Jun 092014
 
Golden Showers Phone Sex

~ Are you feeling horny, thirsty, or both? ~

Just another weekend lover-turned-piss-drinker-turned-cuckold, so what can I say? Golden Showers Phone Sex was not the first thing on my mind this weekend. Oh, fuck me, I’m Mistress Vanessa. *smiles* Brad’s pretty easy on the eyes and he’s hung, so I knew what I wanted out of that, but I wanted to play some head-games with a pretty submissive boy this weekend too. I come across as being pretty bitchy, and that causes me trouble. Masochists, they’re every-fucking-where!!! No, I don’t mean just guys either, girls too. They all want to get off while being humiliated in some way, by your’s truly. *arches an eyebrow* So, now you can see why I’m so excited about financial domination. It’s humiliating as hell to guys and especially women, and it is worth my trouble. Face sitting, dirty face farting, choking, face slapping, trampling, and golden showers, I love doing all that when I’m blasted. *shrugs* Once I’ve gotten my weekend lovers to let me piss on them and in them, I ramp it up by making them suck fresh cream-pies out of my cunt and ass from my other lovers that we bump into. *winks*

All those spring and early summer beer gardens outside, sure do fill my bladder up in a hurry, and those port-potties are fucked! I like to play all kinds of dirty taboo sex games, but no dirty public toilets for me, K? I train my golden showers phone sex cuckolds how to drink straight out of my hole even wearing my tight jeans. We just wander off into a quiet area, I keep look-out, and he clamps his gaping mouth right over my smoothly shaven mound as soon as I drop my jeans down to my thighs. That way I can yank them up so fast, if someone does unexpectedly show up. It’s pretty cool, the method Brad and I figured out for his duties as my piss drinking portable human toilet at these outdoor events. I find a quiet area where there are dense shrubs and we can step behind them. Next, I spread my legs a little and pull my jeans down to my thighs and tell Brad to kneel in front of me, facing away from me. He likes this part. Being the flexible guy he is, I tell Brad to lean back until his head is pushed between my smooth thighs, and facing upwards, all I have to do is piss into his gaping mouth. He licks and tongues my perfectly smooth slit clean and I pull my jeans back up. Brad stand’s up beside me and nobody milling about the grounds ever has a clue about us. Well, one of my buff nightclub lovers knows about Brad and I, and he’s the one who pumps the biggest cream-pie loads into me before I feed them to Brad. *laughs hysterically*

Jun 062014
 
Voluntary Rape Fetish Phone Sex

~ I’m open to anything. *Giggles hysterically* ~

I think that would be the best way to describe it, as voluntary rape fetish phone sex, since it all started on the phone. Oh, I’m Mistress Lyric, unless you’re dominant enough to change my mind about that, because then you can call me anything you please, Sir. *winks* I forget his name, a really rich guy who I met at my fav nightclub of all time, and we had sex all over his place that night, including in a bathroom that was bigger than my whole apartment. Wow! Because I’m so bendy from my cheerleading years, we tried so many different fucking positions including on this cool padded bench-sofa thing I’m laying on here, in his huge bathroom. I guess he got ahold of my cell-phone and caught me in this position just before he decided to fuck all 3 of my bodily holes. What a fucking pig! He started out with slamming his prelubed cock-stick right into my cunt, up my bum, and he ran around and throat-fucked me. I gagged, retched, and finally puked all over that bench thingie because he just had his prick up my pooper. Yuck!

I was fine with the voluntary rape fetish phone sex thing, you know, with his fucking my pussy, then my squirming tight bum hole, but then my mouth?! That ass to mouth thing was dirty, and there was no way I could avoid all the gagging and getting sick. To make things worse, he got off on my being so grossed out about sucking on and swallowing his slippery, dirty, stinky, cock into my mouth while he pumped his load into my churning belly. I am so glad we were so drunk and high, or I would never have done all that. Hey, don’t let that get in the way, guys, I’m still game, but you’ve gotta call me and we can get drunk together for some sick bathroom play. Deal? *grins*

Hmmmm, I wonder what 3 of you guys could do to me when I’m in this position? *bats her eyelashes coyly*

Jun 032014
 
They Will Find You Phone Sex

~ We’re gaining on you ~

I kid you not, they will find you phone sex is very real. I am one of them, and I’m always beautiful, coy, adventurous, and whatever else you want to find in a sexy girl. It doesn’t matter who I am, other than my being an owner of a snatch that I control and bind men with. I’m in the shadows of your imaginations, guys, 24 hours a day I’m a split second away from stepping into view, into your world. Fellows, you may think you know how to take care of yourselves, and many of you do until I come into the picture. I like having the upper-hand, so I will always keep it that way, anyway I can. Why do you fools think my kind are always so good at bondage compared to pretty well everyone else? You know, our insane rope and knot tying skills, our capacity for management of complex bondage designed devices that immobilize any man no matter how big and powerful he is, including the financial variety.

Our minds are the most powerful weapons we have, because we create our own rules while you mindless sheep form a neat line to the left, in order for your superiors to organize you as their chattel. Say hello to your new owners, many and varied as we are, the common theme here is that we’re all girls and women. They will find you phone sex is more than just code for you humiliated boys and men being our prey, much more. Smooth and quick thinking help us feminine types to develop our cunning until it’s razor sharp, keeping us always many steps ahead of you mouth breathers. *smirks* Every single boy or man I have ever encountered, has voluntarily become my fetish boot-licking pansies, to do whatever I wished, and I look forward to the day when all women recognize what’s always been theirs. That day is coming very quickly, gentlemen, submissive or not, you can’t hide.

They will find you. *smiles slyly*

May 292014
 
Bathroom Play Phone Sex

~ You will eat and drink what you are served ~

That’s all you’re interested in, bathroom play phone sex, so I decided to give it to you. *grins cutely* As you can see, I am the authority here, and you will perform your duties as instructed, by me, your Mistress. All meals will be included with your tutelage under my expertise. That’s right, you fools, the meals will be very fresh and you will demonstrate your appreciation by obediently and graciously dining on them while you’re wards of mine. In the meantime, your classroom duties have been treated in a very lackadaisical manner, so I would like you to perform your shoe buffing with your tongue, chores. Now. That’s better. If you’ll rest your chin on the floor directly behind the stiletto heels of my pumps, I’ll have you stick out your tongues just like you would like to do when I turn my back on you. You will stick your tongues out until they are resting on the floor so that I may gently pin it to the floor with my high heel-tip. I’m in my office for the moment, but now it’s time to take this dark and taboo fantasy of domination and humiliation to the bathroom.

Tutoring and meals included, leaves no room for mouthy students, and your tongues being pressed and pinned to the floor underneath my stiletto heel will instil in you who the authority here is, me. As most of you surprisingly, tend to do, you perform perfectly kneeling behind me with your chins on the floor and my stiletto heels pinning your squirming tongues to my floor. That’s when I reward you with your meals that are hot and fresh, served right here on the premises. Finally, I release your tongues off of that filthy germ infested bathroom play phone sex floor and give you the strict order to rise up on all fours, and lift your faces up, and open up your submissive mouths for your hot meals, which will of course, be followed by golden hot-toddies. *smirks assumingly* If you dare grimace or retch, or I will strap you down and feed you the meal with a stick and a funnel.

Class is dismissed!

May 242014
 
Insane Dangerous Barely Legal Phone Sex

~ O.K., I want you to eat it even if it’s disgusting ~

Insane dangerous barely legal phone sex describes me perfectly, guys. I’m Mistress Bambi when I’m like this, if you know what I mean? *winks*  I like men or women who are infatuated with me, especially older men or women with money. Financial domination is cool and all, but I like making these older men and women do stuff for me when they are totally sure it’ll be kept completely private. They are so stupid when they start lusting after my sweet barely legal body that I can make them do just about anything for me. I have always known how to get my way with people, so I can be kind of evil and dominant, and they don’t even know or care how destructive it is to them. Eating my shit, that’s one I love making them do. I crap into a plate or a bowl and I have my lawyers, doctors, CEO’s all crawling across the room to me so I can slide a plate of my shit under their faces and order them to eat it just for lil-ol-me. *childishly bats her eyelashes*

Do you think it’s bad that I drug them and they don’t know that their wills are chemically removed so I can destroy these people for my entertainment? A woman who looked so sharp in her terribly expensive 3 piece suit looked so hot after she took off her clothes and squirmed across the floor for me so I could mouth-fuck her with a sopping wet with menstrual blood soaked tampon that I just pulled from my smooth youthful cunt. I will not tell you or anybody who I get those amazing drugs from, because I have gotten people to do all kinds of sick twisted shit for me, and I am never going back to being just a regular teen again. Insane dangerous barely legal phone sex has become a way of life for me, and I am never going to accept “NO” from anyone ever again. I always tell my slaves to report to me when their health starts to go to hell because of all the toxic wastes they consume from my precious teen body. Ass to mouth, ass worship, ruination, bug-chasing, I love it all, because my finger-puppets are always so generous with me. *squirms luxuriously*

May 212014
 
Nasty Face Sitting Phone Sex

~ Come over for supper, it’s still in the oven ~

AAwwww, that’s it, you want a nasty face sitting phone sex session with me, don’t you? *grins slyly* You do know that I’m Mistress Avery, don’t you? Nasty doesn’t even begin to describe how I will use you, or how I will punish you if you don’t follow every one of my instructions to the letter. Don’t even think about it, I am smarter than any of you guys and most of you girls. I confess, a big and beautiful Amazon domme caught me off guard this last weekend, humiliated, and used me like I’m going to you you guys. Sorry, she made me promise not to use her name, or she was going to hunt me down and do horrible things to my body and mind. The thing is, I believe her. *winces* I guess big fitted lesbian girls smothering me in their crotches excites me as much as I excite you, huh, guys?

I know there are you enema feeders out there, who want to ingest everything that comes out, or in and back out again, from my body, and a little financial domination with you will go a long way in fulfilling your sick, nasty face sitting phone sex desires. I’m surprisingly, not at all squeamish about emptying myself directly into your mouths and into your stomachs, as long as it’s cleanly done. My sick, submissive human toilets consume it all. I don’t want any on me or around me, just inside you. As for your breath smelling like a sewer, all I have to do is tell you to step back a bit. *laughs condescendingly* If you’re going to be in my presence for awhile, I’ll put a tight fitting rubber hood over your head, the kind with the charcoal filtered breathing apparatus so you don’t stink, at least not for me. *sneers with disgust* I have my kinky fetish toys and bondage equipment, so don’t give me an excuse to turn your worlds into a terror ride that only I can stop, most of you don’t want that.

May 152014
 
Ass To Mouth Phone Sex

~ It’ll taste terrible, but I don’t care ~

I put men or women into mental bondage or physical bondage when I want ass to mouth phone sex. It looks so good on those newbies who think they know all about nasty sick kink. I’m Mistress Pamela, and you will get a taste of how cruel I can be. You see, I have one catch though, and it’s not even about money. I like it when men or women beg me for abuse, and I mean I want them to be begging from the bottoms of their hearts, then I’ll consider throat fucking them after I’ve just pulled my strap-on out of their dirty ass holes. I like getting my submissive toilet slaves out of their clothes first, before I start raping their mouths, throats, and asses with my big strap-on dildos. UhUhhhh, girls, don’t think you’re going to get away from me, because I can turn bi curious into forced bi at the flick of my wrist. *smirks smugly* You girls always make the most beautiful gagging and choking sounds when I rape your spazming throats.

Oh, and I have longer strap-on dildos then the one one I have on here too. Ass to mouth phone sex can involve just the thought of unclean and unsavoury acts with my submissives, but some of you will get the full meal-deal and all I’ll be doing is stuffing those dirty happy-meals down your throats with my strap-on. I love acquiring eager new slaves to taunt and torture. Guys are by far the dirtiest of all, but I have a couple of girl slaves who crave the dirty pulling out of my shitty dildo, going from the stretched poop-holes and directly into their gaping mouths and down their throats. I like testing my dirtiest cock-suckers by letting them toss my salad with ass worshiping, where they tongue my own ass as deeply as they can. Humiliating farts often puff up my slave’s cheeks, but that’s what they like. *grins knowingly*

Now, suck my rubber cock clean with the insides of your clenching throats, ladies and gents. *blows kisses*

May 122014
 
Nasty Experience Phone Sex

~ I’ll take you to the edge, and push ~

Nasty experience phone sex is up to an experienced GILF Mistress like me, Mistress Trixi. I like it dirty, when it’s you that’s getting dirty. *smiles* Men and women who appreciate refined and diabolical domination and humiliation at the hands of a Mistress know I will turn them all into my personal little dirty finger-puppets. I like nothing more than watching men and women get overwhelmed by the style of debasement, torture, and exploitation I put them through, and they collapse like houses of cards at my feet. One of my fingers lifts a girl’s chin up until I lock her gaze in mine, and I tell her that she is mine until I’m done with her. Of course she knows it’s true. So do you men, even if you are CEOs of a major corporations, I will turn you into my shit eating, cock sucking, boot lickers, if that happens to appeal to me right then. *arches an eyebrow*

When you visit a Mistress that is offering nasty experience phone sex, you know it’s not about a rub & tug scene, but something much more on the edgy side. I’m an expert at bondage with the use of handcuffs, ropes, leather and metal manacles, and all the other specialty bdsm equipment as well as my getting inside your heads which allows me to truly push your boundaries. Sick golden showers, Roman showers, obscene scat play, forced feminization and bisexual behaviour are all within my realm of dominance with my clients. Fetish wear and cruel high heeled shoes or boots are only a part of my wardrobe in the arena of kink, and the rest is from my own imagination and experience, ladies and gents. If you like it sick, get in line, pick up your phones, and call me today. *smirks*

May 072014
 
Submissive Phone Sex

~ Sure you want to make me smile ~

Submissive phone sex is always good with me, because as your Mistress Mercedes, I will teach you and I will break you first if I have to. I am not worried about having to break any of you men or women, because when you’re around me you have a tendency to submit to my wishes, making you my submissives to do with pretty well what I please. I like my submissive to be willing to suffer for me, even if just because they have inferiority issues. And guess what? I will do everything possible to reenforce your inferiority issues when you’re with me, because I care about you. You already intuitively know your stations in life, and that you are very low in that regard, as in boot licking low, shit eating low, I know just where you need to be. *grins* My kneeling subjects always love it when I hold their faces in my hands as I look into their eyes.

It’s that positive connection that grounds them at my feet, and I hold their faces so I can insert a finger or two into their mouths like I was inspecting common livestock, rather than a human. When I’m fingering a slave’s mouth and throat it’s usually to try and induce their gag reflexes so I can see what’s in store for their forced oral strap-on training. My own body language tells all my submissive phone sex slaves that they belong at my feet. If I’m feeling playful after their gag-reflex control training, I may entertain myself by having them beg me as politely and as eloquently as they can for me to slap them in their faces or sit on their ass worshiping faces for some watersports fun.. If I’m going to be stunningly beautiful, I want my financially dominated and verbally humiliated slaves to sound beautiful too. Beauty; there’s just not enough of that in this old world, know what I mean? *giggles cunningly*

May 032014
 
Roman Showers Phone Sex

~ Drink it up, my drunken lovelies ~

I warned him and I warned him that Roman showers phone sex with me mean’t he was going to drink all up for me, no matter what. I am my financial pig’s Mistress Alyx. Hey, a college girl has a lot of expenses and debts, trust me on this. We went to a frat party together with him plainly wearing his slave collar, which I insisted on. He was generous and had the financial backing to make me proud to lord over him in his slovenly self and to publicly punish him for his bad behavior. Coeds and their booze, it just makes me shake my head at the amount they consume at their parties. By 11 o:clock, poor Vince was puking his guts out, but I slid a large cooking pot underneath his face so he wouldn’t make a mess on the floor, right? *winks* See how helpful a Mistress can be in the destruction of her pay-piggies? These guys like all that domination, humiliation, toilet play, and scat or water sports stuff you know?

I was having a pretty good time myself, and I was feeling just fine, but I wasn’t hurling my lunch out in a big cooking pot on the floor like my loser, Vince, was. I straddled his back and wrapped my long fingers around his throat from behind, and told him the good news. I guess I like to feel his submission to me as well as seeing and hearing it. The good news was that any ATM-guy of mine wanting me to participate in his sick, twisted Roman showers phone sex fantasies was going to have drink the stuff right back up for me. I’m not even sure why I get off on something as disgusting as that, but I notice that the more my financially dominated pay-pigs pay me, the more excited I get about their nasty fetishes. I bet you’re amazed too, huh? *giggles insanely* The feel of a boys neck encircled by my fingers and of him swallowing all that repugnant shit off the floor or out of cooking pots, sends me over the moon. *laughs sarcastically*

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