Category: bondage phonesex

Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

I call him Mr. Mysterious. He always remains anonymous. I don’t know his name, where he’s from, or anything else about him. He uses an unregistered gift card. So he doesn’t have to give me any personal information. But I can always recognize his distinctive voice. It’s so deep and so sexy. Just the sound of it makes me all tingly and wet. When he says my name, my heart skips a beat. It turns me on so much. He’s older and dominant. I feel so young, naïve, and submissive with him. He makes me feel so special and so protected. I love it when he tells me what to do and uses my body for his own gratification and pleasure.

We love roleplaying. It’s always some type of age play, family fun, forced, domination, or bdsm. He has a very vivid and extreme imagination. And he always has very detailed and creative roleplay ideas. The roleplays always include mutual masturbation. He loves to make me cum, and he loves to hear me cum. Of course I love making him cum and hearing him cum just as much, or maybe even more.

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Femme Domme Friday

Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

The hunk at the gym was very bold when he approached. “I’d do anything you said so long as I got to taste your sweaty ass,” I smirked and nodded. We’d see what a good boy he’d make, it WAS Femme Domme Friday, after all.

He thought he’d drive us to his house, but he quickly learned he wasn’t going to have any control in this situation. He sat in the passenger seat of my car as I drove to my house, with my hand rubbing his upper thigh. My fingers grazed close to his cock, teasing him with what was to come, but never brushing his needy erection. The stud’s hips bucked trying to get some friction during the quick drive back to mine, but he still had no idea what he was in for.

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Melanie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 463

Have you seen those expensive ads with naked women laying on tables covered with food, usually sushi? Well, I had the opportunity to be like one of those ladies, but I wasn’t covered in fish.

I was at my house and used the dining room table. My friend Jay came over, and we just love dessert, especially an ice cream sundae. We decided to turn me into a great big giant Sundae! It had all the fixings.

First, I was covered in a full body layer of bananas sliced up and ready to gobble down. Next, I had some strawberry ice cream covering my titties, vanilla on my midriff and some chocolate down on my shaven pussy. It was so cold and sticky, but I had more layers to get ready for.

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Melanie 1-844-332-2639 ext. 463

I was working in my dungeon, excuse me, my OFFICE, and a really interesting client came downstairs to greet me. He was very alpha, brown hair and eyes, covered in muscles. It looked like he really like to work out. He told me that he was a very dominant man, but he wanted to try something new and be a sub for once. I was up for the challenge!

I told him to go to the wall and the first step in becoming a sub was becoming vulnerable, so I made him shed all his clothes, including his boxers and socks. Nothing can make you more submissive than standing completely naked in front of a stranger. He went along with it, and I admired the specimen that was standing in front of me.

The next step was putting on a pair of frilly underwear. Wearing panties was like a gateway to dressing up all together. He said he wasn’t feeling fully brave enough to wear clothes, but he was willing to try on a pair of panties for me. I got the girliest pair I could find: pink lacey panties with a bow on the front.

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

I followed Francie reluctantly though the forest.  It wasn’t the hike through the forest that protested.  Rather what she lead me through the woods to find that I had an issue with.  “What makes you Vampires and other monsters are real, Francie?” I asked in exasperation.  We’d been hiking for hours without even a hit of this elusive cave she insisted existed out here.  She dismissed me with a wave of her hand and looked down at her cell phone with a curse.  “Damn it, I’ve lost signal. I know I can still find it though.” Frannie proclaimed.  I just rolled my eyes and continue to follow her over the roots and through the surrounding trees.

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Melanie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 463

One of my ex-lovers was being naughty, so he needed to be punished! Miss Melanie to the rescue! I walked into his kitchen, and he already had a punishment tool picked out. Sitting on his kitchen island was a wooden ruler. Let’s see how man ways we can use this.

I told Kevin to strip off his pants, boxers too, and to bend over the kitchen island. He needed to close his eyes too and be ready. I spanked him with an open hand to start and to warm up his ass. Left and then right. My hand didn’t leave any marks this time, but the ruler sure would.

I took the ruler in my hand and smacked it a few times against my palm to give him a warning and I saw him jump each time the ruler struck my hand. His ass was ready and waiting. Whack! Whack! Whack! I smacked him five times hard across both cheeks at the same time. He winced each time again.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

I checked my watch. Exactly 8:00 PM. No need for rushing. That is the first rule of control. A Domme never rushes. The air was cool. I like it that way; it makes the submissive shiver a little, even without fear. He was already kneeling on the thick, dark rug, waiting. He never looked up until I told him to.

Today, he was wearing the pale pink satin nightie I had selected, the cheap lace scratching his skin. His face was painted heavy, the makeup slightly smudged around the eyes from nervous anticipation. He was not a man now; he was my project. He was my sissy bitch.

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The Betting Pool

Belle 1844-332-2639 X 444

“Now, cum now!” Jessica wailed, slamming her fists down on the coffee table in front of her. “Hold it, slave. Fucking hold it.” Sasha purred, confusing the sub duct tapped to the closet door with a fuck machine pounding his asshole from underneath.

“Let it go, baby.” Becky encouraged, and I cackled while tapping my riding crop against the giant timer that ticked away. All the girls looked over, and Jessica jumped off the couch, ripping her top to flash the sub her bouncy tits. “CUM NOW you STUPID slut!” she yelled at him, but it didn’t matter. Her time in the betting pool had come and gone, yet the sub did not explode.

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It's Locktober Time

Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244

Locktolder starts on Wednesday, losers. This year, I plan to hoard the keys of many male slaves. Not just puny little clits either! I want to lock up thick, big dicks too. My hope is that I’ll look like a Janitor with so many chastity keys on my key holder.

Everyone will hear me jingling down the street and think, “There goes Mama Lea and her big ol’ ring of keys.” Locktober is a time of denial, and I expect it to last all thirty-one days!

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

My basement isn’t for old boxes. It’s for pleasure. And this week, it held Jacques. The chains were thick but soft. Not to hurt him, just to hold him. He was stretched out on the cold stone floor, a thick mat beneath him, with his arms and legs secured. On the first day, he looked excited, but a little nervous too. I just smiled. “Welcome,” I whispered, and his whole body tensed.

I started slow. Just walking around him, my bare feet silent on the floor. I wore a thin robe, the silk brushing my skin. His eyes, usually so confident, were wide and fixed only on me. I could feel his gaze like a physical touch. I bent down, just out of his reach, letting my robe open a little, showing the curve of my thigh. He made a low sound, a guttural groan.

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