You wanted to know how I would be as an extreme fetish phone sex slut? Let me tell you about roman, a domme who wanted fetish fucking all day and night. Whatever he could do to get off with me, he would. Nothing was ever too strange. Any filthy scenario he would conjure up in his sick mind or something he would see thru a porn vid would instantly become a task for me to do for him. One, in particular, involved my four-legged friend and a sticky icky peanut butter jar. He desperately wanted my four-legged friends to knot in me. All the while, my domme would be fucking my ass. I was being used up like crazy. If you’re curious about all the dirty details call me because I have a heck of a story for you fetish lovers.
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Submissive Whore Here to Serve
Dominant men love a good girl that submits to his desires, and I am that Submissive Whore. Why Whore? Because I am a paid submissive and taking money for sexual gratification in return makes me a Whore. You are paying to use me for your pleasures and to take out frustrations on me for a small fee is worth my weight in gold.
I love the calls I get from men that are in their Office after hours to have some alone time. I am the girl that they call up if they are in California or somewhere that it’s midnight or 1am. As I come on at 4am EST most days that means I am the total after hrs girl of late nights. Or the day slut they need to start their day or have on their lunch break. It’s me who will kneel before them and get a deepthroat blowjob from in the middle of the Morning or day.
My only desire is to be used hard. I cum like a Queen when my holes and body are used in some extreme fun. Nothing is off limits.
Submissive Slut Souvenir
I understand wanting to keep a souvenir from your submissive slut subjugation sessions, but you don’t get to just have me all to yourself. I don’t belong to anyone, no matter how much I get into my submissive role and make you feel as though I’m all yours. It’s basically just really kinky, sexy roleplay, Pal. You don’t get to keep me, sorry to tell you. You must be out of your damn mind.
I know, this time of year makes you all sentimental and you want a sex servant around 24/7 to help you handle everything you’re feeling. It’s cool, I’ll come around when you call. Even if I’m busy, I’ll find some time to fit you into my submissive schedule and will let you have your way with me. You can do, pretty much, whatever you want to me, I don’t have many boundaries. I do draw the line at being detained against my will for an undetermined amount of time. For anyone, not just you. Don’t take it personally.
Seriously, Sluggo, you need to let me go. Let me out now and I’ll still be willing to come back for more back breaking bondage and slit sliming subjugation. You obviously can’t keep me in here forever, so if you untie me right now let me be on my merry way, everything will be kosher. Try to hold onto me for one more minute and you’ll see a super submissive whore get pissed. I promise I won’t just ruin your holidays, I’ll wreck your whole goddamned life. What, you think I’m some sort of wimpy woman who just happens to let you dominate her? You obviously don’t know who you’re messing with. Now, let… me… go. I won’t tell you again.
The Hardcore Bondage Box
Every sub knows that if you flap your gums a little too much around the wrong dom then you get put through some of the most extreme hardcore bondage you’ve ever been forced to endure. I’m not just talking about latex body suits and leather straps. You get lippy with a really domineering dick and you’re going to get the business. Last night, I let my mouth get the best of me with a heavy handed master who, apparently, isn’t into levity when he’s slapping around and breaking down a slave. And when he gets really mad, he busts out The Box.
I couldn’t help myself, he totally set me up for it. When you meet a new master, it can be a little awkward and a bit nerve wracking, so I like to lighten the mood and joke around when I can. He was in the middle of his opening spiel (they all have one) when he mentioned something about the “titillating torture” he was about to put me through when I interrupted him to tell my favorite joke: “How do you titillate an ocelot? Oscillate her tit a lot.” Needless to say, he was not amused.
Maybe he isn’t into jokes. Maybe he doesn’t like to be interrupted. Maybe he doesn’t know what the fuck an ocelot is and he felt stupid. It doesn’t matter which part pissed him off the most, what matters is that I was hobbled and locked in a hanging stockade of a box for the entire time I was in his chamber being chastised, whipped, fucked hard and filled with cum. It sucks, you can’t see what’s about to happen to you or move any of your limbs to do anything about it when it does. I just had to take everything he had to throw at me and he expected me to stay quiet while I did.
We all know that didn’t happen. I talked shit and screamed and, of course, tried to be funny while I got violently banged, beaten and blasted with jizz. Wanna know how I know he liked it? He didn’t gag me. He could’ve put any number of gags in my mouth that would’ve easily shut me up while I was bound and tethered with my head in The Box of extreme bondage and super serious men. No, he let me keep gabbing away while he gouged out my vag and gaped my asshole. Being locked in that dark and musty cube would’ve been a lot worse If I couldn’t say anything and joke around. Next time I’ll tell him a real knee slapper, I bet I can make him laugh.
Prostate Milking is a Process
The loudest screaming orgasms I’ve ever heard are from the guys who come to me for some prostate milking. They scream and shout as their bodies shake and shudder, pricks pumping out shimmering pools of pearly pecker goo the whole time. It can get pretty crazy and really messy, especially when my entire fist is buried wrist deep in their rectum. If you like the look, feel and taste of cum as much as I do, you’ll agree that it’s completely worth the extra effort.
Proper milking is a process. You don’t want to just jam your fingers into a guy’s butthole, find his rubbery little cum nugget and stab at it with your manicured claws. The session will be over before it can even get started. You have to start by edging him out, teasing his tallywacker and gently nudging his nutsack a bit, first. Massage his undercarriage and play with his prostate from the outside, get it all juiced up and ready to start leaking out a little love lotion. You’ll know when it’s time to start making your way into his shitbox by how much precum is drooling out of his dong. Once you have a steadily flowing stream of slime coming out of that cock head, you can venture on around to the back.
Doing two things will prevent any unwanted anal blowouts when you’re fisting someone: sequential stretching and lots of lube! I make sure the cornhole is coated and filled with lubricant before I start with my one finger warm-up. It doesn’t take too long for a sphincter to get used to a single digit and, before I know it, I have three of the five fingers on one of my hands inside his anus and gently tickling his semen maker. Three soon turns into four then I add in the thumb, holding the tips of all five together to make a cone shape with my fingers. That’s the most important stretching moment, once I pop my knuckles past their turd cutter, the rest is a snap.
Imagine wearing a hot and mushy, super juicy oven mitt that weighs 200 pounds on your hand. That’s what it feels like when you’re wrist deep in an ass. Slight jabs and gently moving your fingers generates some crazy gyrations and hip grinding from your guy, every time. Stroke his schlong in rhythm with the thrusting of your fist and you’ll get so much jizz out of your extreme fetish phone sex freak that you won’t know what to do with it. I suggest sucking it all up and using it to play with your pussy, but that’s just what I like to do with it.
Extreme fetish phone sex
I have a fetish for incest I love I love having sex with my family, but when my little brother was smaller we found a fetish that was so extreme only he and I could do it. When we were tikes all the brothers and sisters played the fart game. We took our fart game to another level. We would sit on the sofa and when it was time for one of us to fart we would put each other’s heads underneath the cover and hold the cover down. One night when my brother was underneath the cover after I farted he went ahead and touched my pussy. I got so wet unexpectedly, so when it was my turn to go under the covers I touched his cock. We went back and forth at this for a while before we were literally mouth to cock or mouth to pussy, and pretty soon cocked to pussy. As we grew older it became such a fetish that we could not have orgasms unless we were listening to someone fart. When I went off to college it was the hardest time ever. I would call my little brother on the phone after a big date and beg him to fester up a fart, so I could live out this extreme fetish phone sucks just fart for me oh I need to cum so bad.


















