Category: Torture phone sex

Pedicured Princess: A Extreme Foot Fetish story!

Extreme fetish phone sex

This guy, John, had me so damn worked up. He wasn’t your typical foot fetishist. No, this man was a foot worshipper, and he knew exactly how to make my toes curl. Pun intended!

He started slow, asking permission to admire my feet—oh, how I love that dirty talk! He went on about how my feet were so prim and proper, like a proper lady should have. But little did he know, I had a secret fetish of my own. I craved the dirty, the taboo, and John was about to deliver.

He began licking and sucking my toes, tongue weaving between them, sending shivers down my spine. Then, with a wicked grin, he took the whole foot in his mouth, slurping and sucking like a hungry babe.

But that wasn’t enough for this foot fetish freak. John reached for his pants, and out came his thick, throbbing cock. He placed my foot on his lap, the other caressing my sole, as he began piston-like movements. My pussy was dripping wet, and my feet were getting a workout of their own.

He fucked my foot, yes, fucked it good! While he did so, I imagined my feet wrapped around his meaty shaft, a sight I knew would be sinful and wrong but oh so right.

John was a man on a mission. He flipped me over, spread my legs, and dove into my pussy, feet still getting the VIP treatment. He licked and sucked my juicy cunt, making me squirm and moan. Then, with a grunt, he stood up, positioning himself at my feet.

He slammed into me, feet-first, making me gasp. The depravity of it all—having my pussy and feet worshipped—was a rush like no other. John fucked me senseless, the filth pouring from his mouth, calling me his foot bitch and slut.

It was disgraceful, it was debauched, but I loved every minute. That’s my story, an unromantic, wild foot fetish romp, and it gets me so damn horny every time!

Uncategorized Venice likes it rough and kinky.

     Uncategorized Venice likes it rough and kinky. The rougher the better. I like to play games. In fact, I will call you whatever you want me to. Take it to the extreme. Let it roll over you like warm champagne drowning us. Take it to the extreme levels. Make it hurt.

     Up to the present time, the spankings, the clothes pins, the electroshock has been fun and nasty. Using tongue chopsticks with electricity is rough and dangerous. After all, make a slip. There I go. Snuff hell awaits.

     What makes it so much nastier, and fun is the XXX bondage. Gets the cunt just oozing. Gushing like Old Faithful. Just shooting up in the air. Like clockwork. Give me the pain. Bring it on.

     Given these points I am so close, fucking beat me. I need the biggest cock in this cunt. Oh please. I will beg and plead until you finally make me explode. Obviously, I want to cover you in the cum.

     Until you immediately cum right alongside of me.Uncategorized

Submissive slut abducted, probed, bred & left behind

Submissive slut A Submissive slut needs her beauty sleep but I never get any true rest. I wake up every night, the same way, with my body humming from the electric current they send through me. They are always here, watching me with their cold, metallic eyes that glow in the darkness.

Even with my eyes closed, I can still see what they do to me. They insert their technology deep into my pussy, pumping me full of alien cum. It’s a mix of pain, pleasure and pure terror. I’m a slave to their mission as a breeding whore.

Those wide eyed monsters get me so high on this shit. They pour it on my face and it crawls up my nose. It makes me much more behaved, they enjoy when their human slaves give them the best Submissive sex. They insert multiple probes at once and when ejaculation happens I squirt so much it could fill a bath tub.

I can’t even begin to describe the feeling of my belly growing the hybrid inside me. It swells up in mere minutes, producing one after the other. It’s like a conveyer belt shooting out of me and after hundreds come out of me more start to grow. 

I serve as a good breeding bitch, I don’t scream like the others really. I don’t really talk about it much because when I do everyone thinks I am crazy but I’m not! It really does happen.I have no choice but to serve as a good bitch in heat, a Slave training whore. 

 

Vicious Pleasure: A Submissive Whore’s Torment

Submissive Whore

Being the willing whore that I am, I yearned for my Master’s touch. Bound and helpless, I awaited his devious plans with a dripping wetness between my legs. And boy, did he deliver!He started with a whip, leaving my back a mesh of red stings. I cried out in pleasure, begging for more. Master knew just how to push my buttons, torturing me with deliciously vicious strikes.

But that was only the beginning. He moved down my body, piercing my delicate flesh with sharp claws. The pain was exquisite, driving me wild with desire. I was his to command, and the thought of it made me soaked.His heavy thrusts soon followed, each one making me see stars. He fucked me mercilessly, using me as his personal sex doll. The filthier he talked, the harder I came.

But Master had more tricks up his sleeve. A hard gag was buckled into my mouth, silencing my moans, though it couldn’t muffle my desperate pleas for more. Yes, more! Give me your nasty, hard cock! Fuck me like the whore I am!He granted my wish, and I felt his meaty Cock stretch me to new limits. The pain and pleasure were intertwined, sending me into a blissful abyss.

I was his submissive slut, and this was my idea of a perfect night—being tortured, fucked, and used.

Use me, Master!

Torture phone sex punish your naughty slut.

Torture phone sex

     Torture phone sex punish your naughty slut. I need it. Put those clothes pins on the cunt. As shown above you can clearly see that I like it. Makes me wet. Smack that cunt. I was a disobedient slave. Need the whip. Use the cat-o-nine. In the long wrong I was very naughty. Tell me you like torture. In fact, tell me everything you like so that I may please you.

For the most part I obey. From time to time, I will disobey. This way I get punished and tortured. Immediately upon the pain I get wet. The cum juices will coat my legs, go between my ass cheeks. Pool around the asshole. Begging you to fuck it. Anal pain is what I need to be punished with besides the clothes pins. Wooden clothes pin will cause splinters into my tender bits. Submissive slut

Whereas metal will conduct electricity better. What level of pain would you like. All in all, they get me as wet as possible. Further on down the road we will continue the torture lessons. You do need to keep your Submissive slut in line. 

In the long run when I do step out of line, I will know that you are going to make it hurt. I like the pain. Obviously, when you get hard gets me horny too. I will quickly come to you on bended knee. Anything you command. I am yours.

 

Slave training whore in progress means I drown in cum

Slave training Once I agreed to be a Slave training whore, it got totally serious. I was taken to across the parking lot. I felt as though I was walking quite some distance. I was placed in the back of a car and cuffed. I knew better than to ask any questions. I could feel my heart jumping out of my chest.

 When we arrived at our destination, I was used as a human cumdump. I was literally drowning in my Master’s and other’s thick creamy cum. I must have gagged and choked hundreds of times. We went all night long and no I was not given a safe word. 

He instructed me to open my mouth where he then dumped a bucket of cum all into my mouth. I was forced to hold it in while each of them throat fucked me. I had my hands handcuffed behind my back and my mouth locked wide open. The pain I endured was all so worth it. I am a cock sucking Submissive slut and this is how my life should be.

My Master was so excited to torture me. He pulled out this huge thick chain, wrapped it around my neck and arms. Every time I would get choked by the chains. He really reveled in that. Constantly taunting me, “Don’t move girl, you gonna get hurt if ya do…” 

Yes Master, I will be still, or I least tried so hard to be still. But when you have two big strong dicks face fucking ya, there is no way you can’t move. Every thrust of their cocks, the chain cock tighter and tighter. I felt my face get hot, and the room began to spin. The Hardcore bondage I endured made me black out, I can’t wait for the next session!

 

Submissive Whore gets dominated by her son

When you know you were made to be a slave Submissive Whore, you are just happy to be owned and kept by a master. Even if it is to be owned by your son. He is very dominate, since that is all he has seen be with. He has watched me get put in my place and be a kept pet. Therefore, he fell into the role of it. “I need you to milk my cock” he instructed me to do. Even though I was getting ready for bed, it’s my duty to please my master son. “Come on pathetic whore that I’d what you are made for” he hurried me on by slapping my face with his big cock.

Submissive Whore

I love my boy just like I would any master and respect him. Plus, I know how he can punish me hard, so I opened my mouth and let him fuck my throat. At first, I was hesitant for my son to be my new master. But now I am very happy about it. Sometimes he is too rough or humiliates me, but I know deep down inside he does it from love. As I sucked his cock down my throat, my son wraps his hand around it. “Milk me faster, I must not be deep enough down your throat” he said sternly as he squeezes my neck.

Since my son punishing me is very humiliating, I make sure to relax my throat. It gives my son the ability to push deeper down. “That’s it slut, you are no better than any whore out there so feel lucky to suck me off” he grunted while I lose my breath. As I start to see stars, my son’s balls tighten up. “Eat every drop whore that’s all you will eat for today; you are getting too thick” he moaned as he started to pump sperm down my throat and into my belly.  without a word he started pumping his salty piss inside me too. but then he popped his cock out and sprayed my face. “That is better, lucky I keep you around mom” he said while drenching me. 

My Gangbang phone sex Extravaganza

Gangbang phone sex

This filthy slut  with a penchant for the extreme, my ultimate fantasy involved a wild gangbang. Multiple cocks, a kaleidoscope of pleasure—that’s what got my juices flowing.It started with a chance encounter at a local bar. A group of hunks noticed my appetite for flesh and fun. They offered me a ride home, but we all knew where this night was headed.

In the back seat of their car, hands groped my body, making me moist. Three pairs of hands, three hungry mouths—it was like a carnal initiation.We reached my place, and the real fun began. I was the center of attention, surrounded by eager bodies. Their hands all over me, stripping me bare, made me feel like the sex queen I was born to be as they pushed me onto the bed.Cocks of all shapes and sizes surrounded me. I couldn’t get enough—sucking, licking, taking them one by one into my greedy holes.

Then, they started fucking me for real. First, one rammed my pussy, while another violated my tight ass. They pounded me mercilessly, and I loved every minute of it. My body was on fire, the sheer animalistic energy in the room making me wild.

Another pair of hands pinched my nipples, sending shocks to my core. I was drowning in pleasure, each thrust an affirmation of my slutty existence.They pounded me into submission, cumming in my mouth, my pussy, and all over my body. I was a mess—drenched in sweat and cum, yet craving for more.That night, I became the gangbang queen, and the memory still makes me wet. There’s nothing like being at the mercy of a group of horny guys, their primal instincts taking over.

It’s a fantasy fulfilled—an erotic tale I’ll recount forever, remembering the gangbang that left me breathless and begging for more.

The Brunette’s Bondage: A Nasty Narrative

 

As a brunette beauty, I exude a different kind of allure, a dark and mysterious charm that beckons dominate males. My hair is a beacon, attracting the most sadistic of masters. I’m not just a possession—I’m an obsession.My current owner is no different. He found me, a stray ready to be tamed, and put a collar around my neck. To the world, I’m a submissive slave, but to him, I’m his prized possession, his personal whore.

I’m often left bound and gagged, awaiting his return. The click of his boots signals my reward, and IArch my back in anticipation. He relishes in my helplessness, taking advantage of my vulnerable state.His hands explore my body, and his lips leave marks where they touch. I’m his canvas, and he’s the artist, painting me with bruises and bite marks. The pain is a symphony, a precursor to the main event.

He pulls my hair, forcing my head back as he thrusts his thick, pulsing cock down my throat. I gag, but he doesn’t care, using my mouth as his personal playground. My eyes water, but the tears only add to his pleasure. The brunette in me emerges as I take his abuse, craving more. I’m a nasty little slut, and I love it when he treats me like one. My pussy drips with anticipation, and my ass twitches, eager for his invasion.

My Bondage Addiction: The Master’s Revenge

Hardcore bondage

So, my master had been watching my every move, and boy, did I fuck up. Big time. A lesson was in order, and I was eager to receive it.He began with the ties, binding my wrists and ankles securely. I was at his mercy, a good little sub. He spanked me hard, and the smacks echoed in the room. My ass reddened, he added a gag, and my eyes were covered with a blindfold.I was his toy, and he loved to hear me whine. The anticipation of what was to come left me dripping wet.

He whispered dark promises of vengeance into my ear, and I shuddered in anticipation. The slap of his hands on my ass kept time with my growing moans.But the real fun began when he bent me over. I felt the cold metal of restraints on my wrists, securing me in place. My master wasn’t gentle, and the pain was exquisite.He whipped my exposed back, and I bit down hard on the gag to muffle my screams. He pulled my hair, forcing my head back, and spanked my ass till it was raw.

“You like this, don’t you, slut?” he growled.

I nodded frantically.

He untied my legs, spread them wide, and thrust his hand into my soaking pussy. I was his little cum dumpster, and he made sure I knew it.

Good girls get rewarded; bad girls get punished. I was loving every minute of it!