Category: fetish phonesex

I'm Gonna Fuck Your Tuck

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

I shaved you smooth for your humiliation session. It should be so hot for me and total denial for you. Stand in front of the bed and watch me tuck that little dick up between your legs. I’ll push your balls up into your body where I won’t have to see them. I want that pussy looking good as fuck. Look down at your new pussy, isn’t it what you’ve always wanted?

After your tuck is tapped tight so you can’t spring free, I’ll put you in a high-waisted thong and lay you back on the bed. Keep your legs closed as I let out my pretty shedick and show you how far away from being a man you really are. Continue reading “I’m Gonna Fuck Your Tuck” →

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Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Mommy sent Ronnie to the bakery to get some parmesan before dinner. Unfortunately she was making some melazzane and brussel sprouts, and Ronnie wasn’t looking forward to it. No matter what Mommy Anna did, Ronnie could not enjoy either of those. She gave him some money to go to the store and told him to be back before dinner.

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Turning Straight Subs Gay

Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

“I’ll do anything you want, Goddess,” is the most annoying thing to fall off your lips when it’s followed by, “Oh, but I don’t like that.” Or, “I’m not into guys. I am straight!” Then youre a fucking liar, aren’t you? Because you just said you’d do ANYTHING I wanted—no time for backpedaling now.

The Sissy for today’s activity is strapped to a table with one leg tied up to a pole. Putting her legs in a wide-open “L” shape. Her skirts flipped up to expose that giant sissy clit. She didn’t know what was going to happen today, but it didn’t matter because, unlike you, she really will endure anything for me.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

I sometimes scroll through the endless river of X influencers and meme‑lords and dip my finger into the darker current where the lonely, the desperate, the sub‑tethered souls cling to the glow of their screens. I’m not here for the likes. I’m here for the whispers that crawl under the door of my inbox.

Tonight a man named “Crumbling” posts a selfie of his gaunt face, half‑lit by a cheap LED strip, and captioned “Just another night feeling useless.” I smile and type “Pathetic. You are a toy that needs a master to give you purpose.” It’s a comment I’ve rehearsed a thousand times and lands where his ego is fragile enough to shatter. Oops!

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Danika * (844) 332-2639 x 466

In my hopes to learn more about dominance, humiliation, and just taking charge in general, I came across a very interesting fetish that promises I will have A Figging Good Time. Of course, I will also make sure that you, my submissive toy, also enjoys the experience. All you have to do is bend to my will, and trust that I am doing this for your own good. It will be a learning experience for both of us. You will learn how to stay present inside the intensity that the experience offers. By now I am sure you have clued into the tool I am choosing for discipline. I am well aware that figging is not for the faint of heart. This is a test of submission. Can you stay with me while your body pulls away?

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

Jacob was soft‑spoken and obedient. He always provided the perfect contrast to my demanding presence and had given me everything a domme could ask for. Trust, reverence and especially, a willingness to let his world revolve around my whims.

I loved the way his eyes looked up the moment I raised my hand and the way his breath caught when my heels clicked against the cold hardwood. He knew the rhythm of my voice and the cadence of my commands. He trusted me with the parts of himself he never let anyone else see. And for a long time, that was enough. Until it wasn’t. Until I needed more.

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TS Alexus 844-332-2639 EXT 349

It’s a fantasy you haven’t been able to make come true. You’ve wanted to cum like a girl for so long that the frustration of attempt after attempt has left you defeated. Don’t worry, bitch, I got you. I’m an expert at giving girls their first sissygasm through rigorous training.

There is often a waiting list for this program because so many of you can’t seem to reach that g-spot. So be patient and willing to give it your all when you finally get the chance to train with Shemale Alexus.

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Oops I cheated on You

Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270

Oops, I cheated on you again. I wish I could say how sorry I am. Unfortunately, I’m not actually sorry at all. See, I was doing the grocery shopping, and this tall drink of water whispered in my ear that my sundress was making his cock uncomfortably hard. How could I just walk away with a cock in need like that?

I licked my red lips and told him to meet me in the family bathroom in ten minutes. Those bathrooms are just perfect for a little midday fuck with a stranger.

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Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Daddy Ron had begun to suspect that Mommy Anna was up to something. She was still well behaved, cooked and cleaned, but she wasn’t putting out much these days. Daddy Ron decided that he would interrogate Little Ronnie, to see if he could find any clues.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

When I first saw Chrissy, she was perched on a cracked vinyl chair in a downtown laundromat. Just a thin silhouette hunched over her laundry basket, waiting for the dryer to cycle. The dim fluorescent lights flickered above her, casting a sickly glow that made her skin look sickly and almost translucent.

“Hey,” I said, sliding onto the bench opposite her. “Are you okay?” She lifted her head, looking sad. “I’m Chrissy,” she whispered. “I’m just tired of being the joke everyone laughs at.” I studied her for a moment. “Why do you think you’re a joke, babe?” She sighed, as if she had explained this at least a hundred times before. “I know I’m not the kind of girl anyone wants. I’m so tired of being the ugly neighborhood sissy who only gets hit on during last call…But if someone could make me beautiful, like a girl that rich and successful men actually want…I’ll do anything.”

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