Category: domination phonesex

Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449 

He was so pathetic. Panting and whining, begging for my attention. The way he was right now, he’d do anything I told him. I wasn’t in the mood to indulge his pleading. I nodded to the chair in the middle of the room. “Sit.” My voice practically whips him into obeying. He scrambled to sit in the chair, and looked at me with glistening eyes.

“Take off your pants and spread your legs.” My voice still held the commanding tone. He nodded and wriggled out of his clothing. He spread his legs, but hid himself with his hands. I made a loud click with my high heel on the wood floor. “Did I say you could hide? Move your hands and show me.”

His face bloomed crimson and his eyes dropped to the ground. Pulling his hands slowly back, he revealed his cock. Already standing at attention and begging for attention. Just like his mouth had been earlier. “Look at that little thing. You really expect me to like such a pathetic nub?” A strangled noise came from his throat as his little cock twitched.

“Touch yourself.” I said, moving to sit in the chair across from him. His hand… Continue reading “A Good Little Boy” →

Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

Ronald is successful and entirely too confident for his own good. He sits alone at the mahogany bar, swirling a strong drink, vibrating with the kind of arrogance that begs to be shattered. What he doesn’t seem to realize (yet, anyway) is that I know exactly what men crave. They crave the illusion of control, right up until the moment I strip it away.

As I slide onto the stool beside him, his gaze instantly drops to my legs. I see the spark in his eyes and know that he’s looking at my shiny black pantyhose. As I shift my weight and cross my legs, the faint hiss of fabric rubbing against fabric is audible only to us. The sound mimics the tightening of a knot.

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Cock Tease

*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221

I love being a cock tease to all my foot lovers out there. You all must be excited since it’s your favourite time of year, sandal season. How hot is it when your summer is filled with sexy toes on display? Since I’m a naughty cock tease I wear sexy sandals every chance I can get to drive all the foot lovers in my town wild.

I love wearing sandals all summer and you have to admit that you’ve never seen feet quite as sexy as mine. They’re perfect for sandals, flip flops or even heels. But most importantly, they’re perfect for your cock. Close your eyes and picture them for me. My feet are petite, have high arches, are always super smooth, and make for the best foot jobs.

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Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

The last time I talked to Stephanie, I said to her, “You’d better behave yourself while I’m gone, if I find out you touched yourself while I was gone I’m gonna be disappointed in you.” Well, three months later, guess what I find out? Sissy Stephanie disappeared on me and confessed that she had indeed touched herself while she was gone. Yes, I am disappointed, but I’m going to have way more fun humiliating and punishing her in ways she never imagined.

I pick up where I left off before by dressing her up and turning her into my ultimate sissy doll. She was used to that, so she turned into my doll quickly. Full clothing dress up, full makeup and wigs. She looked like a sissy doll that was begging for my punishments.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

My collection of toys is a gallery of exquisite agony and, to be entirely honest with you, I love it. Each object holds its own place in my heart; however, there are two in particular that I love the most. There’s a heavy, weighted flogger constructed from braided leather that feels like a conversation with gravity every time I use it. I’ve also recently acquired a set of glass blown dilators that shimmer like trapped lightning under the dim glow of my crystal chandelier.

When I’m here in my dungeon, I’m not Stella the accountant, or Stella the daughter, or Stella the woman who worries about the passage of time. I’m only known as Mistress Stella, the creator of sensations. I love the way the room seems to inhale when I’m ready to play. There’s a specific kind of power in being the stillness at the heart of the storm, and I relish every moment of it. I pick up a single, slender crop, testing the weight of it against my palm. The leather is supple, worn smooth by years of practiced intent.

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Little loser

Posted 3 weeks ago by Sawyer

Sawyer 1844-332-2639 Ext 455

Met a little loser today and I cant stop thinking about how pathetic he was. I started out my day like any other day. Logged in to my computer to look for my next little loser to degrade. Before I knew it there was the message I was looking for. A small cock little nobody I would make fun of. The

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

Here is the link to Macrame Obsession Part 1 https://phonesexcandy.com/macrame-obsession/#more-113988

The fan hitting my white sweat drenched dress was making my nipples hard. And the way it clung on to every curve of my body made it impossible to hide the fact that I wasn’t wearing a bra or panties. To make things worse, I was so aroused by watching the instructor tie the knots, that I wasn’t learning how to do it. And now he was calling us up one at a time to test us on the different knots. I was mortified. My heart was racing. The only thing I could do was hope that I could see enough of the students do them that I learned how before my turn. I was trying so hard to pay attention but their backs were towards us so it was hard to see. And the knots were very confusing to me. I was so screwed. When he called my name, I knew everyone could see right through my dress. But at that point, it was my only hope. I thought maybe if I flirted with him, he would go easy on me. But I was wrong. He was not amused.

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Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

If you’re going to be my little pet for this weekend, then we need to go shopping and get all the essential supplies. I have the perfect idea. I’ll buy you a collar, put my name on it along with my number so people know where you belong and who you belong to. I think you’d look cute with a little bell too. I love being girly and showing my girly side, so the collar will be sparkly purple. Ohhhh, I’m getting so excited at the thought. What do you think, little guy?

Marcus came over and I don’t think he knew what he was getting himself into. I went shopping by myself to get all my supplies so I could use them as soon as he came over. I stripped him down and started inside out. First I dressed him in the cutest little black bra and black lace panties. Over that I put a purple tutu that would match the collar.

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Your Mouth Is a Cunt

Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

My finger traces the outline of your lower lip. Drool cascades down your chin as the open-mouth gag keeps your hole stretched wide. There are tears of struggle leaking down your cheeks, and more blink free when I glide two of my fingers along the surface of your tongue and right down your throat. My fingers wiggle in the back of your throat, and I release an exaggerated sigh of disappointment.

“You’re still gagging way too easily.” I snatch my fingers free and wipe your spittle on your cheek. Mixing it with your tears. “Fuck his cunt again.” I bark at the throat-training bull standing beside me.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

He’s trembling on the cold linoleum floor, with his head bowed and rope coiled around his wrists. His eyes keep darting to the edge of the room where a single candle sputters. He was supposed to be silent, yet he laughed. I warned him, earlier. “Speak when I say.” He chose not to listen.

The candlelight dances across his features, painting them in shades of guilt and anticipation. “Come,” I command. He stands, but his gaze does not meet my eyes. I circle him, as the leather strap in my hand swallows the light. “Listen,” I say, as my fingertips brush the strap’s surface. His head snaps up, and his eyes are wide and pleading. I lay the strap across his chest. “Your mistake was not in the sound you made, but in the thought that you could speak without consequence.”

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