Category: fetish phonesex

domme

Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

I ran a thumb along the seam of my black lace glove, savoring the slickness of the leather against my skin. The title—naughty slut, dominant bitch—they were just labels. To them, they were prayers whispered into the void. To me, they were tools.

Tonight, my tool was denial. Exquisite, slow, psychological denial. I pushed open the door, and the air shifted. Elias was already in position, knees pressed to the cold concrete, wrists secured behind him with thick, dark cuffs. He wasn’t looking at me; he wouldn’t dare until I permitted it.

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Jackie 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 330

I’m Jackie, and on Veteran’s Day, I like to pay my respects in a special way. Y’all know I’m a Georgia peach, all curves and sass, so I head on over to the VFW hall to show my gratitude in the most southern, honey-sweet fashion.

As I walk in, them old boys’ eyes light up like Christmas trees. I’m glad to oblige; after all, a curvy beauty like me owes it to them brave men to do my part. I saunter on over, hips swaying, and give ’em a wink and a smile. “Y’all ready for some sweet Georgia pie, fellas?” I ask, batting my lashes.

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sissy girl

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

A mischievous grin spread across my face as I saw “Sissy Girl” flash on the screen. I tapped accept, wondering what adorable display she had cooked up for Mama tonight, knowing full well she’d be decked out in something impossibly cute, probably with a tell-tale bulge peeking from under her chosen ensemble.

“Mama!” a high-pitched squeal erupted from the speaker, and there she was, Emily – my sissy girl – beaming at me, while practically vibrating with excitement. She waddled closer to the camera, proudly showcasing her latest ‘outfit,’ a truly magnificent riot of color: a pastel rainbow onesie, ruffled bloomers peeking out from beneath, and even striped knee-high socks that mismatched just enough to be utterly charming. “Look, Mama! Look what I’m wearing!” she exclaimed, twirling clumsily to give me a full 360-degree view. Her cheeks were flushed with pride.

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Teeny Weenie

Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228

Your teeny weenie is useless to me, so it’s a good thing you’re about to call me for small penis humiliation phone sex. I love giving losers like you tasks to do. All kinds of things you can do for me to make me laugh.

You know what makes me so mad about guys like you? That if you’re wearing pants women who are just out and about in the world don’t know how unfortunate your dick is. They have no way of knowing you have a lame dick because it’s covered up. That’s really not fair to them, is it?
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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

My friend spent months venting to me about her ex. She would go on and on about how pathetic he was, giving me vivid details about their sex life. I think she wanted me to be as disgusted as she was. But what she didn’t know is that I was quite intrigued. I’d finally heard enough. I was bound and determined to find out for myself if all of it was true. She told me that he loved to watch her fuck other people. It didn’t matter who it was. She could pick them out. And she said she did. There were men, women, and sometimes both at once. She told me that he loved to clean out all of her holes afterwards. Then she told me that he was such a loser because he would come within seconds. But then he would be hard again. He was multi orgasmic. Oh, and he was balding, which she absolutely hated. What she didn’t know was that all of that turned me on and I wanted to experience it firsthand. So one night  I decided to go to the bar he frequented. He didn’t know who I was. But I told him.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I’ve always been a woman of discerning taste, particularly when it comes to the men I allow into my tight, wet confines. You see, I must confess: I’m hopelessly addicted to a certain type of cock. Thick, meaty, obscenely girthy. That’s my kryptonite. The plumper, the better.

It all started with a particularly memorable encounter with a rugged, rotund stranger at a dingy dive bar. His girth was so substantial that it strained against the fabric of his trousers, practically screaming for attention. And once I got my eager hands on it, I was hooked. The way it felt throbbing in my grasp, the sheer promise of the pleasure it could deliver! I was entranced!

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Janine 1-844-332-2639 ext 462

At a family function, I noticed my nephew moping around in the corner.  After watching him for a few minutes, I decided to go over and try to get him to talk to me.  Everyone in the family knows that they can come to me and talk to me about anything.  I might not have an answer or solution for them, but I’m always there with a listening ear. So, I pulled up a chair next to him and took a seat close enough that he could speak low enough for only me to hear him.  He blushed deep red when I asked him what had him looking so down.

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Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

I couldn’t wait for my Sissyslut to come visit me at college. I had been planning this for weeks, and the anticipation was driving me wild. The day finally arrived, and there he was, standing at the dorm entrance, all nervous and eager. I met him with a wicked grin, my eyes roaming over his timid body. “Welcome to my world,” I purred.

I took him straight to my room, shutting the door behind us with a click. The room was already set up with an array of outfits and accessories. I ordered him to strip down to his underwear, and he complied with shaking hands. I circled him like a predator, admiring his body and my coming conquest.

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feet

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I pressed my soles into the damp earth, watching the rich, dark mud squelching between my toes, as I coated them in a thick, satisfying film. Daddy liked it when I committed, so I deliberately sought out the wettest patches and the places where fallen leaves were decaying into a rich, dark compost.

The mud was cool, but quickly warmed from my body heat. It slithered up my ankles, caking my arches, filling the spaces between my toes. I wiggled them, feeling the grittiness as the earthy smell rose to meet me. Perfect. When I finally padded back into the living room, leaving a trail of brown smudges on the polished wood, Daddy was waiting. He was in his usual armchair, a book open on his lap.

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xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

The Winter Witch blows in much like Jack Frost. One day, she isn’t there, and the next, she’s nipping at your heels. Some confuse her groans of frustration as blustering winds. The truth, however, is that the Winter Witch craves human males to satisfy her sexual appetite. Unfortunately, they become harder and harder for her to find in the cold.

She rustles through the forest, searching for hunters. The men bundled up and hunkered down, looking for prey who would have no idea that they would soon be just that. The Winter witch swirls around them like a flurry of white snow, only to appear before them as a thirty-foot-tall Ice Goddess.

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