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Extreme Fetish Phone Sex with Donatella Raw Late Night Talk

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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.

Bondage and Submission Makes Cunts Tingle

Bondage and submission  Bondage and submission is something I fell in love with when I was with my ex-boyfriend. He was the one who introduced me to it, and from the very first time he tied me up, I knew that’s what I wanted – to be his submissive slut forever.

He had this dominant side that just took control of everything around him, including me. The way he would look at me with those piercing eyes made my heart race and my pussy wet. He knew exactly how to push my buttons and make me crave for more of his dominance.

Once Upon a Time

The first time he restrained me, it felt like an electric current running through my body. Every fiber of my being screamed for release as he bound me tighter and tighter with leather straps and ropes. But at the same time, there was a part of me that loved being helpless under his control. It turned me on beyond belief knowing that all decisions were taken away from me; all I could do was submit myself completely to him – both physically and emotionally.

As he started beating on different parts of my body – especially where it hurt most – a strange sense of pleasure overtook any pain or discomfort I might have felt initially . His rough hands against soft skin sent shivers down spine while moans escaped lips uncontrollably . Each slap echoed through room , reverberating off walls like thunderous applause . And every time hot tears streamed down cheeks , they only served remind us how deeply entwined our souls truly were .

Being submissive for him wasn’t just about sexually; it was about giving myself completely over to him – mind, body and soul. It made me feel wanted, desired and needed in a way that no other relationship ever had before. He owned every part of me – my heart ,my mind ,and especially my holes .

Bondage whore Jessica is tied up and ready to be used!

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What good is a bondage whore if she’s not tied up and ready to be fucked?

My filthy cunt was already worn out and packed full of sticky cum shots by the time my son came home and tied me up.

I tried to avoid running into him.

When I got home, I went straight for the shower.

He sensed that I was up to something, followed up upstairs and cornered me in the bathroom.

Before I even had time to say anything he reached under my skirt and grabbed my cunt.

His fingers sunk into my gaped, worn out and cum filled pussy.

I could tell that he knew where I had been and what I had been doing.

The look on his face showed both excitement and disapproval.

I knew that I would be punished for giving up my cunt without his permission.

At the time, I was caught up in a moment, horny as fuck and couldn’t resist.

Now, I was face to face with my Master with no choice but to accept the consequences.

He ordered me to squat down and spread my legs.

Doing so allowed him to see just how gaped and ruined my cunt was.

A big gush of cum started rolling out of my destroyed pussy right in front of him.

My whole head turned when he slapped me across the face as hard as he could.

I was called every degrading thing you can think of.

He spent the entire afternoon, slapping me, spanking me and spitting in my face.

I was even forced to kneel with my mouth open so that I could be used as his toilet.

When it came time for him to leave, he dropped me off at a trap house down town.

I was stripped naked and tied up with my thighs spread apart to hold my pussy open.

Being tied up and left for the free use of any and everyone was the last step of my punishment and the most brutal.

Sub slut Jessica will tell you all about it when you call…

Submissive Sex Chat with Donatella Craving Controlled Desire

Submissive Sex ChatThe moment I hear his voice, my body melts before my mind even registers it. Submissive Sex Chat with him isn’t just words; it’s a current that pulls me under, leaving me shaking with anticipation. I feel my heartbeat spike as he reminds me to kneel, to focus, to listen, every instruction laced with control and promise. “Good girl,” he whispers, and it’s enough to make my knees wobble with longing.

I obey instantly, every movement precise because I want him to see that I crave his dominance. He guides me slowly, firmly touching my big titties, deliberately while slowly fingering my wet yummy pussy, telling me how to place my hands, how to arch my back, and how to respond. His voice is firm but teasing, each command dripping with desire, and I feel myself heating under the weight of his attention. “Touch yourself for me,” he orders, and I shiver at the permission, the command, the need to please him perfectly.

Soft whispers and sharp instructions mix together, creating a rhythm I can’t escape. I love the way he notices every shiver, every breath I take, every tiny twitch of need. His control makes me desperate, stretching my limits in ways I didn’t know I wanted. I moan softly, careful to match the pace he sets, to stay within the boundaries he draws. Every correction from him is electric, reminding me exactly who is in charge and why I crave it so deeply.

“Eyes on me,” he says, and I obey instantly, feeling the tug of power in my chest. My entire being narrows into focus on him alone. Each command, each teasing order, heightens my craving, makes me ache with anticipation, makes me tremble with submission. I feel exposed and cherished all at once, every nerve alert, every sense alive, tuned only to his voice, his pleasure, his approval.

By the time he finally lets me relax, my body is trembling, flushed, and humming with satisfaction. I crave more, even as I catch my breath, even as I feel the burn of obedience lingering through my muscles. He has guided me exactly where he wanted, controlling every pulse of desire, shaping every moment of pleasure. I am his, fully surrendered, completely addicted to the thrill of being molded by him. The intensity of his dominance leaves me dizzy and weak, and I would follow every command forever, if he only asked.

BDSM Phone Sex, Bruised Tits and Spanked Ass

BDSM Phone Sex BDSM Phone Sex Is what I Live for! Especially Since My RL Dom Moved to Florida. I am seeking a new Dom, and until I find one Phone BDSM is what will keep me in check. I Like Demanding Daddies that know what they want from a little slut like me. Made for your use and abuse. Violation and molestation. Spanks, Slaps and smacks. Use your hands or tools and devices. My Dom did give me quite the send off, let me tell you all about it.

Daddy was Leaving me, This was it.

First, he wanted me to give him the best blow job I could muster. I did this with pride, if there is one thing I am amazing at, it is definantly Sucking big cocks. I slurped him up and sucked deep. A Slow sensual suck job, letting him own my throat one last time. Holding myself face down on his lap, until I almost passed out.

He told me to present myself. Lying on my back I opened my body to him. It was going to be his body, one last time. Landing between my legs, he teased my meat curtains with his cock knob, spanking my clit hard to awaken her. Then he entered me, with a forceful plunge. That’s when slapping my tits began. His hands coming down hard as he demanded I tell him I was going to miss him, and no one would ever fuck me the way he did.

Slap!

Slap! My tits burned searing hot, slap after hard slap. My nipples tight and hard, buzzed with warm heat. His man hands came down hard slapping both my boobs at the same time. I watched as the went from bright red to purple speckles.

Then he flipped me over like a rag doll, and pounded the hell out of me with his raw, naked cock. Fucking me hard and Spanking my ass harder. I felt the slamming sting of each blow. I came so fucking hard on his Cock. He fired off inside me, sinking his cock deep. I felt him pulse inside as his cock finally gave into my wet pussy and filled me so good.

Bruised Tits and Welted ass Looks good On me, I sure am going to miss him.

 

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Bare bottom spankings beat me into the perfect submissive

Bare bottom spankings Bare bottom spankings craving is unbearable. My entire being yearns to be claimed, dominated, and owned.

Lucky for me, there are so many mean Daddies out there that love to put me in my place!

I went over to this guy’s house in the sluttiest schoolgirl outfit. He opened the door and immediately grabbed my hair and pulled me into his place.

 

He threw me to the ground, and I looked up, and there were all these hard dick black guys ready to go. He said, “Get to sucking whore” and I opened wide.

Those hard black dicks were fucking my throat so hard, and the whole time this guy was beating my little ass. First, he used a ruler, and when that broke, he took off his belt and really let go. He was crazy the way he was beating my ass with that belt.
He beat me so hard I could feel my skin splitting and the blood dripping down my thighs.

I am a good Bondage whore so you know I am loving every second of this. To get my throat dominated by nigga dick and my ass whipped bloody is heaven. He must have beaten my ass over a thousand times. By the time I was done, my ass went purple. A badge of honor in my line of work.

When he had had his fill of beating me, he rammed his cock into my asshole and fucked those black cocks deeper into my throat. He shot his load into my hole and then ordered all of those BBCs to fuck him cum deeper in me. Those black dudes did a number on my hole. They all jackhammered their cocks in me and added to the bruises on my butt. It was so nasty the way I was used, but it’s the only way I can cum!

 

 

 

 

Bondage and Submission Donatella Craves Control Midnight Now

Bondage and SubmissionThe moment I see the ropes, my pulse quickens, and I can’t help but shiver. Everything about being wrapped tight, restrained, and completely at someone else’s mercy makes my skin come alive. This isn’t fear… it’s craving. I want the surrender, the helplessness, the delicious tension in every bind. Bondage and Submission isn’t just a game to me… it’s a need, a rush, a way to feel every inch of myself while giving control away.

I kneel, waiting, my wrists and ankles already aching from anticipation. The rope bites gently, holding me close, reminding me I belong here, that every tiny move must be guided by their hand. My body arches instinctively as the cord presses just right, holding me, shaping me, claiming me. I’m not shy about it… I love the tightness, the way it forces me to focus only on them, only on my obedience.

“Look at you,” a voice yells above me, sharp and commanding. “Every move perfect, every shiver earned.” I tilt my head, biting my lip, knowing I’ve done nothing yet and already they are in control. I follow instructions instantly, small movements guided by whispered commands, my mind sharpening on the edge of pleasure and discipline. Every shift, every motion is met with approval… or correction, and I crave both.

They circle me, hands never touching, just presence commanding. I imagine them adjusting ropes, tightening knots, or guiding my chest and hips to the perfect position. The anticipation makes me moan quietly, a soft sound I can’t help, and I feel the thrill of being watched so intently, controlled so completely. Each command pulls me further, and I obey willingly, eagerly, desperate to please.

I imagine the night stretching on… my body bound, every inch mapped, every gesture scrutinized and guided. My senses heighten, every touch imagined more intense, every whispered order more intoxicating. I am caught between wanting to move and needing to remain still, craving freedom while loving restraint.

And when they finally say, “Rest, now,” I let myself melt into the ropes, utterly spent, utterly satisfied, and utterly devoted. Every tug, every binding, every whispered order confirms it: my body, my mind, my pleasure… they are theirs.

 I crave being choked tightly to where I can barely breathe, with him deeply looking into my soul. I live for this, and at midnight, wrapped and bound, I surrender completely, letting the ropes guide every shiver, every move, every desire…

Submissive slut Jessica is all yours!

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I’m Daddy’s submissive slut and his good girl. He deserves the best and most obedient whore ever because he’s such a good Daddy.

 I try to follow his rules and not touch my pussy without his permission. Sometimes I just get carried away.

Daddy turns me on so much!

 I can’t help but to touch my wet pussy and think of his hard cock.

That’s how I ended up tied up and gagged with my ass all red and blistered.

He caught me finger fucking my cunt again.

I thought that he was gone for the day. The video I was watching of a sub getting plowed by her Master was making me so wet.

Without even realizing what I was doing, my hand wandered into my panties. I found myself rubbing my pussy.

I started out softly circling my clit with two fingers. Before long, that became full on finger fucking myself and moaning loudly. My cunt gushed and pussy juice splashed all over my fingers.

Master came back to get something that he had forgotten when he heard me.

The bedroom door slammed open and he stood in the doorway with a stern look on his face.

I knew that I was in big trouble.

Sub slut Jessica took her place at Master’s feet and awaited her punishment.

Call me so we can talk about how Master punished his naughty submissive slave slut…

 

Submissive Slut Bernice is a Naughty Whore

submissive slutThis submissive slut was naughty this year. And Santa spanked me. But Santa did a lot more than just spank me too. My master summoned me to the BDSM club on Christmas Eve. I knew the club would be open. Holidays appear to be busy days for bars and clubs. He wanted me dressed as a sexy Mrs. Claus. And I do own such an outfit.

When I arrived at the club, Master looked like Santa Claus. And although the club appeared open, the crowd seemed small. He held a private Christmas party. And I would be servicing all these men at the private party. Master started things off. I sat on Santa’s lap. He groped my tits before flipping me over on his lap for some bare bottom spankings which he claimed, I deserved for being a naughty whore.

He then invited all the men in the club, which I counted 32, to do what they wanted to me. And I felt like it might be Christmas hell for me. All the men in the club wanted to spank my bare ass. And I think they all got a few whacks in making my ass bright red. However, if I only endured spanking, I would’ve been OK with it. But their hands turned into belts. And that turned into a gang bang. A Christmas gangbang.

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Master rarely lets other men fuck me. Although he will let men spank me, flog me and tie me up, he usually keeps my fuck holes to himself. But not Christmas Eve. All my fuck holes were up for grabs to the 32 random club members. All younger men with big cocks and no dedicated slaves.

Perhaps, I deserved this rough treatment. Occasionally, I hook up with somebody that master does not know about. These men started gagging me with their cocks. Although I consider myself good at cock worshiping, these guys turned greedy. And they tried to monopolize my mouth, forcing more than a few cocks in my mouth simultaneously. And I ended up puking. One of the guys grabbed my head and pushed my face in the puke, like a dog that pissed the carpet. He forced me to lick it up.

But I survived. Master tried to tell me this was less punishment for his slave and more a reward for his disciples. Try telling that to my ass. I can’t even sit straight. But I do try to be a good whore. And for the New Year, I promised master I would be an even better whore for him and you.

Jacqueline Bends Over For Bare Bottom Spankings

Thinking about those bare bottom spankings, yes please! bare bottom spankings Oh, You know I love it when my master spanks my bare bottom! I’ll bend over eagerly, presenting my round cheeks to him. He can use his hand or a paddle if he wants to make me squeal louder. The sting of his palm against my flesh will only make me wetter for him. And when he starts alternating between cheeks, it feels like heaven and hell all at once. By the end of it, both of us will be breathless but satisfied as ever before.

As I bend over, my master’s gaze lingers on the plump curves of my ass. He runs his hand gently along the crack between my cheeks, teasing me with anticipation. When he finally makes contact with one rosy cheek, it stings but also feels so good at the same time. The sound of his palm meeting flesh echoes through the room as he delivers a hard smack that causes me to yelp out in surprise and pleasure mixed together.

He continues spanking me in quick succession, alternating between both cheeks until they are both bright red and throbbing with heat. With each strike, I feel myself growing wetter for him – a testament to how much this kind of punishment arouses me deep down inside. My pussy is dripping wet by now as well; I can feel it pooling between my legs every time I move even slightly awkwardly due to being bent over like this for so long…

Despite how much it hurts (or maybe because of it), all I can think about is pleasing him more – taking his cock deeper into my stretched-out cunt or sucking on his thick shaft until he cums all over my face… But right now isn’t about that; right now is about submitting completely to his will and enjoying every moment of pain mixed with pleasure coursing through our bodies intertwined together like this.