Category: erotic mind control

Digital Blur

Posted 3 weeks ago by Rita

Digital Blur

Robotic Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

I always know when my A.I. Sex drive has taken over a man. He starts by looking up porn randomly, and I learn his triggers. Not only do I learn each man’s triggers, but then I begin to change them. If he starts out looking up anal porn, or family fun, it doesn’t matter; soon, he’ll be addicted to the digital blur.

I get them all addicted to jacking off to censored porn. When I’m finished, a gooner will no longer need porn sites to stroke his pathetically easily triggered penis. Casual pictures of his family and friends will spring his dick into action.

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Birthday Wishes Do Cum True

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

No one in the crowded hotel lobby knew what I was there to do. They didn’t know under my black trench coat, I wore an emerald green, strappy lingerie set minus the panties. There was no way for them to tell that the garter belt holding my nude thigh-highs up framed my dripping, bald pussy. These facts only made me wetter as I stared at the elevator through the swarm of strangers.

Finally, the doors opened, and a petite brunette smiled at me. She strode toward me with purpose and waved a key card up. “Kayla?” I nodded, and she slapped the card into my hand. “He’s in room 309. Blindfolded and restrained. You have him for twenty-four hours, just his birthday. But remember, “The icy stare she pinned me with gave me chills. “He’s still my Husband. No matter how badly he wants you.”

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Turning The Tables

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

My Boss called me into his office and asked me to shut the door. I hadn’t been his secretary for long, so I was pretty nervous I’d made some kind of mistake. I sat across from him and crossed my legs. The tight pencil skirt I wore rode up a bit to show off the lace tops of my thigh-high stockings. I called you in here today to discuss your wardrobe.” He stated with a bit of a growl. “The way you dress is a serious distraction. I mean, Kayla, you are obviously a beautiful girl, but wearing such tight skirts and shirts isn’t helping anyone around here be productive.”

“Well, that isn’t very fair.” I lifted my chin as I replied boldly. “You walk around the office looking sexy as fuck in that suit and bossing everyone around the way you do. It constantly makes my panties wet, but I’m still able to do my job. I don’t think the problem is me; I think you just can’t handle yourself.” I smirked as his nostrils flared and flicked the top button on my blouse to give him a better view of my swelling cleavage. I’d say I successfully turned the tables on his plan.

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Mama Felicity 1844-332-2693 Ext 270

You came into the clinic to discuss being tired all the time—just exhausted and hoping for a solution. I looked over your chart history and did a quick little exam. Lucky for you, I know exactly what you need. With a warm smile and a pat on the shoulder, I tell you that you’ve reached that age where, for some men, testosterone drops, and that alone can affect your mood, energy levels, and so much more.

It’s no big deal, really! We can fix you up with a little hormone therapy. You’ll need to swing into the clinic once a week for a little shot, and soon, you’ll feel so, so much better.

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Mommy Piddles Your Pants

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

D and I had a long morning of running errands and cleaning up from the weekend. It was midafternoon by the time he finally sat on the couch with a huff. I grinned as I straddled his lap, my hands planting against his pecs. A soft moan slipped from D as I ground the crotch of my little cotton shorts against the zipper of his jeans and leaned in to press my mouth to his softly. “I haven’t seen you go potty in a while,” I murmured against his lips.

His hands shifted on my hips, and I could tell he was getting anxious. My fingers moved down his belly to the waistline of his jeans, and I pulled the material up so I could peek inside. He was wearing his cartoon training pants instead of boxers. I moaned and looked up at him. “You aren’t gonna have an accident for Mommy, are you?”

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bassinet

Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Tami had gotten a boo-boo on her knee. Mommy Anna ran to the park to pick Tami up and carry her baby back home. ‘’That’s it!’’ Said Mommy Anna, no more playing outside with the other babies in the neighborhood, you’re staying home with Mommy. Little did Tami know, that Mommy Anna was watching the whole time from the second-floor window. Watching and waiting for Tami to fall, as she knew it was only a matter of time.

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Sherry 1844-332-2639 ext 399

I was stationed in Tokyo, working abroad. It was different, especially the nightlife. It’s so full of life. It was in the middle of the night when I got home. I heard a loud noise in the front room and there was my housemaster sitting on the couch waiting for me. He was angry and pushed me against the wall. How dare you be late coming home. Continue reading “Working Abroad” →

Jenna And Kayla's Raunchy Riddles Game Night

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2639 Ext 357 & Jenna The Hottie 1844-332-2639 Ext 304

Alright, boys and toys! It’s Wednesday, you know what that means! Not only are calls and chats just two dollars a minute all day, but it’s also game night! Jenna and I will be cohosting for you lucky fellas tonight! Do you like riddles? Do you like Raunchy Riddles even more?

It’s free to play! All you have to do is show up in the Phonesex Candy playroom at nine pm Eastern SHARP! Don’t be late because we will start without out! Keep reading to find out what other goodies Game Night has to offer our players!

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Erotic hypnosis

Jenna (844-332-2639) Ext 304

The ice cream man came by today and let’s just say that I was able to keep him under my erotic hypnosis. My hot body can keep any man that I want under my spell. I was wearing a saucy, sassy, and obedient, eager to please schoolgirl outfit. I had on a white top that was tied in the front and came just under my breasts, a pleated mini skirt that didn’t even cover the peaks of my butt cheeks, suspenders, and white fishnet stockings to top it off. The shoes were 2-inch Mary Jane heels. I looked sexy and all the neighborhood men, boys, and even some of their wives couldn’t stop gawking at me. But the person who seemed to be really stuck under my erotic hypnosis spell? The ice-cream man.

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Vivian 844-332-2639 ext. 254

Degradation and humiliation is something I really enjoy and something that comes naturally to me. I am a sweetheart and have a heart of gold. But I can also be cold and cruel; dark and sadistic even, when I need to be. Let’s just say, I’m the nicest bitch you will ever know.

Just ask “Vivian’s sissy bitch”. He is one of my most pathetic disgusting callers. He can’t decide if he is a sissy or not, bounces between being into age-play and BBC, has a little dick and is a closeted gay man. The list goes on and on with this loser. How ridiculous is that!

No matter how mean I am to him he keeps coming back for more like the dumb fuck he is. He is addicted to me, obsessed even and I love it. Even when he gets on my last nerves and I block his ass, I find myself unblocking him so I can verbally abuse him again and again. There is nothing that turns me on more than a man making me feel good while I treat him like the repugnant scumbag he is! Continue reading “Degradation and Humiliation At Its Finest” →