Tag: Mistress

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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What Are You Doing?

Francie xXx 1844-332-2639 xXx 208

Have you ever gotten that text? “What are you doing?” Maybe it’s just me, but I think those four words hold so much promise. Last night, I was bored and wanted to have some fun. Some productive fun. I’d ordered a new fuck machine and really wanted to test it out on a willing victim.

Sure, I know what you’re thinking, “willing?” Yes. Most often, I do like to take my prey by surprise, but I wanted an honest review of my new toy, so I texted my girlfriend to see if she’d be up for a bit of experimenting.

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Fantasy Football Slavery

Kinky Krysta 844-332-2369 Ext.410

We’re in the same fantasy football league, and as of this week, you are SO far behind. There is like zero hope for you unless you make something big happen on Sunday. Unfortunately for you, your high-scoring players are benched for injury, and the only chance is if you convince me to trade you one of my players.

I could, It wouldn’t hurt my position anyway. I’ve been lucky with my picks, and everyone on my roster has been healthy. But you know better than to expect something for nothing when it comes to Kinky Krysta. I’ll trade you the player you want if you’ll be my slave for the WHOLE week. Deal?

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Service Myself

xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

I’m here to service myself. I like getting off, but none of you boys can ever do it right. Honestly, it’s frustrating as hell, so I’m taking matters into my own hands.

The next person who calls me is getting tied up in my living room. Hands above your head, feet forced apart by a spreader bar, and a lot of shibari work to build a harness with a loop on each side in case I need to flip you or fasten you to a cable from the ceiling. I’m genuinely really excited to make you into a sex toy. I think I’ll even assemble a pulley system to easily hoist you up to the ceiling when I’m not using you.

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Francie xXx 1844-332-2639 xXx 208

I find that the most fun I have is hearing the screams of the men who think they can handle me. Would you like to test if you are worth my time? It always starts the same. Brave and bold. Sure, go ahead and tie me up. I don’t need a safeword. I’m a tough guy; I can take anything you can dish out. With my eyes rolling, I ask if you insist that you don’t need a safeword, like 90% of the guys think they don’t. To their credit, a few actually do not. But once you’re tied down over my bench, there’s no going back.

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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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TS Shemale Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 389

I sat on the park bench beside my sub, who was being touched, tugged, and stroked in all directions. One big burly man was pumping away at Jackson’s asshole while his friend kneeled on the other side of my sub. His arms hugged around Jackson’s straining thigh to lean in and suck at his tight balls. I chuckled as a massive dollop of precum oozed from Jackson’s cock tip. He’d already spurted two loads, and the men showed no signs of slowing.

I reached up to pet his head as it lulled to the side. His tear-stained cheeks were so flushed from his humiliation and use. “Are you going to cum again, petty pet?” I cooed. His eyes closed as he whimpered. The man behind him dug his shaft in as he exploded, his hands clamped to Jackson’s shoulders, pulling him back against him.

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

County Fair Fuck. Don’t you just love traipsing off to the fair with your fat wife and spoiled kids in tow? Of course, you notice me at the ticket stand with my friends. I’m wearing those impossibly short, tight shorts with cowboy boots of course! My tanned legs are in sharp contrast to that fat cow of a wife’s pale, fat flesh. You can actually see her so green with jealousy as she notices you ogling me. Doesn’t she know that this just fuels me to flirt even more? So, she gets what she gets and I get what I want. This is your chance to finally have some good luck in your otherwise pathetic life. Let’s face it, you have a history of bad luck and even worse choices. So, this is your chance to get fucked at the County Fair.

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