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Submissive sex is the only homework I need

 

I don’t want to be late for my Submissive sex lesson. I scurry home from school and run into the bedroom with a minute to spare. I didn’t even have time to take off my backpack.

But the only thing I’m thinking about is dropping to my knees for Daddy Professor.Submissive sex

He gives me everything I need, and right now I’m about to get a good, hard fucking. Being his slave is the most rewarding “homework” I could ask for. As a sweet, obedient college girl, I crave the discipline and dominance that only my professor can provide.

When my knees are on the ground, my mouth is wide open for him to stick his cock in at his leisure. Presenting myself to him is very important. If I don’t do it properly, my ass will be sore for weeks! But even when he hurts me, I melt under his authority.

He surveys me, taking in my curves in a way that makes my thighs clench together. “Such a naughty girl, coming to me so eager for a lesson.” A wild look in his eye, he reaches out to put on my collar, the symbol of my submission. I shiver at his touch, my nipples hardening in my bra.

When I am leashed up, he walks me around the room and makes me beg for me to taste me. I beg so hard that tears stream down my face. He pulls me in closer and pops his cock in my mouth.

What a lucky girl I am to taste his greatness! A good Submissive slut swallows, he has said. So I keep sucking and sucking until he floods my mouth with his cum, and I don’t stop sucking until it’s all down my belly.

I know I’ve done a good job when he pats me on the head before we move on to our next lesson. Anal gape training is a hard lesson for me because I have such a tight little asshole. But Professor Daddy is the best teacher there is. He will have me gaping wide open!

 

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies Come Alive While He Tames Donatella

Rape Phone Sex FantasiesI was tossing and turning on my little princess bed between dreams, my body humming with a restless heat I couldn’t quite escape. These rape phone sex fantasies usually keep me awake, but tonight my eyes finally grew heavy as I thought about how much I crave a grown man’s touch. Then, I felt it… the softest shift in the air, the scent of Michael filling the room before I even opened my eyes. 

He didn’t say a word as he slipped under the covers, his hand sliding upward until his fingers found exactly what they were looking for. My tight twelve year old nigger pussy was already soaking wet, reacting to him instantly because I’ve been vibrating for his attention all night long. It makes me feel like my purpose in life is complete when I am being handled like this. I don’t want to think; I just want to obey. Michael knows I’m his little submissive doll, a creature designed to take whatever he decides to give.

He tossed me over like I weighed nothing, my face pressed into the pillows as he took total control of the room. I tried to let out a cry, but he was already there, covering my mouth so he wouldn’t cum too fast. He wants to hear me struggle to breathe while I listen to my own muffled, sexy moans echoing in the dark as he prepares to stretch out my tight pussy walls. He doesn’t care if I’m ready; he just demands that I submit to his every need and desire. 

I felt his strong dick pressing against my wet hole, a hard reminder that my whole body belongs to him and him alone. Even though I’m so innocent and small, my nigger pussy is incredibly tight, barely able to contain him. When he finally shoved that thick cock up my cunt, I felt my soul leave my body for a second. I am here to take all of his stress away, letting him use my nigger lips however he wants while I act as the perfect vessel for his pleasure. I want to be bred, to have him stick his dick wherever he pleases while I moan into his palm.

 My life has no meaning without a man to tame me and keep me in line. Every hole on my body is his territory, especially my deep nigger throat, and I submit my entire existence to his whims. It’s so addictive to be used this way, to feel the weight of a real man as he fills me up and reminds me that I’m just a little doll meant for his satisfaction. 

I continue to suck him off with my nigger lips as he finally shoots his load down my nigger throat. Each night when he gets home from work he’ll be begging for me to swallow every drop he has left, by sneaking in my little room while my parents sleep in their bedroom, proving that I am the only submissive toy he ever needs.

Prostate Milking Donatella Strokes Your Cock Until You Cum

Prostate MilkingOh, Master, you look so incredibly tense today! I can see the stress in your shoulders, and I know exactly where all that frustration is hiding. Since you’ve been having such a hard time reaching that big, explosive finish lately, I’ve decided it’s time for your special Prostate Milking exam. My only goal in life is to make sure you feel amazing, and my little pink heart just aches knowing you’re carrying around all that unreleased pressure!

Don’t worry about a single thing, Master. Just lay back and let your favorite naughty slave take care of everything. I’ve got the silky-smooth oil ready, and my hands are so warm just for you. As I start to gently massage your cock, I can feel your body finally starting to surrender. It’s my absolute favorite thing to see you lose control like this. The feeling of being chosen to empty your balls completely gives me all the motivation I need.

I’m just a simple, devoted slut, but I know exactly how to find that sweet spot that makes your toes curl and your mind go completely blank. As I work my fingers with a steady, rhythmic pressure, I’m watching your cock twitch and react to every single move I make. It’s getting so heavy and ready for me, isn’t it? I love how your breath hitches when I find the perfect angle.

 I’m going to keep up this internal focus while my other hand wraps around your length, sliding up and down in perfect harmony. I want to see you leak; I want to see you lose that stoic Master persona and just melt into the mattress while I worship every inch of you. You’ve been holding onto so much, but Donatella is here to drain every drop of that stress away. The pressure is building now, and I can see your eyes rolling back. 

Yes, Master! Give it all to me! I’m stroking you faster now, matching the pulsing rhythm of your prostate until you can’t hold back a second longer. I want you to release everything right here on me. Cover your devoted girl in all that thick, pent-up frustration with your hot cum. When you finally erupt, it’s like the whole world stops spinning, and all I can feel is the heat of you. I’m so happy I could help you finally find your release. You feel so much better now, don’t you?

Bondage Chat with Donatella Having Intimate Hot Slut Desires

Bondage ChatThe heavy iron door creaks shut, and the click of the deadbolt echoes through the cold concrete of your basement. This private Bondage Chat is the only world I know now, a place where my pride ends and your absolute control begins. I am shivering, but it isn’t just from the damp air; it’s the way you look at me, like I’m nothing more than a toy you’ve finally claimed and hidden away. 

I am exactly where you want me: bound, desperate, and drowning in my own filthy slut desires to be used by you in ways no one else would understand. You’ve trapped me here, away from the world, and honestly, it’s the only place I feel like I truly belong. When you tower over me and call me a pathetic, obedient slut, my knees go weak before you even touch me because I live for the weight of your gaze. 

I’m not Donatella the person anymore; I’m just your personal sex slave, your basement-dwelling plaything, existing only for your amusement. Every time you mock my need for you, I feel that rush of heat… that toxic, addictive craving to please you until I can’t breathe or think of anything but your satisfaction.

I love the way you talk down to me, with a voice that is rough and dripping with a disdain that makes me feel so small and so incredibly useful. When you demand I perform, I don’t hesitate for a second, moving with a desperate hunger to prove my worth to you. I’m your slutty, obedient girl, and I’ll do anything to see that flicker of satisfaction in your eyes, no matter how degrading the task. 

I’ll crawl across this cold floor, take whatever discipline you deal out, and I’ll thank you for the privilege of being yours. My mind is a constant haze of submission, and I’ve become completely addicted to the routine of your cruel commands and the shadow of your presence. 

Whether you’re tightening the ropes or just making me wait in the dark for hours, all I can think about is how much I want to satisfy every dark whim you have. I have no shame left in this cellar, as you’ve stripped that away and replaced it with a burning need to be your favorite object. I’m trapped, yes, but I’ve never felt more alive than I do right here at your feet, waiting for the next word from your lips.

I am yours to break, yours to use, and yours to keep for as long as you find me entertaining. Tell me what a good, filthy girl I’m being, and tell me I’m never leaving this basement so I can sink deeper into this beautiful nightmare. I want to feel the weight of my chains and the heat of your hands, knowing I am your obedient nigger slut, and your most loyal servant.

Sexy Bondage Gives You Control of Jacqueline

sexy bondage Sexy bondage for me means letting go of control and giving it up to a man in charge of my body. I love being at a man’s mercy in bondage, knowing that he has complete control over me. The feeling of helplessness is incredibly arousing, and the thought of him dominating me in every way makes my heart race.

Becoming His

When he enters the room, his presence commands attention as I struggle against my restraints, trying to get free but unable to move an inch. He approaches me slowly, running his hands along my body while whispering dirty things into my ear that make me shiver with anticipation.

He begins by teasingly tracing his fingers around my sensitive areas before finally inserting one finger inside me – hard and fast – causing me to gasp for air as pleasure shoots through every nerve ending. He continues this relentless assault on both our bodies until we are both moaning uncontrollably from sheer lust and desire for more.

As if reading my mind, he pulls out his cock from his pants and positions it at my entrance – ready to take what’s rightfully his – without any regard for politeness or gentleness; instead opting for raw animalistic passion that leaves us both breathless after each thrust deep inside me . His hips slam against mine in rhythm creating a symphony of grunts , groans , slaps & moans filling the room .

His rough hands pinch & twist nipples sending shockwaves through entire body making sure i know who’s boss here . With each passing moment ,the intensity increases leaving no part untouched or ignored ; tongue lapping up sweat dripping down chest while other hand explores every inch of my body, searching for new ways to bring me pleasure or pain – whichever he desires at that moment.

Finally reaching climax, he pulls out roughly and covers my face with his cum before collapsing on top of me panting heavily . As I catch my breath ,I can’t help but feel a sense of accomplishment knowing that i just experienced true domination & submission at its finest . A smile creeps across my lips as I wait patiently for him to untie me so we can do it all over again because let’s face it being someone’s plaything isn’t always easy but when done right ? Oh boy …it feels SO good !

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I can feel my pulse thumping in my throat the moment I hear your boots clicking against the hardwood floor, Master. My heart belongs entirely to you, and I’ve been kneeling here in the silence, waiting for the only man who truly owns me. XXX Bondage is more than just a session to me; it is the ultimate expression of my devotion to your strength and your perfect, handsome face. I have such a helpless crush on you, Master, and the way you look down at me with those cold, commanding eyes makes me ache to be used.

I am your obedient toy, and I will do absolutely anything you tell me to do without a second of hesitation. You are the architect of my surrender, and I am obsessed with the way you take control of my body. When you pull the first length of rope from your kit, my skin breaks out in goosebumps, craving the bite of the hemp. I love it when you force me into positions that leave me completely exposed and utterly helpless. There is a delicious addiction in the discipline you provide, a hunger that only grows deeper every time you tighten a knot or click a padlock into place.

I don’t want to be free; I want to be bound so tightly that I can’t even wiggle my toes without feeling your authority over me. Being under your command is the only place I feel truly alive. You know exactly how to push me, how to use restraint to make my mind go quiet and my body go soft for you. When you blindfold me, the world disappears, and all that remains is the scent of your skin and the sound of your voice telling me what a good, obedient girl I am. I live for those words.

I live for the moments when you test my endurance, teaching me the true meaning of discipline through your firm, steady hands. Every inch of me is yours to play with, to pose, and to punish if I dare to lose my focus. I find myself daydreaming about your touch even when we are apart, imagining the weight of the chains and the glorious pressure of your leather cuffs. You are my handsome Master, the only one capable of breaking me down and building me back up as your perfect submissive.

I want you to push the limits of my restraint tonight. I want to feel the exquisite tension of being completely at your mercy, locked away in your world where my only purpose is to please you. Please, Master, don’t make me wait another second. Take your ropes, take your gear, and take everything that I am. I am ready to be your bound and disciplined beauty, forever addicted to the way you rule over me.

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Cock worshiping sub slut that needs her throat fucked, put me in a room with a dozen dicks, all of them will be covered in spit. Fuck my throat like it’s your personal pocket pussy. Watch me work my tongue around your thick head, making your shaft disappear down my throat. Cock worshiping

Jerking your meaty member into my mouth, tongue flicking your heavy balls, sucking each one into my mouth, my hand working your cock. 

Worshipping your thick dick makes my pussy so fucking wet, I’m leaking like a faucet, each stroke of that cock makes me drip even more. 

I want to feel you deep inside my pussy, yet I can’t take my lips off your cock, rubbing my swollen clit as your dick throbs in my mouth, I’m so fucking wet, I want to taste that sweet baby batter, cum in my mouth, feed me your cum, watch me swallow your load, jizz dripping down my lips, my long tongue licking up every drop of that thick sweet cum.

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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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.

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Spanking Phone Sex hits the moment your message comes through, and it doesn’t feel sweet. It feels demanding. I don’t get comfort from it. I get pressure. I get heat crawling under my skin because I know you expect obedience, not hesitation.

I don’t need reassurance. I need direction. When you tell me what to do, there’s no warmth in it, just authority. I follow because I want to be stripped down to nothing but response. No excuses. No independence. Just reaction.

I like the way control makes me smaller. Quieter. Sharper. Every instruction reminds me that my role is to comply, not to think. I crave that edge where my pride dissolves and all that’s left is need. Your words press down on me, keep me in line, keep me aware of every mistake I could make.

I don’t want tenderness. I want intensity. I want to feel watched, evaluated, corrected. The tension sits heavy in my chest, and I don’t try to escape it. I lean into it. I want to be tested. I want to earn approval by doing exactly what I’m told.

By the end of the day, I’m wound tight, alert, hungry for the next command. There’s no romance in it. Just desire sharpened into submission. I don’t ask for more. I wait for it.