrating, animals preparing for winter. To that end, when I was invited to a fall gathering with my friends, I dressed for the occasion. Red dress; red, orange, and yellow scarf; gold heels and gold jewelry. In hindsight, I should have thought that outfit through…

The party was outdoors, and had hardly started before I was called to the side. I should have smelled it coming, but I was naive enough to think this would be just a party. The next thing I knew, though, my dress was being cut off of me while I was being drug over to a molting tree. I was gagged and tied to the tree and my body was doused over and over with condiments in the colors of fall. Then, came the torment. They each took various utensils that you’d find at most any picnic/bonfire ever, and they began to smack, hit, poke, prod, and pinch me with them, all across my body. Then, a man was brought to the center, and the grin that crossed his face rolled dread through my body. When I saw his schlong, I knew why. That monster was 13 inches, if it was an inch, and as thick as a beer can. I was going to get ripped apart.Bondage submission

Torture Phone Sex – Haunted House

Torture phone sexI volunteered for a haunted house this year. My role was the bound woman who was being slaughtered. What I didn’t expect, however, was the amount of torture they would actually subject me to in the name of their production. Once they had me bound to the big X, they put nipple clamps on me. What I didn’t see was the battery that they had attached to it. They flicked that on the first time, and I about came unglued. My screams were so real, it had the people passing through gasping, covering their mouths, and scurrying to escape. Then, the coupe de grace, another was clipped to my clit, and I am sure the people in the next county heard my screams. My body writhed and worked against the bonds holding me there. They tortured me anew for every set of people who walked through, and I was certain my body would never see pleasure again by the time the night ended.

I’m sorry I lied master..

Spanking phone sex

My master was leaving for a week. He aloud me to stay at his house under some rules. While I was at his home I need to send him photos of myself fucking both of my holes in each room of his house. I thought I could trick him. I took one set of photos for him. Showered and changed my hair style and makeup, took another set. I thought I had gotten away with it when master came home. He said he wanted to show me something. He handed me his phone and there I was. Standing right in front of him holding his phone while he stared at me with so much anger in his eyes. “You lied to me.” Hit slapped me in the face. “You tried to trick me in my own fucking home?” He made me get on all 4’s and he used my hair as a leash to make me crawl to the punishment room. He tied me up and started spanking me for each day he was gone. He spanked me for each photo I sent that was a lie. Then he brought in a very sexy and thin Asian woman. She spit in my face as she pulled her clothes off. They fucked in front of me taking turns spitting and spanking me. Forcing me to watch someone else please my master. 

Glory hole training

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My master took me on a trip. He said it was to reward me for being a good slave. I was so excited! I packed in a flash and was ready for my master. Waiting for his approval of my outfit but master just grabbed my bags and laughed at me. “Silly girl, we are on vacation.” He helped me up off the ground and into the car. He got me favorite drink for the ride! Pink Lemonade! There is a cooler full of pink lemonade! All for me! I kept pounding them down. They were so good! He said they were special for me and only me. All of the sudden about 4 hours into our drive I had to pee. I was about to explode and was begging my master to pull over. He started laughing “You better not piss yourself. If you do I will punish you.” I couldn’t hold it. “I put a diuretic in all of your precious pink lemonade.” I knew this was too good to be true. He wanted me to piss myself. He wanted to punish me. He kept passing each exit, each bathroom, I was dying. I finally begged and begged as I slowly lost control of my bladder. Releasing the warm piss all over myself in his car. He finally pulled over and dragged me out of the car.

Cum eating phone sex

Calling me a stupid piss whore. He made me go into this nasty looking truck stop in the back wood of West Virginia. I had to beg the cashier to hire me as a toilet. He laughed as he watched my master chain me to the toilet in the stall with holes all around. My master put a sign around my neck that said “Use me as your cum dumpster and you toilet.” Next thing I know a stinky black cock with cum oozing out of the tip slid through one of the holes. I had to suck his stink rotten smelling cock while he pissed down my throat. This is just the first day of our week long trip.. Today is Glory hole and toilet training.. I wonder what tomorrow has in store. 

Sexy Bondage Gift for Boss’s Day

Sexy bondageWell, a few of my guy friends work for the same company, and they know how involved I’m becoming in the BDSM community and lifestyle. So, they came over today, caught me by surprise when they burst past me into my home, and bound me before I could figure out that I should protest. They tied my arms and legs so that I couldn’t really move them, then informed me that I was getting a present by being someone else’s gift: their boss’s.

They picked me up and carried me out the back door to their waiting SUV, then drove me to what I assume was the company office. They carried me in the back door there, too. Given that these guys are construction workers, I was an easy burden for them, and they made sure I knew it. The building had 3 floors, and they took me to the 3rd floor. It was an open area, all one giant office with a standard drafting table on one side, a seating area and bar on the other, and the big desk and chair in the middle. The men delivered me onto the clean-topped desk just as a door near the sitting area opened.

As soon as the boss saw me, his eyes went wide as he sought answers from each of the men standing there, smirking at him. His cock formed a quick tent, amusing the fellas to even wider grins. They thanked him for the privilege of working for such a good man who made sure they were taken care of, and said that I was the gift that would show him how much they appreciated him. After that lovely speech, they disappeared back into the elevator, leaving me bound, gagged, and lying prone on this man’s desk.

He came over to me, asking if I had agreed to this, and knowing the fellas who had brought me as I did, I knew I was in safe hands. I nodded as best I could around the bondage, hoping my eyes were showing enough pleading to convince him that I was his toy for the evening.

He finally seemed to understand, and he began to have his way with me. He was terse and rough, in all the right ways. He sent me home red and welted and very well-loved.

Submissive Whore Enjoys Bondage

Submissive whore I’ve spent the past few days tied up in a couple’s dungeon. They kept me suspended from the ceiling half the time, and tied to a bed the other half. They did untie me for supervised exercise every so often.

In those times I was tied up, however, they pounded my pussy and ass with flogs, crops, Cat-o-9s. They smacked me up and down, pinching and twisting my nipples, squeezing my breasts, and leaving me red from head to toe. The best part, though, is that when my puss and ass weren’t being used and abused by my captors, they were filled with vibrators or fuck-machines which kept me thoroughly wet and near orgasm at all times. My muscles are sore, and my body is bruised, but I swear, I have never felt more alive, nor more loved and cherished. I was so well taken care of, and I cannot wait until I get to do that again!