Category: cbt phonesex

Goddess Collette — 1-844-332-2639  ext 383

You see me as a perfect goddess.  I definitely see myself as perfect.  Perhaps even narcissistic, especially if you looked like I do, I think you would be also.

I love having a hot photoshoot scheduled.  You can say that I pretty much bask in my own glory so to speak.  Of course, I enjoy the feeling of walking onto the photoshoot set and seeing the photographer’s reaction as I take my clothes off.  Their faces give it away when their cocks get hard.  It’s amusing to see how they try to hide it.  Feeling powerful because of what I do to their heads and to your body without even touching them. Continue reading “Photoshoot Phonesex with Goddess Collette” →

*LUCY*  844-332-2639 xxx- 221

Do you think that little dick is going to do something for me? I mean, I don’t really want to be too mean, but in this case it’s kind of a necessity in life. Sometimes humiliation phone sex is the only thing I can do with the guys who call me. When someone tells me he has a 4 inch dick, what else am I supposed to do with it? Like come on! I mean, I love big dicks and something that’s half the size of the dicks I usually fuck just isn’t going to do anything for me, or any other women. Continue reading “Is that An Actual Dick…? SPH Phone Sex” →

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VANESSA 1-844-332-2639, extension 232

It is the middle of winter, but can you hear the crackling of the fire? The flames licking upwards, like hot tongues upon flesh. Even though it is cold as fuck outside, your resident Mistress in Charge is turning up the heat more than a bit. I want to give you something you will never forget. The hottest fuck of your life is just within reach.

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PRINCESS RHIANNA 1-844-332-2639 x 253

He squirmed on the bed as the soft, lubed palm of my left hand slowly stroked his pulsating cock. I was his fantasy girl.  I was his every masturbatory dream come to life.

 “Please Rhianna,” he begged. “I can’t take any more. I need to cum.”

Then my strokes grew slower, softer … he knew his request would fall on deaf ears because we had done this dance before, and he was well aware that the orgasmic release he craved could only happen at my behest. And so my left hand continued it’s a slippery journey along his manhood, my right hand began to massage his balls moving then to his taint.
“Oh God,” he moaned as my fingertips teased his asshole. The head of his cock was ready to burst.

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Sinful Serinda 844-33-CANDY (844-332-2639), ext. 394

Take a nice hard look darling. Just imagine the way my smooth, sweet pussy will feel. Having it wrapped around your cock, grinding down against your skin. This pussy is like a tight, wet, warm silk glove so firm and gripping around your rod. The only main problem is in just two pumps you are done! It’s time for you to be taught some cock control.

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MISTRESS RHIANNA 1-844-332-2639 x 253

Fetish as defined by the Oxford Dictionary – “A form of sexual desire in which gratification is linked to an abnormal degree to a particular object, item of clothing, part of the body, etc.” Now that’s a cold, clinical definition if ever there was one! Better defined, fetish is an indispensable sexual ingredient. It takes sex from the mundane to the truly artistic. And that “etc.,” that the losers working for dictionary inc. so casually dismissed? Well, that is a wide array of kinks and desires that they can never truly understand. But I understand….

RHIANNA KNIGHT, THE MISTRESS OF FETISH

And you will too. If you get in touch with me that is … I’ll be your guide through this wonderful world of kink and you find out first hand why they call me the Mistress of Fetish.

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MISTRESS RHIANNA 1-844-332-2639 x 253

“Mistress,” he said. His voice quivered with nervous excitement. “I’m ready to be tamed.” One of my favorite things about being a professional dominatrix is administering discipline to my addicted slaves. He dropped to the cold concrete of the dungeon floor and assumed an all fours position. He was nude save for a spiked collar fastened tight to his neck and an ill-fitting leather jaco-strap attached to his cock and balls.

I entered stage left wearing a gorgeous cocktail dress, sexy come-fuck-me heels and brandishing an elegant walking-stick. Not exactly standard dungeon attire, but you know me … I like to change things up. Upon seeing me, he whimpered and bounced around. “Heel boy,” I said and he turned over on his back showing me his belly. “Have you you been a good boy or a bad boy?” Again, like the pathetic bitch he is,  he whimpered his answer.

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