Category: Mistress phonesex

 

Carina 1844-332-2639 ext 293

“Mr. Daniels… I swear, I wasn’t trying to distract you.”

I’m sitting on your desk, legs crossed, skirt hiked up just a little too high. My blouse is unbuttoned enough to reveal the lace of my bra — and the way your eyes keep drifting tells me I’m doing exactly what I intended.

You lean back in your chair, arms folded, voice deep. “This isn’t appropriate, Carina.”

I bite my lip, sliding one heel off slowly, letting it drop to the floor.

“I know. But you called me into your office… and I figured maybe you wanted a little one-on-one performance review.”

I shift, just enough to let the hem of my skirt ride up further. No panties. I made sure of that.

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

This is a giantess fantasy: I wanted him beneath my heels! To worship me! He was trembling before I even stepped into the room. I towered above him—six-inch stilettos on, black latex hugging every curve. To me, he looked no taller than a doll, kneeling on the hardwood floor with wide eyes and a bulge straining in his pathetic little cage. You’re so small,” I whispered, circling him like a predator. “So easy to break.”

I leaned down, just enough for him to catch a glimpse of my breasts swelling against the latex. His lips parted like he wanted to worship them—but I wasn’t here to be soft. “I could crush you,” I said, lifting one heel and placing the sharp tip between his legs. He whimpered. I laughed. “Hahahaha! You’re pathetic!” I loved watching him squirm. I was a goddess to him, untouchable, unstoppable, and he was nothing but a plaything.

I picked him up like a toy—his light little body pressed to my chest—and carried him to the bed. He gasped as I spread my legs, lowering him between my thighs like I was offering him heaven. “Prove yourself,” I growled, grabbing the back Continue reading “Beneath My Heels” →

Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

Candy Girls provide everything that you need and more. We are sex whisperers. That means that we know exactly what you need and how to give it to you. We all have our specialties. You can read about them in our bios. And I really hope that you’re reading our blogs. They divulge a lot. You will learn about who we are, and what we can give you.

As for me, I thrive on what turns you on. It really doesn’t matter what it is. If it turns you on, it turns me on. I want to hear about it. I enjoy many different fetishes. Hearing about yours  gets me so aroused. You can tell me anything. Your secrets are safe with me. I love that so many of you feel comfortable enough to share your innermost thoughts with me. I’m honored and I don’t take it lightly. I know it’s not always that easy. But I love getting to know you. And getting lost with you, deep in a sexy roleplay.

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Rita 844-33-CANDY Ext 413

I’ve been having so much fun being your personal sex doll. You take me out and play with me so often that I rarely get lonely. However, you didn’t bring me out of the closet to play with you when you came home today. I could hear these strange gargling, coughing, and choking sounds, so I leaned into the closet door and looked through the tiny crack.

You were on your hands and knees on the bed, sucking a big dildo. I was so confused by what I was seeing. You’re a man, so you fuck pussy or eat pussy; why would you be entertaining a dildo in your mouth? And why would it be making you so hard? I stood up and pushed open the closet door. We made eye contact, and you looked terrified, knowing you’d been busted being a cock sucker.

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Kevin

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

We all have those people in our lives—the ones who orbit our world, never quite landing, always just…there. And then there’s this guy. Let’s call him Kevin. (No offense to any Kevins out there, but it feels like a fitting name for this particular brand of awkward admirer.)

Kevin calls me sometimes. Not for anything important, mind you. Not for scintillating conversation or a shared intellectual pursuit. No, Kevin calls to…well, to put it delicately, “appreciate” my voice while “engaging” with me. Okay, fine, he goons. Actually, he’s your typical loser who pays me to pay attention to him while he goons over my photos because he can’t have someone like me in real life. It’s pathetic. There, I said it.

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sissy

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

My sissy, Stella. She keeps me constantly on my toes (and occasionally reaching for the headache medicine). Let’s be clear, I adore her. I truly do. But sometimes, dealing with her is an interesting process. Now, the allure of having a sissy is obvious, isn’t it? The delicate dresses, the painstakingly applied makeup and perfect hair, the eager-to-please attitude. It’s all very appealing, if you know what I mean. She’s a blank canvas ripe for artistic expression and lets me do anything and everything to her holes. And believe me, I’ve been expressing myself.

But here’s the kicker: my little darling? She’s still got a few…Um…Glitches in the system. There are days when she’s the epitome of feminine grace, fluttering around in fancy dresses and stockings and lace, batting her eyelashes with the precision of a seasoned professional. Then, BAM! Out comes the “boy voice.” You know, that deep, gravelly rumble that belongs on a construction site, not coming from a vision swathed in pink chiffon!

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slave

Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Miss Anna wanted to go shopping, so she summoned her slave. He came diligently running. ‘’Yes, Miss Anna?’’. Come with me, she said. We’re going shopping, I need some new clothes. ‘’Yes Miss Anna, I’ll do whatever you say.’’ ‘’Wait!” said Miss Anna. You’re not accompanying me like that, put on some of my slutty clothes, that way we can match. ‘’Please Miss Anna,’’ her slave pleaded ‘’I can’t possibly wear that, Ill be so Humiliated!’’ ‘’That’s the whole point!’’ replied Miss Anna ‘’Now hurry up and put these on.’’ And with that, Miss Anna handed him a pair of fishnets, a slutty short skirt,  a tight-fitting top, and a bra and thong to wear underneath. She made him slip into her high heels and off they went.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

When our paths first crossed, I could sense it in him, the need to be dominated, controlled, owned. He played the part of a powerful man alright, but his eyes betrayed him. They craved to be mastered. And so I made my move, drawing him in with honeyed words and veiled promises. He came to me of his own free will, thinking he’d find salve for his haughty desires as he did with all else in his life. But I had other plans for him.

Now he kneels before me, wrists bound, back striped raw from my crop. I walk around him in wide, slow circles, inspecting my pet. He shivers and quakes but dares not move, not unless I allow it. I am his Mistress and he is but a slave, a toy to be used. I trace a finger down his cheek and he leans into my touch, mewling softly. Already he forgets his place, the brat. I seize his hair and wrench his head back, forcing him to meet my gaze.

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Sissy Goes For A Massage

Robotic Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

My little closet sissy has been expressing how much he wants to branch out. He said he wanted his boundaries pushed just a little. So he could experience the thrill of almost exposure. I knew the best way to do this was to make him book a massage.

He scheduled it for this morning and came to tell me he was leaving. I clicked my teeth and told him to go back to the bedroom. When he asked why, I told him I had laid out what I expected him to wear to his appointment. His face instantly fell, but his cock jumped so hard I thought it’d bust through his jeans!

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Sexy Cougar

*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221

I love getting calls from guys who tell me they wish they’d had a sexy cougar like me next door when they were teenagers. I totally get it. If all the older women in your neighborhood were really old and just not sexy, then you totally missed out on an essential part of your teenage years.

Fantasizing about or even fucking the sexy cougar next door is something all boys should get to experience. If you didn’t get to have that experience, then you really need to call me so you can lie back, close your eyes, and let me make it happen for you.

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