Category: Goddess phonesex

Jemma – 1844-332-2639 ext 303

One question I am often asked in The Playroom is what my hands look like, feel like, and what kind of rings I wear on my fingers. 

Writing this blog, specifically for those tiny clients I love. 

Let’s start with my bare hands and fingers.

I’ll admit something embarrassing. Epilating is when you use a little “razer-like” machine to remove hair from your body. I epilate my hands and fingers because I have dark hair, and I hate seeing tiny hairs growing on my fingers or the dorsal side of my hand. So, they are smooth and completely hairless. Not to mention, I am addicted to hand lotion and apply it constantly. Nice, soft, and supple. Just like my tits. 

Next, as for my fingers, I wouldn’t say there is anything particularly unique about them. My ring finger, middle finger, and index finger on both hands are usually a size 7-8, weather dependent. When it is really cold my fingers shrink and when it is hot, they swell, as they do for most people. Did you know, none of your fingers are the same size? Just because your left index finger is a size 7, does not mean your right would be. 

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Carly 1844-332-2639 ext 438

That’s right I did call you that. What? I wasn’t supposed to? Well, too bad because that is exactly what you are. A MERE EXISTENCE. Nothing more, nothing less.

Because That Is What You Are

And that is what you’ll always be. You see what you are is an alley way. You are a very narrow and small space that sits between two huge buildings that is dark and mostly houses garbage and worthless people. You make people scared and uncomfortable and that is why most people, people who are of worth I mean, avoid you at all costs. I mean I would because why the hell would I want to go near something that represents such bad?

You are the bottom of the barrel and you know it. You scream sadness and no soul even though you appear as if you have such life in you knowing damn well you DON’T.

And I am here to exposed that. Here to show the entire world what a complete loser and worthless POS you are.

And that is not hard to do because……I’ve already done it.

I mean just look at how you came crawling over to me like you were already owned by me and knew how to approach me. It’s because you did.

And it was all because you took that first glance. You did this to yourself sub. But, like I said before the truth would come out sooner or later. Right?

There’s no going back for you. Your mind is completely gone and your soul is absolutely no more. Your entire being now belongs to Goddess. And now it is time for your first task! Go into your room, lock yourself in there, get on the call and get to honoring Goddess, bitch!

 

Carly 1844-332-2639 ext 438

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Mila 844-332-2639 Ext-220
I bet you imagine being blessed by a woman sitting on your face. Am I that woman? Do you picture me sliding my ass up and pressing my cunt on your face? I bet you do. But! I could do so much more. You probably have much more vivid fantasies of being dominated by a young teen pussy. Face-sitting is so vanilla compared to what you could conjure up in your mind. One of my favourite ways of dominating a little sissy is a classic, but always a good time. I use my strap-on so I can really get to know who they are on the inside.
 

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Francie xXx 1844-332-2639 xXx 208

Fake Submissives disgust me. When I get home, you better not be there. You won’t. Take everything with you. I don’t even care if you take my stuff at this point; I just want you out before I get home. The only thing you’re allowed to leave behind is your flesh. We agreed it belonged to me.

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Naomi (844-332-2639) 216

I want you to Worship My Stocking Covered Legs. There is just something exciting about having a man on his knees, waiting for permission, his eyes locked on my long, luscious legs. I give permission, but the orders are clear. “Start at the bottom. Use your mouth only”.

With your hands on the floor, you’ll bow down low, pressing your lips at the top of my black stiletto heels.

“More,” I’ll whisper softly, eyes locked on you, mesmerized as I see you debase yourself, bow, obey, while you lick my heels. Juices leak out of my pussy, the scent filling the air. I hear you sniff, inhaling my pleasure, driving you to surrender more to your task.  Your mouth will open as your tongue bathes the leather like you are trying to devour it. You dick bobs, the head brushing against the carpet. You moan like the depraved little slut you are, subject to all my whims. Continue reading “Worship My Stocking Covered Legs” →

Miranda 844-332-2639 ext 376

Have you ever wondered what it was like being the Daughter of a Trophy Wife? Well, to be honest, it was a fantastic way to grow up. It might have been different if I were a boy, but I was lucky to be born a girl. My mom explained it to me many years ago. A woman’s job is to be as perfect as humanly possible for her man. Exercise, eat right, weekly appointments for hair and mani-pedis, monthly spa trips. And a man’s job is to work hard and fulfill every need of his woman. Doesn’t that utterly sound fantastic?

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Ghosting You

Posted 1 year ago by Writer

WILLOW 1-844-332-2639, ext. 230

Ghosting you is just one of the tools I will use to really fuck with you. You really deserve it don’t you, Daddy? I mean, you are dirty and perverted aren’t you?  Perving and stroking constantly to a girl half your age and then some? Playing and replaying my voice clips? Cumming to my images? Someone might just have a little problem.

Just the thought of my body has your little dick hard doesn’t it? Imagining me kissing you and pleasing you. I mean, even a loser like you can dream. I am all about the money and the tease and you are all about me. The one thing you need to know is that I am always more than worth it. Just think of all of the time, energy and money you’ve squandered in the past on average to mediocre pussy when you could have just had the best.

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Husband

TS Alexus 844-332-2639 EXT 349 

“Is this how your husband fucks you?” I crowed in her ear as my shemeat pounded in and out of her tight pussy. I could tell by the temperature of her cunt and the tight grip of it around my shaft, that no one had fucked her in quite a while.

Her answer was a wealth of moans and her fingers digging into my shoulders to pull me closer. Our tits rocked together, and my hand grabbed for her thigh to fold it up against her body. Looking down, I could watch my cock stretching in and out of her wet channel.

The woman was wild. Clearly, she enjoys a good stretching, but you can’t or haven’t given it to her like this. What kind of husband are you if you are providing a decent fuck?

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P-Party!!!

Do you know one of the best places to find the biggest perverts with deep pockets? A private school, that’s where. I didn’t really go there but it didn’t matter. I was bored and looking for some cash for some new clothes. So, I dressed in that little slutty uniform and started walking the halls. Caught some of the teachers looking at my perky little nipples sticking through my shirt and smiled. One of them walked into the teacher’s lounge and I followed him. Told him I had exactly what he wanted. He played dumb, but I can see a p anywhere.

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Francie xXx 1844-332-2639 xXx 208

You horny bitches have been putting your dick where it doesn’t belong for a long ass time. Why would you stop now? Welcome to my Oubliette of oppression. In here, nothing you desire matters. I don’t care what you think, nor do I wish to hear you express it.

You are property and will accept what’s given to you. The only reason you exist is for my pleasure or entertainment. A hint of humiliation will accompany your pain. In fact, I wish to start there. Strip naked so I can inspect my new pincushion. Some toys arrive with flaccid flatworms that shrivel in fear, and others stand tall at attention, but your size will not grant you any favors.

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