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Spanking Phone Sex Fantasy Watching Donatella Submit Fully

Spanking Phone Sex

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.

Spanking Phone Sex – “Spank me even harder, Daddy!”

Spanking Phone Sex

 

I know you want to spank this whore so bad!

I can see it in your eyes how bad you want to just tie me and fuck me until I’m pleading and begging you to stop.

But of course, you won’t listen. I love being your little fuck hole you can jizz in any time you please. Don’t make me beg you for that massive monster you are hiding in your jeans.

Give my pussy the pounding it deserves. I’ve been Daddy bad girl, and I need to be spanked HARD!

I want you to leave marks, show the other men out there that I’m yours to use and abuse. Treat me tenderly, then just smack me across the face with your wet, dripping cock. Treat me like the naughty girl I am.

I deserve this punishment, Daddy. Spank my wet pussy, I want to hear the noise of your sloppy, messy work. Hold me still while you use me, leave a big red handprint on my already swollen ass. 

Spank me even harder, Daddy! 

 

Pain Slut Gets Punished At Biker Bar

Spanking Chat

I loved being a slut that got off to talks about spanking and sexy spanking chat. That’s why I walked into that biker bar wearing a pair of three inch stilettoes a tight leather mini skirt and a little red crop top. I looked like a whore and I planed on playing the part maybe I could get myself into a little trouble. After teasing all the men and not putting out I was tied to one of the pool tables and I felt the first pool cue  slap against my bare ass. I screamed as i felt the sting radiate up. They weren’t done and kept slapping my ass with the cue until my ass was bright red. Then they shoved it up my pussy hole and fucked me with it and made me cum all over it. They laughed at me and then took turns using my sexy pink pussy . They used me like a train and filled my pussy full of so much cum it was leaking out on the pool table then they pissed on me before telling me what a fun ride i was. this was so much better than any sexy spanking chat I’ve ever had.

Slave Training and Owned in a DDLG Sexcapade

Slave TrainingI Love the Slave Training that Came Along with my DDLG relationship. Instructed to always look sweet and innocent because it sent his cock in a stiffening frenzy. I always wanted my Daddy Dom to have wood. He taught me to always worship his cock. Not only that But I was always to present as his little girl. Daddy’s Princess.

My Holes were to always be available

This meant there could be no more than panties covering my pussy and asshole. If My Dommy Daddy wanted to taste, tickle or fuck my holes. I needed to make it as easy and as accessible for him. In the even I act Like a brat, my ass will be spanked to the fullest. Red and sometimes purple ass cheeks changes and adjusts an attitude real quick. Especially when it’s by my dommy daddies strong ass man hands.

I Love how cock strong he is. Dom Daddy can get so forceful when he is in need of my tight fuck holes to satisfy his needs. He really does take good care of me. Dommy Daddy always kisses and fucks my holes making me cum so hard. He may be stern but it is what I need to learn. It’s always his way, or no way. I’ve found that being his little slut slave is my favorite thing. I enjoy all the training and sometimes am a brat on purpose.

Sometimes when I am such a brat. I will get tied up, restrained and forced to cum over and over. By His mouth, his hard fat strong cock, or toys. Once he spanked me over 100 times, turning my ass deep purple, and then he forced me to cum back to back. I couldn’t even move when we were done. But All that bitchy bratty attitude was fucked right out of me. Training with a Dom Daddy works!

Daddy Punishes Submissive Slut And Spanks My Sexy White Ass

Submissive Slut

Daddy said I needed to be punished for being a dirty submissive slut and being a little prick tease. We had company over and he made me kneel on the couch and told me I was going to be humiliated and punished for being such a whore. He pulled my pants down and started rubbing my ass with the palm of his hand at first. The first and even the second spank didn’t hurt but after a while I could feel my ass cheeks start to sting and i begged him to stop. he laughed at me and told me to shut up and grabbed a paddle and began hitting my ass so hard welts appeared.

Bare Bottom Spankings

I screamed and cried and then he finally stopped only to spread my stinging ass cheeks apart spit on my pink little asshole and start sliding his heavy cock inside my asshole. Daddy said if I was going to be a submissive slut he was going to treat me like a submissive slut and started fucking my tight ass hard and fast. I could hardly breathe as he fucked me gaping my tight ass and making me his anal gape slut. Daddy filled my ass with cum and then let everyone spank my naughty ass and fuck my dripping asshole. By the end of the night I was so full of cum it ran down my legs in thick creamy rivers.

Submissive Slut, My Beginning

Submissive SlutHow I became the submissive slut that I am, is quite simple. The answer is I wanted too, for him. For him, I would do anything. A school girl crush really, he was older and had the most erotic heir to him. He exuded sex. What made it sexier was that he had no Idea that he did. I had no business wanting my teacher so bad. It’s cliche’, but It kept my pussy wet, and I still pleasure myself and think of him often.

Sex, drugs and married men are my 3 vices.

He was a combination of the 3. I flirted with him at school ever single day. Watching My English Teacher Mr. Wolfe. It just so happened My Senior papers’ Thesis was written on “The Talk about Sex” that all our parents have with us, and he asked me to stay after so we could talk about it. I throbbed in my panties, and felt a rush of wetness gushing from m cunt. I knew had completely drenched the crotch.

Walking up to his desk, I dropped my purse, and the tiniest little baggy filled with powder fell out. I tried to grab it, but He picked it up, and slipped it into his pocket, with the hand that held his golden wedding ring. Focusing on his pocket and his hardening cock, that I couldn’t look away from. Was this happening, was he hard? This had to be wishful thinking.  I stood beside his desk waiting for everyone to leave the classroom.  My heart sank. I knew I was in trouble.

“Angel, I am very proud of the paper you wrote, you explained your side of why the talk can be interpreted in too many ways. The fact that your side argued that parents should let teenagers come to their own conclusions when it comes to fornication as long as they practice safe sex, was very well written”

Then he sighed

“What I’m not proud of however, is how you can put this Shit, in your perfectly beautiful, precious little nose. Now explain to me why you need this?”

I stammered. My Nipples getting diamond hard underneath my lacey purple bra. My Pussy throbbing, and that sinking feeling in my stomach. I couldn’t speak. He pulled my baggy from his pocket. Playing with it in his left hand. His ring Twinkled.

“Tell me why you do this to yourself?”

Finally I could respond. ” I focus better and can get more things done, and I like the way it makes me feel. I Feel sexy when I do it” I said fast, and breathy. I couldn’t believe it. Did I really just tell Mr. Wolfe that coke make me feel sexy?

He looked at me and pulled the baggy open. ” Well, Angel what would you do if I poured it out all over the floor” Without missing a beat, I said ” I would get on my knees and gather as much as I could. Maybe even snort it off the floor. IDK! I Like, no I Love it! It makes me the very best version of myself, please don’t!!!” I plead with Mr. Wolfe.

Mr. Wolfe pursed his lips, almost detesting. He walked over to the door and locked it. Then he walked back to me, dipped his fingers in the bag and pinched, and sprinkled it on the floor. My heart throttled, and sank.

” No! Please! Stop!”

Dropping my purse. I fell to my knees.

The slickest sly smile spread across his face. ” Stop it Angel!…. Now, I don’t like this at all, but you do look pretty down there on your knees. You like it so much, you’d snort it off the floor? Really now?” I shook my head yes, embarrassed. Mr. Wolfe undid his belt, and pulled his fly open, exposing his cock to me. My eyes grew wide as I watched him pinch the bag again, and sprinkle a bump right on the tip of his married cock.

My Mouth Watered. Salivation that was to full , I almost choked on it.  I didn’t know in that moment I didn’t know which I wanted more… Mr. Wolfes cock, or my fucking powder.

“Snort it off of me, show me what makes you feel sexy. Do it! ”

“Fucking Now Angel”

What happened after I snorted a bump off of my Married English teachers cock. Was years of Him Being My dominant. Meeting him in hotels and submitting my pussy, my body, my all to him. Using all of me to pleasure his cock in the best way that I could. My cunt is and always will be only his. I belong to him.

 

Danger daddy turning my young one twat into a trick bitch

Bondage phone sex

 

I still remember the day that daddy sold me to a high cash customer when I was a little one. He was a brutal fuck mean fuck machine that tore my sweet twat apart. Daddy loved these types of cash paid fucks. Giving him racks for my tiny gaping hole they loved so much. I was a hot young virgin commodity and worth a pretty penny to those rich old fucks with a dirty mind.

I can still hear his footsteps creeping to my door. My old deadbeat daddy was always busy with work and sold me off to fill his thick wallet much like his incestula pecker.. Old man big payer who was willing to even ship me made me the perfect victim I am today, forming me into a pretty little slut whore. Always prepared for what he would bring to the bed was so exciting to me soiling my little one piece jammies with the easy open ass, it made my tight little moist cooter clamped up in anticipation when that door creeped opened in the middle of the night. I should’ve been a blossoming little school girl, ironing my short skirt uniform and preparing for school the next day.

He came in with the big black bag full of dildo’s and tools used to stretch my little cooter preparing my cuntie  for his nasty thick old daddy nub. It was a thick as a beer can and too big for my barely legal peach fuzz bunghole so the rubber BBC’s and stretch machines were shoved deep inside my clam. Screaming and kicking with my legs spread wide he’d hold my mouth shut, spanking my bitty butt till I shut the hell up or he’d shove his cock down my throat before taking his rage and evil rape fantasies out on me. Shredding, cutting, ripping me up like a knife with his gigantic dick in my tiny cream filled canal leaving me a in a bloody cum filled bed.

Mommy and daddy could careless because he paid top dollar for a virgin even tattooing his name above my tight scorched pussy so I’d never forget who robbed me of my youth, always left me gaping and took all my popped cherries with him.

Bondage Whore Bernice is Ready to Be Your Slave

bondage whoreBeing a bondage whore is not glamorous. Although I love being tied up, I do not want just anybody to tie me up. Now my master ties great knots. And he never leaves me tied up indefinitely. Some of these men I play with from bondage sites want to leave me for dead apparently.

I got myself into trouble this weekend. Master doesn’t know that I often seek out younger men than him to tie me up. Although he still ties a decent knot, he doesn’t do it nearly as often as I crave. And he doesn’t do it like he once did. That’s because he’s in his 70s. I’m in my 40s. So, I figure what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.

Over the weekend, this submissive slut answered an ad on Fet life looking for a mature woman for bondage. Seemed innocent enough. And right up my alley. So, I started talking with the guy and we arranged for him to come to my place over the weekend. Since my son and daughter grew up and moved out, I live alone.

But that comes with some downsides. Sure, I have more freedom to enjoy encounters with random men. However, if one of those men leaves me tied up, no one will find me. Back in the day, a man occasionally left me alone, bound, and gagged, but either my son or my daughter found me and begrudgingly let me loose. This weekend, when a guy I met tied me up like a sack of potatoes on my living room floor with my cell phone out of reach, no one could help me.

A Subby Bitch Gets Herself into All Sorts of Trouble

I pissed myself like a dog. I knocked shit over breaking things master gave me trying to get to my phone after 72 hours bound and alone. And I started to give up hope. But I somehow managed to get myself up and turned around to open the front door. And when I did, I found master there. Apparently, he arranged this as punishment. He found out about my side action with other men and set me up.

But he seemed surprised that I could even get to the door. He and the guy who left me tied up took bets on how long it would take for me to get out of the house or call someone. Master fearing I may be hurt, was about to set me free.

 But he decided to punish his submissive whore with his belt. He loves to spank me, but usually he uses his bare hands not the belt. But I understand. I was a bad whore. And I deserved to be punished. I still can’t sit straight. My butt feels so raw. I’d like to say I’ve learned my lesson. But I bet I find myself in similar trouble in the near future. Somehow, I just can’t help myself.

Master Makes Me His Stupid Little Rape Slut Bitch

Spanking Phone Sex

 

I told master my secret rape roleplay fantasies and he decided to make one real and died me up a ball gag shoved in my moth and ass tied up in the air. He spanked my ass with a studded paddle and called me a stupid little rape slut. I couldn’t move so I just screamed and cried through the gag as he paddled my lily white ass until it was red and throbbing with pain.  I whimpered  and  cried  softly  as  rubbed  my bruised ass and smacked it again with his bare hand before lubing up my tight little asshole and sliding his fat cock inside it.Extreme Bondage

I screamed as he stretched out my tight pink asshole and fucked it with out mercy it hurt but felt so good to have him use my shite hole like that. He fucked me deep and hard without mercy gaping out my tight little fuck hole. Then in a rare moment of mercy he began fucking my tight pink cunt while he finger fucked my gaping asshole. I came squirting all over his big fingers and he called me a nasty little anal gape whore as he pumped me full of cum.

Sometimes I Must Help Other Men with Slave Training

slave trainingSlave training of new pets I assist men with sometimes. Master appears to be the only one in his friend circle with a constant slave. I don’t think all Master’s friends combined have owned a slave as long as master has owned me. But I believe that’s because master seems practical. Yes, I am younger than him. But he met me in a different time before modern technology really took off. Cell phones existed, the Internet existed, but when we met nobody owned a smart phone and a few people owned computers.

Master’s friends always try to go for the new shiny young girl. Perhaps it makes them feel young again. But master never traded me in for a younger model. We aged together. But Master’s friends go after coeds who just pretend to be submissive to get their bills paid. So those types of slaves never last long because they’re not lifestyle submissives.

I help train these girls. But a submissive whore is born, not made. Sure, you can mold her into a better slave, but if it’s not her lifestyle or mentality, she will never commit to her master like I do. Although I always want to help master when he makes a request, I do believe trying to train women who are not truly submissive is silly. But I do as I’m told.

Old School Slaves Like Me Seem More Rare By the Day

So, over the weekend I met master and his friend and the young coed slave at the BDSM club to begin some training. When left alone with this girl, I asked her about her motives. She got rude with me and very disrespectful. She’s clearly out for a paycheck not service to a superior dominant man. So, I knew in that brief exchange with her I would enjoy breaking her in for her new master. Sometimes, I become annoyed at these younger girls who never seem fully committed to a man they agreed to service.

As a slave, you must commit your mind, body, and soul to your master. And you do what you’re told because you serve as the slave. You don’t hedge your bets, milk somebody’s wallet and pretend. You truly offer up your entire body and mind to this man for his pleasure. So, to give her a taste for what she might experience with her new master, I paddled the shit out of her ass. I did not intend to break the bitch. But to make her realize what the life of a submissive slut really entails.

Some Women Just Pose as Subs to Get You to Pay Their Bills

I flogged her and I pegged her. Plus, I used nipple clamps and weights on her clit and her tits. And I gave her a lot of spankings and slaps. Even pulled her hair too. This bitch needed a wakeup call. And I told her that what I did was a sliver of what to expect as a full-time slave to master John. Within an hour of me spanking and flogging her and using BDSM equipment on her tiny body she fled the building crying, saying she’s not really a slave. I knew it.

And although I thought I did master and his friend a solid by weeding out the week, neither of them seemed happy that I scared her away. So, they turned their focus on me. And now I can’t sit straight. One ass cheek feels so battered it hurts to touch it. They choked me and slapped me and fucked me hard in the ass. Spit on me, choked me some more and degraded me. I guess that’s what I get for trying to help. I just wanted that bitch to understand what she signed up for. But instead, I got punished. Perhaps, the next time I’m asked to help I’m just going to do what I’m told.