Tag: Mistress

Alex 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 425

 I know for a fact you turn and toss in bed all night, restless and unwilling to fall asleep with your balls so terribly full of cum. There is a might in the back of your head telling you to take that cock in between your hands and allow yourself a release. Mistress told you not to, but what is the fun in doing what you’re told? Sure, it will be fun in the moment. I don’t doubt that. But what happens when you come to me and that desperation in your voice is a little… lacklustre. Obviously, you will have every excuse Under the Sun, but I have heard them all before. Thus, I am not interested in hearing you out.

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Vivian 844-332-2639 Ext.254

My ad looking for a personal asslicker was only up for a few minutes and I was being deluded with phone calls. Both men and women were applying. People from all over the country were responding and I even got a few calls from the other side of the world. I wasn’t surprised in the least. I have a perfect ass and there are plenty of ass licking aficionados out there.

My requirements were simple. I am looking for someone passionate about asslicking. Someone that loves the smell and taste of a woman. I need someone who can lick my ass enthusiastically for hours. They also need to be not only into ass worship but anal as well.

As I sifted through voicemails there were a few standouts. Their hunger and desire both amused me and turned me on. My pretty puckered asshole trembled with need. They were begging for the opportunity to show me their asslicking skills. My asshole began to throb and I knew it needed a wet soft tongue to fill it soon. I began to call my favorite asslicking candidates to schedule their auditions. Continue reading “My Personal Asslicker” →

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” →

XXOO Laylene 1-844-332-2639 ext 419

Sitting at the noisy bar with several of her girlfriends, Mistress Laylene’s eyes wandered from the conservation to a table of attractive guys. But she could not take her eyes off one, as she bit her lip and smiled to herself. Mmmm, he will be perfect. Tom was a well-to-do executive who hung with his college friends at their favorite bar, but he tended to be a bit of an outsider to them. Laylene picked up on this. His demeanor was a bit more gentle and he had a certain sway to the way he moved his ass. Almost swishing about along with a gentle almost limp wristed way he picked up his drinks, and his mozzarella sticks with almost dainty bites.

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Taking Something I Can't Have

Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208

Ever since I was young, I’ve been the kind of woman who wanted the things I was told I couldn’t have. The high-paying career that crushes most men’s salary, the dangerously fast car that is too powerful for little old Francie. I don’t know what it is about being told I can’t have something that makes me desire it so much more. And now, I want another woman’s husband because he told me he’d never cheat on her.

Never say never. I always take what I want.

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Unicorn Races With Mistress Alexus and Mistress AlexTrans Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

You must be thinking, “If a Unicorn doesn’t exist, how can two Femdoms make them race?” Haven’t you any imagination? What good is phonesex if you can’t flex the rules of reality? Come sit for a moment and try not to stroke your puny cock as I tell you the tale of how Mistress Alex and I made Unicorns race.

One of our newest candy girls grabbed my attention with her demanding demeanor. As a welcome present to the wicked world of Candy, I invited Mistress Alex over to my southern California home with the promise of great entertainment. She accepted the invitation and asked what she should bring. “A few of your favorite toys and little else,” I replied. While she was visiting, I would provide everything she could need.

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Kora 844-332-2369 Ext.309

Kora is hosting a very sexy exotic bondage party and Kora invited all of Kora’s sexy little hot friends over Kora loves how hard those hotties orgasm, As the guests were arriving Kora went upstairs to change into her other attire for the evening. Guests were greeted by other guests talking about how Kora’s bondage parties are always thrilling, euphorically orgasmic, and the lingerie they got to take off. As the guests gathered in the “Royal Red Room” Kora made her grand entrance getting completely undivided attention on her Kora began to say”Welcome you beautiful sexy exotic beings you have entered Kora’s wild jungle and this very room you are standing in is the royal red room where we will engage in voyeurism play, sensation play, cuckold, Milf, femdom, throat fucking, anal nipple play or pleasure, cock and ball play or pleasure and much more.” kora says. The room was completely horny, tempted, and full of primal energy and Kora can’t wait for them to release it. Kora then says”without further a do let the no limits party begin !”Kora shouts. Everyone put down their wine glasses and began to

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Vivian 844-332-2639 ext. 254

Welcome to Vivian’s confession sluts hotline! Vivian is my name and listening to you confession sluts is my game. I am a master at drawing things out of you and revealing what you are really into. You see, men nowadays need to be macho. They want to be alphas. They need to prove to the world how manly, powerful and aggressive they are.

Most of those men are frauds. It’s all for show. They act big and tough to the world and everyone is impressed by them. But when they get home they put on panties. Or they love it when their wives use a strap-on in the bedroom. Sometimes these strong men change out of their suits on Friday and wear diapers all weekend.

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Seductive Tease and Denial with Naomi 844-332-2639 ext 216

Seductive Tease and Denial Phonesex is what you’re craving. You want a Goddess who knows how to give a little, perhaps even give a little more. It makes my heart happy to know that you’re going to beg. You will beg to touch me, or for me to touch you.

I will tease every drop of willpower and precum out of you with my sultry seductive tone. Then comes the denial. Oh yes, the power to control your cock with one word. “NO”. You will squirm, drip, tingle, and whine. However, your veiny cock will beg for release. I will decide IF and WHEN you get that sweet feeling. Everyone has their limits. I just get to decide how far to push yours, and that’s what makes me dominant. Continue reading “Seductive Tease and Denial Phonesex” →

A World Of Her Own

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2639 Ext 357

Thunder clattered above the tavern, making the building vibrate with its anger. Glasses and beer mugs chattered together as if in fear of what was coming. I should have taken the electric tension in the air as a warning from the fates. However, I was in a world of my own, too busy being the only wench serving brutes and monsters.

The door to the tavern blew open, loudly smashing into the wall. I turned in surprise, but what shook me more was the tall, cloaked figure in the doorway. Wind and rain whipped across the unmoving shadow’s face, and fear froze me in place. Lightening ripped across the sky, highlighting the new guest’s covered face. The hood of the cloak covered the newcomer’s eyes and most of their nose but their full lips sat in a grim smile.

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