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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! 

 

Bondage Phone Sex Makes Me Excitingly Shameless

Bondage Phone Sex is what I showed up to the club for. Obviously, I’d dressed deliberately in a tight, black latex dress that barely covered my ass, with a collar around my neck that screamed “submissive.” My hair was pulled back severely, emphasizing my vulnerability.

“I’m Eliana and I’m here for the party.” I say to the Bouncer, and showing my Invite.

First he checked his list and nodded, pulling the curtain aside to reveal a world of darkness and pleasure. Then as the scent   thick with leather, sweat, and sex. Dungeon monitors in black uniforms moved silently between stations, their eyes scanning the room for any sign of distress. I took a deep breath, my heart pounding with anticipation.

That’s when I saw him.

My Bondage Phone Sex Master Was Commanding Attention

He stood in the center of the room, a commanding figure in a black silk shirt and tailored slacks. His dark hair was slicked back, and his eyes—cold, piercing gray—seemed to see right through me. He was surrounded by three subs, all on their knees, all awaiting his command. I recognized him immediately from the online forums—Master Damien, known for his particular brand of sadism that left his subs begging for more.

As if feeling my gaze, his head turned, and those gray eyes locked onto mine. I froze, my body responding to his stare with a rush of heat that pooled between my thighs. He gave me a slow, deliberate once-over, his eyes lingering on my collar, my exposed legs, my trembling lips. Then, with a slight nod, he beckoned me forward.

Obviously My legs felt like jelly as I made my way across the room. Now conscious of every eye on me. When I reached him, I dropped to my knees immediately, my head bowed in submission.

A Submissive Whore Name Eliana

“Name?” he asked, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through my chest.

“Eliana, Master,” I replied, my voice steady despite the butterflies in my stomach.

“Good girl,” he said, his fingers lifting my chin so I was forced to look at him. “I’ve heard about you. The former mistress who craves submission. Tell me, Eliana, why do you think you’re worthy of my attention?”

Now swallowing hard, my mind racing. “I don’t know if I am, Master. But I’m willing to learn. I’m willing to do whatever it takes to please you.”

Bondage Phone Sex

Then a small smile played on his lips. “That’s the right answer.” He stood up, towering over me. “Stand up.”

As I rose to my feet, my body trembling with excitement and fear. He then circled me slowly, his fingers trailing lightly over my skin, making me shiver. “You have potential,” he murmured. “But potential needs to be tested.”

He led me to a St. Andrew’s cross in the corner of the room, its dark wood gleaming under the low lights. “Strip,” he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument…

You pulled a trick and got me triple dicked!

Bondage whore

You swept me off my feet at first. Fucking and sucking me like a gentleman, the first time I’ve ever been treated with dignity and respect. I grew up with a bad daddy, uncle, anyone who could get their cock on me, so you took me by surprise. But I was wrong, you were just the type of men I go for. Abusive and brutally angry. They take all their anger from the outside world out on my tiny little tootsie.

I get off on the pain but had no idea of that secret room below your house. The black dungeon where you tricked me, tied me up, gagged me. You looked into my eyes and told me how worthless I was, so disgusting that you refused to shove your cock inside me, rather you found others that would.

Bondage and submission

My face covered you whipped and smacked me telling me how dirty I was “stupid whore, I only wanted one thing from you” as you continued to shred my skin with knives and whips. The next thing I hear are multiple footsteps, multiple men and their droopy pre cum soiled cocks ready to rip me from the inside out.

“Have your way with this trash boys” as they shoved a cock up my ass, cunt and in my mouth at the same time. I couldn’t breathe as I was forced to grind on the double trouble between my legs. Unable to even whimper I could feel his cock tip smashing the back of my throat as you choked my neck. The ultimate freak down blow out, you sick fuck. You had this planned since the moment you met me, filming it for later.

 

I Need To Be Your Cum Slut

Cum slut phone sexA Cum slut phone sex call has my pussy dripping wet. I want to get fucked in all of my holes at the same time, a BBC gang bang is what I am craving, a fat black dick down my throat making me gag and choke, gasping for air as my throat is fucked hard and rough, another dick deep in my dripping wet cunt, making me cream all over it, while two thick dicks fill my asshole I want to be triple penetrated, I am feeling so fucking nasty, need to be used and abused, treated like a filthy fucking cum whore, Be a good boy rally up all your big black thug friends and come abuse my sweet white pussy baby, fuck all of my holes and make me submit to all of you, cover me with all of your baby batter, paint my face with cum, I want to be a submissive slut to you and all of your friends, Can you fulfill my fantasy? 

Bondage Whore Jacqueline Meets A New Master

bondage whoreNervous yet excited to be your new bondage whore, I arrived at your doorstep dressed in my sexiest lingerie and high heels.

You started by tying up my wrists tightly behind my back using leather cuffs before attaching them securely onto hooks embedded into walls; making sure they couldn’t slip free easily even if tried desperately hard enough! Then moved down towards legs which were bound together at knees then pulled apart so feet hovered off ground slightly. All while still remaining connected via rope binding them together just above ankles forming X shape.  To keep balance precarious yet maintaining some level comfort during ordeal ahead!

Next step involved flogging different parts body starting slow gentle strokes gradually increasing intensity each time until skin was red and stinging from the impact of leather whip against it. I moaned loudly as you struck my ass cheeks, back, thighs – anywhere he pleased really! It felt incredible being at your mercy like this; every sensation heightened by anticipation of what might come next…

Finally sated with flogging session (or so it seemed),  untied restraints youbinding wrists freeing them up but keeping ankles bound together still leaving you vulnerable position for further torment or pleasure depending on His mood tonight! Then moved behind pressing hard cock between legs rubbing teasingly along wet slit before pushing inside without warning taking control both physically emotionally overwhelming feeling sweeping through entire body making heart race faster than ever before!! As you began thrusting forcefully into tight cunt milking out orgasms after another one right after other leaving no doubt who truly held power here that day!!!

“You’re such a dirty little slut aren’t cha?”you growled down ear while pounding away relentlessly hips meeting resistance only adding fuel already raging inferno burning deep within core!”Yes Master,”I cried out lovingly looking up adoringly at you knowing full well that these words were true reflection feelings coursing throughout veins.

“Take me harder please…”your voice trembled slightly indicating desire even more punishment if possible which only served to excite him even further causing you pick pace increasing intensity until finally reaching climax filling mouth cum shot spurting ropes hot sticky jizz onto floor beneath face mask worn earlier during playtime ensuring mess was contained within confines of dungeon rather than spilling out into rest of house where it might cause problems later down line when cleaning up after particularly messy session like this one had been!

Bare bottom spankings keeps a whore in her place

Bare bottom spankings are never just a gentle sting. My ass is panted so red, it glows in the dark. I like to be kept in my place. I always need to be reminded of my status as a plaything for a dominant man’s pleasure. My ass takes the discipline, fat, hard cock ramming in my tight asshole, after a good beating.Bare bottom spankings
My life is all about living for the agony and ecstasy of being bound, helpless, and at the mercy of my Master’s whims. The tighter the ropes, the deeper the pleasure. My body sings with each tug, each twist, as I’m molded into the perfect specimen of submission.
I think you should use every tool at your disposal. Your hands are strong, but give them a break. Use the leather whip or paddle and make my ass cheeks bleed. I want to be the Extreme bondage whore who can take the maximum amount of suffering. So please, Master, don’t go easy on me! Beat be black, blue, and bleeding.

 

Scat phone sex with a filthy sub slut

scat phone sex

After overhearing me on a hot scat phone sex call, my son decided that it was time for him to use me in the one way that he has never used me before. He has owned me for years but somehow, the idea of him using me as a human toilet had never crossed his mind. Other men have pissed down my throat and shit on my tongue but my son has never requested that from me. That was until he overheard me talking about it on a call this morning. He walked in and saw the way that I was rubbing my cunt and must have seen how much scat calls turn me on. He didn’t make me end my call but he was still standing there when I was finished. He was stroking his cock and I already knew what he was going to do. He walked over to me and turned around. I opened my mouth like an obedient whore and slid my tongue between his ass cheeks without being told. I swirled my tongue around his asshole, rimming him and teasing him until I could feel him start to open up. I opened my mouth and as the hot logs fell onto my tongue, I chewed them up and swallowed as much as I could. I used one hand to stroke his hard dick while rubbing my soaked cunt with the other and kept my lips and tongue focused on his shithole the entire time. After pushing out as much as he could into my mouth, he turned around just in time to bust a fat cum load across my face. I’m a well used submissive and I’ve been passed from Master to Master over the years but nothing will ever make my pussy as hot and wet as being used as a filthy scat slut! Got a load to feed this nasty whore?

Cock Worshiping Slut Gracie Needs Your Dick!

Cock Worshiping

I’m a cock worshiping, submissive whore.

All I want to do is show my man how much I love his cock and all the devotion I have for him. I want him to tie my hands behind my back so I can really show him how much I love his cock. I want to worship it with just my mouth, like the slut I am. I adore being helpless while I serve him.

I always start by giving a soft kiss to the tip so that I can taste that salty pre-cum. Having him tie my hands tighter together is only making my nipples get harder. 

I wrap my juicy lips around the head of your cock and suck, gently at first. I swirl my tongue around the head and underneath. Big long strokes up the shaft with my spit-dripped tongue, I don’t stop until I feel that dick throbbing in my mouth. I take him as deep as I can, gagging but pushing through it. 

I just love your cock so much. 

I only want to be a submissive whore for you Daddy. 





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.

Submissive Bondage Whore Jacqueline Is Your Pet

As a submissive bondage whore, I live for the feeling of being completely owned and controlled by my dominant partner. Today, I found myself in the dungeon of a powerful man who had big plans for me.

He began by tying my wrists tightly above my head, leaving me vulnerable and exposed. He then attached a leash to my collar and led me over to a large wooden X-frame where he secured each leg at the ankles and knees with heavy chains. With nowhere left to go but where he wanted me, I felt an intense mix of fear and arousal coursing through my veins.

Next came the gag in my mouth – it was thick enough that all I could do was moan around it as he tied it off securely behind my head. The look on his face told me that this wasn’t nearly enough; he wanted more from me than just submission. So he continued binding every part of me: first wrapping rope around each breast until they were firmly bound together before moving downwards towards lower regions…

As if reading his thoughts about what came next (which perhaps he did), there was suddenly pressure against both sides of our hips as wide leather cuffs were locked into place – effectively immobilizing us both while still allowing some movement within those limits set forth by our captor/lover’s desires .

With every inch of skin covered in soft yet restricting fabric or cold metal restraints ,I couldn’t help but feel completely helpless under his control . But despite this newfound vulnerability , something inside told me

that this was exactly where I belonged – at his mercy, completely exposed and open to whatever he wished to do with me.

As if sensing my thoughts, he began to run his hands over my body, tracing the lines of rope and leather that bound me so tightly. His touch sent shivers down my spine as he teased each sensitive area in turn: flicking the tip of a whip against my bare skin; running ice-cold chains across nipples hardened by fear and anticipation; caressing the soft flesh between my legs through the thin layer separating us.

With every passing moment, it became clearer that this wasn’t just about control for him – there was an intense desire burning beneath his surface too. And when at last he positioned himself behind me on all fours (our bodies now connected only by our restraints), I knew what was coming next…