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.
Who doesn’t love a good customer? I was working in a gas station when he walked in. Unfortunately, it was just one of those days when I was in a bad mood. I didn’t really want to be at work in the first place. So, when he asked why there wasn’t any coffee I responded with a smart mouthed “Cause you didn’t make it yourself.”
I never would have expected the reaction I got from a complete stranger. We didn’t know each other from Adam. Yet, he came around the counter and grabbed me by my throat. His eyes darted around the small little store and spotted the employee stock room. He dragged me by my throat through the door and slammed it behind us.
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Goddess Collette — 1-844-332-2639 ext 383
Hey there pathetic little creature. Are you reading this because you are ready to serve Mistress Collette? I may have to confess. My tight little pussy loves it when sluts and slaves beg for my affection. I get so wet and horny when you worship the ground I walk on, lick every inch of my hot body.
You’re just another little twisted fuck. Aren’t you? That is all you will ever be to me. But perhaps that can change. Not sure if you can do it though. Continue reading “Twisted as Fuck Phonesex with Collette”
“Mistress,” he said. His voice quivered with nervous excitement. “I’m ready to be tamed.” One of my favorite things about being a professional dominatrix is administering discipline to my addicted slaves. He dropped to the cold concrete of the dungeon floor and assumed an all fours position. He was nude save for a spiked collar fastened tight to his neck and an ill-fitting leather jaco-strap attached to his cock and balls.
I entered stage left wearing a gorgeous cocktail dress, sexy come-fuck-me heels and brandishing an elegant walking-stick. Not exactly standard dungeon attire, but you know me … I like to change things up. Upon seeing me, he whimpered and bounced around. “Heel boy,” I said and he turned over on his back showing me his belly. “Have you you been a good boy or a bad boy?” Again, like the pathetic bitch he is, he whimpered his answer.
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