Category: Roleplay phone sex

I Need Domination Phone Sex

domination phone sexDomination hone sex is what I need. I am a submissive whore, but I am not well trained. Not every man thinks of me a piece of shit. Many men worship and idolize me because I am hot. I get mixed signals. My daddy said I was a whore. He treated me like the piece of shit I am. But, with other men, I get mixed treatment. I was with John over the weekend. We met at a club. It wasn’t a BDSM club, so I was hopeful he saw me as an equal, girlfriend material. We had been on a few dates. I felt like a princess the way he spoiled me. Saturday night we were at his place. Romantic dinner, lovemaking then I spilled some wine on his carpet and he slapped me. I saw a different side of him. He grabbed my hair and pushed my face in the carpet like I was a dog who pissed the floor. Next thing I knew, I had a collar around my neck. He had a chain leash affixed to the collar. He told me from now on I am his bitch because I can’t be trusted not to ruin things. I apologized or being clumsy, but he didn’t want to hear it. He punched me in the gut, bringing me to my knees. That’s when he pissed in my face. He laughed as my eyes burned from his urine. He snapped. Went from a great guy to a mean bastard over a glass of spilled wine. I spent the weekend in a dog cage. I was no longer his girlfriend. I was his slave, his prisoner. He pissed and came on me all weekend, never again showing me an ounce of affection. I think I like being his bitch better than being his girlfriend.

Gothic Phone Sex – Sadistic Shower

Gothic phone sexI wasn’t sure how long they were going to give me to shower, so I stripped down quickly, giving myself only a quick look in the mirror before stepping into the stall. I let myself have a few minutes to feel the water pouring over me, since it had been days since I’d had an actual bath or shower. Then, I took the soap and shampoo they’d given me, and I scrubbed up as quickly as I could manage. Still, I wasn’t quick enough. He came in just as I was rinsing my hair off, suds still washing off my body. He yanked me around by my hair, smacking my head into the wall as he forced his way in behind me. He muttered and grumbled at me as his hands scrubbed hard at my scalp. He grabbed the rag I’d used and washed my entire body, paying close attention to my nipples, pussy, and ass. His hands slid that cloth so quickly and roughly that it left a trail of irritated skin wherever it went. The soapy rag was forced up into my cunt and ass hole, leaving me feeling like my private areas were being eaten by fire ants, but they were definitely clean. By the time he was done with me, I was red from head to to, and he dragged me out by my hair. He dried me off himself, telling me that I would take too much valuable time if he let me finish alone. I had no idea what he had in store for me, but I was scared to death…

Fantasy Phone Sex & Cosplay

He told me he wanted to be my sugar daddy, and take care of me like no one had before. Well, to a girl who’s spent a few years wandering the countryside, you know that sounded amazing. So, I went with him. He took me shopping, bought me a few new outfits, some new bathing supplies, pretty hair stuff, even a new necklace and ring. Then, he noticed that there were Halloween supplies in the store we were in, and decided to take a look. He found the most beautiful Belle costume, and decided to get it for me. When we got back to his place (and it was a gorgeous home), he invited me in, told me I could pick a room, that it would be mine. I’d hardly picked one and been allowed a few minutes to get my stuff put away before he came in asking me to try on my costume. He helped me do the back up, and then wrapped my hands with zip-ties behind my back. Fantasy phone sexHe carried me back downstairs to the living room, where he made me stand still long enough for him to put shackles where the zip-ties had been, and shackled me to the arch of the entry-way. He put a chair there for me to kneel on when my feet got tired, but pulled my panties off before I could make use of it. He tied the back of my dress up, and started smacking my ass cheeks, telling me what an ungrateful bitch I’d been, not saying “Thank you” even once, what with all he’d done for me. He stuffed a butt plug in my ass, smacked it a bit more, and then left me there for a few hours. When he came back, he brought who appeared to be a homeless guy back, and told that guy I was fair game, as long as the costume didn’t get messed up. His dirty hands were all over my ass and pussy, and then he was inside me, pumping and grunting. He shot his load off, and still kept going….

Taboo Phone Sex Bitch

taboo phone sexI think it is very clear from my site, my pictures and my blogs that I am a taboo phone sex slut. A dominant, sadistic one at that. Yet, day after day, I get dipshits contacting me who are so dumb, I wonder if they know how to breathe. You don’t IM me on yahoo messenger saying you are going to force fuck me. I have chopped off men’s balls for far less. You also don’t call me to talk dirty before paying. You especially don’t get to call me baby and ask me what size my tits are for free. In fact, even after you pay, you don’t call me baby or talk about my tits. I don’t do typical sex calls. I am not the girl for the girlfriend experience. Call me baby, attempt to force yourself on me, talk about spraying your seed on my face is what gets you castrated. It is also what gets you starring in my own ass rape porn. I know we have a president who thinks he can grab women by the pussy. His stupidity is contagious. I was at the supermarket late one night last week. I encountered this punk on a skateboard who started in on the baby talk. He didn’t like me telling him to get lost before I popped a cap in his skater boi ass. He jumped me when I went to my car. Stupid boy. He thought a chick like me would be unarmed and unable to defend herself. He thought he could overpower me with brute strength. I pack my own heat. So, I couldn’t really pop a cap in his ass. I could cut his cock and his balls off. I waited until he had his family jewels out. I played the woman in peril only until I had him where I needed him. Let’s just say he was shocked when I sliced his balls off; mortified when I took his dick too. I left him there bleeding out on the black top. You will get the same treatment if you forget I am a sadistic and an accomplice, not your baby or your whore.

Torture Sex Doll for Abuse

torture sexI love torture sex as a pain slut. In real life, I don’t want my pretty face maimed or my hot body carved up. I also don’t really want to die. I just want to wish to be killed because I cannot take the pain any more. When it is fantasy, we can get as violent or deadly as you want. Thinking about that kind of excruciating pain makes my whore holes wet. Guys ask me all the time, what do I have at home to hurt myself with. They think this is nothing but fantasy for me. I have a few devices e that every pain slut like me should possess. It is my chest of horrors as I call it.  I have impact toys like a paddle, belt, cat o nine tails and a riding crop. I have bondage tools like handcuffs, rope, zip ties, duct tape, dog collar, chains and electrical wire. I have several types of gags: funnel, ring and ball. I have a large array of insertable toys: vibes and dildos of varying sizes, butt plugs, anal hooks, pony tail and speculums. I have nipple clamps. I also have a diverse collection of piercing instruments: needles, hat pins, safety pins, veggie skewers, nails, tacks and an ice pick. Did I mention I have other things like ice, cigars to burn my girl parts and weights for my tits and my clits? I am a true pain whore. I just need a strong, sadistic man like you, to tell me just how to hurt myself for his pleasure. I am waiting on the couch like a good submissive whore for you to take control.

The Belt

Sadistic phone sexI was so scared walking towards my front door. I didn’t make enough money to keep my crackhead boyfriend high all night. I opened the door and handed him all of the money I made from hooking up and down the boulevard. He counted the cash with an evil snarl on his face. He threw the cash at my face then slapped me so hard that I fell to the floor. He spit on me and relief briefly flooded through my body. I thought his tantrum was over, but I was so wrong. He gripped my hair in his fist and dragged me upstairs like I was a rag doll. He flung me towards the bed and pulled his belt from his pants.
“Get your fucking clothes off NOW!” , he demanded.
I took my clothes off and he started whipping me with his belt like I was a runaway slave. He hit me over and over again, each last worse than the one before. He hit me until his arm got tired. With welts all over my body, I curled up into a ball and cried myself to sleep.

Torture sex is what I crave

torture sexTorture sex is what I have been programmed to endure and enjoy. I use to like gentle vanilla sex. Not anymore. I love being fucked by all the guys with huge dicks. I have been such a great slave for my master. I like to serve him whenever he calls me I’m there in a second. I make no complaints or fuss about what I am told to do. I obey him and make sure he is pleased along with all the guys that come over to fuck me roughly. I never get a break I get my pussy used hourly. I never take a break. I like to be penetrated by all the guys at the same time. I have been tied up and fucked for hours on end. I never felt that kind of pain and pleasure at the same time. Being used and having an audience is always a turn on. I look forward to being the best sex slut.

Fantasy Phone Sex Trade-Off

Fantasy phone sexHe’d invited me inside to get out of the rain when he’d seen me walking by on the sidewalk. He let me use his bathroom to dry off and freshen up, and I took advantage of that time to do a quick ho bath. I put on the only clean, dry thing I had left to wear, my blue mini dress. When I walked back out, I asked if I could use his washing machine and dryer while I was there, even offered to pay him out of the little funds I had. He told me he’d be happy to let me use them, but he wouldn’t take my money. He pulled me in just then, and started kissing me. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out when a guy is asking to take it out in trade. So, I let him have his way with me. He moved my hands toward his pants, and I undid his fly and pulled him out. He pushed me to the ground and I had my mouth around his dick as soon as I settled down. He was fucking down into my throat, holding my head to his cock as he ground out against me. He asked me to finger his ass, which was weird, but I needed to do my laundry, so whatever, right? I slid a finger behind him, rimming his ass with it, before pushing my finger into an ass for my first time ever. It felt so weird, but it made him get even harder. He was fucking my face so hard by that point, and I thought for sure he was about to cum, but the next thing I knew, I was being spun around and my ass pulled into the air. He jammed his cock into my unprepared ass, and I screamed. His hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing off that scream, and preventing me making any other sounds, or even breathing. He shoved deep and hard and fast, and he drilled my ass a few times before letting loose a massive load. He held me to him a bit longer before pushing me away and telling me to get busy washing my clothes so he didn’t have to keep me around too long after the rain let up.

Cannibalism Phone Sex: I Will Have You for Dinner

cannibalism phone sexCannibalism phone sex is always in season. Sure, I prefer to roast you outside like a pig over an open flame. However, despite hurricanes and chilly weather, I can still prepare a feast fit for a queen. My girlfriends were out celebrating a birthday when we saw Scott. He looked like he would taste delicious. He also looked submissive and rather pathetic. Looks tasty and subby is the best combo for a dinner date. We bought him a drink then asked him to dinner. When back at my place, my friends undressed him and rubbed him down in a butter garlic sauce. He loved it. Seriously, he was just happy for the attention from hot bitches. I planned on boiling him in my big pot before roasting him in my industrial size oven. I wanted to stuff his ass like a turkey. To do that, I had to loosen up his ass with my big strap on. His asshole was tight; clearly virgin ass. I told him to imagine I was ramming a spit roast through him. I thought he might spontaneously cum. I told him he would do us more of a service in our bellies than in our pussies. He wanted to be devoured by us. Once his ass was loosened up a tad, we stuffed it with a variety of seasoned fruits and veggies to give him flavor. He was getting the equivalent of torture sex but was rock hard. I decided to let him boil alive. The humane thing is to drug your dinner first, but I am hardly humane. Plus, he was clearly a pain slut who wanted to enjoy every moment of the meal preparation. The scent of his flesh cooking in boiling water was intoxicating, as were his screams. I know how to prepare a great meal. The women in my family have been having men for dinner for decades. Scott proved to be a delectable meal. If you can’t satisfy me sexually, perhaps you can satisfy my belly by being a nourishing meal.

Ass Rape Porn Fantasies

ass rape pornWhen I was younger, I watched ass rape porn all the time. I told myself, I can do that. My daddy loved abusing my ass when I was a young girl. He enjoyed sharing my ass with his friends too. It was nothing for him to have a poker night with the boys that ended in an anal gang bang for me. When I ran away, I told myself I could make it as a fetish porn star. I was right. Almost 20 years later, my ass is still taking a pounding. A good pounding too. I told this guy I met at a fetish bar that I loved anal sex. The next thing I knew, I woke up in a fog in the bathroom with a group of men fucking my asshole. I was covered in cum and saliva.  I had no idea how I got there; I assumed I was drugged. They were flushing my face in the toilet, pissing down my throat and fucking my ass two to three cocks at a time. I was being choked with my own blonde locks. No one was using condoms. There were so many guys. I knew none of them. They were smacking the shit out of my tits, face and ass. I was going to be black, blue and gaped in the morning. I would be lucky if I could walk or sit in the morning. Silly boys had no clue who they were force fucking. I am no choir girl. I would have gladly gone into the bathroom with them without being doped. I want to be a gangbang rape porn star. I am still waiting for the guys who can ruin me, maybe even snuff me for good. Could that be you and your friends? I double dog dare you.