Category: no limits phonesex

sissy bitch

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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Kinky Candy Girl

Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228

Being a kinky candy girl is something I feel like I was born to be. And I know it’s “taboo” to call yourself a dirty girl, but if you love who you are then who cares?!

I don’t remember a time when I wasn’t ready and willing to get fucked. That’s why I love being a kinky candy girl so much. Every night I get to meet new, sexy men whose mission is to make me cum. It’s a win-win for everyone involved, especially me.

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Melanie 1-844-332-2639 x463

I was hanging out with some friends one night and I completely lost track of time. I walked into the house trying to be as quiet as a mouse. As I walked into the kitchen, I was quickly surprised by the light coming on and my dad standing there with a devious look on his face.

Daddy was disappointed in me and told me how late past curfew I was. I told him how sorry I was and that I hate making daddy upset. I asked him what I could do to make things up to him.

That’s when a huge smile crept up on his face. He told me there was only one thing I could do, I would have to take the spanking of my life. Spanking always turns me on and makes my pussy wet, but I didn’t want him to know that. I started fake crying and said okay daddy.

He told me I needed to bend over his knees on the couch. That’s when he lifted up my skirt, but my panties were still up. He started by lightly groping my left ass cheek and before I could prepare myself, gave me three hard spanks.

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Big Dick Daddy

*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221

You know what I love more than a big dick daddy? When that big dick daddy cums inside me and there’s a risk of me getting pregnant. When someone asks me what I’m in the mood for when I’m feeling extra kinky, my go to is always impregnation phone sex.

I didn’t know I was into it until I started here and guys would be telling me that they wanted a role play about it. I’d be their wife who fucks big, thick cocks all the time and eventually ends up pregnant.

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Let's Share A Cock Sleeve

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

I saw a porn clip this morning that had me rock hard, and I’d love to share a cock sleeve with you. In the video, a man in a sexy fishnet body suit lay on the bed, and a beautiful TS in a corset and thigh highs straddled his thighs. He had stretched a cock sleeve around both of their cocks and was pumping it frantically.

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Lead By Example

Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

A good trainer is someone who understands the importance of leading by example. I wouldn’t make my sissies do anything that I myself wouldn’t or haven’t done. So when it comes to a new sissies first time sucking cock, I love to make them dress up and watch me give head.

It’s so emasculating, that first time. To be in panties and stockings in front of another man. A real man. One who is about to get pleasured in front of you while you are denied the satisfaction. It’s the first time a sissy learns that serving isn’t about them and that they should begin to welcome denial.

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prissy sissy

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

They all want the same thing: to shed the heavy cloak of their ingrained manliness and embrace the exquisite lightness of a prissy sissy. To them, I am Mistress Amber, and that title is the first lesson. They come to me, not as men, but as puzzles. Rough, unrefined lumps of masculine expectation, yearning for the delicate touch of my chisel.

My studio is a sanctuary of silks and satins, of soft lighting and the sweet, cloying scent of powders and perfumes. It’s where I perform my artistry. I don’t just dress them in lace and satin, though that is a crucial step. The goal is to ultimately reshape them, from the inside out. Their posture, once broad and assertive, must become pliant, shoulders gently sloped, hands clasped demurely. Their voices, those booming declarations of male ego, must soften, rise, become breathy and almost apologetic.

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gang bang blog

Jamie 1-844-332-2639 ext 461

I love weiners. It’s not a secret, not really. It’s more of an operating principle. A hunger. Tonight, the hunger felt particularly strong, mixed with something colder. It wasn’t about pleasure, not exactly, not tonight. Tonight it was about filling a void, a hollow place that echoed with every breath. Three of them were already there, sprawled on the floor, passing a bottle of something cheap and smelling of regret. Two more were on their way, or so I’d been told. Good. The more, the better. More bodies, more heat, more noise to block out the silence inside my own head.

I watched them roll their eyes over me, appraising. A part of me, a small, shriveled part, recoiled. But the larger part, the hungry one, just felt a numb sort of anticipation. It wasn’t about being wanted, it was about being consumed. About letting go of the reins and letting the current take me. The first one, a burly guy named Mick or Mark, I forget, pulled me down. His breath was sour with whatever he had been drinking. There was no tenderness, no soft words.

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alien sex blog

Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

My little boudoir, tucked away in the shadows of the Neo-Quebecois arcologies, is more of an intergalactic pit stop than a massage parlour. Earthlings? Pah! They are so predictable. Most prefer vanilla sex, some maybe throw in an interesting fetish or two every so often. But the extra-terrestrials? Give me a multi-limbed sentient cloud anytime. They know how to live!

It wasn’t always like this, of course. Back on old Earth, it was all just…well, skinflute city. I can’t count how many boring blowjobs I’ve dolled out over the years. Then the galactic gates opened, the tourists arrived, and suddenly, there was a whole new world of anatomy to explore. And let me tell you, when a Tralfamadorian senator offers triple credits just to have you gently hum while they regenerate their epidermal layer, you don’t say no. Especially when their epidermal layer looks like a shimmering, bioluminescent silk cocoon. It’s surprisingly peaceful, a bit like watching a very slow, very expensive lava lamp.

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family fun

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I walk into the kitchen, where you’re making lunch. Watching you, I can see the sweat on your back, the way your shirt clings to your skin. I walk up behind you, pressing my body against yours. “You know, I’ve been thinking about you all day, Paulie,” I announce. “The way your muscles flex as you move around the house, the way your jeans hug your ass. I’ve been wanting to fuck you for years, thinking about how good it would feel to have you inside me.”

You turn around, a smirk on your face. “Is that so?” you ask, your hands finding my hips. “And what makes you think I want to fuck you, Amber?” I grin, my hands moving to your chest. “Because I know you do,” I say, my fingers tracing the lines of your muscles. “I know you’ve been wanting to fuck me for years, just like I’ve been wanting to fuck you.”

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