Orgasm Torture Phone Sex With Sinful Serinda

Sinful Serinda 844-33-CANDY (844-332-2639), ext. 394

Being a California girl, I’ve been to my fair share of parties, but this was my first masquerade ball. I figured if nobody can see my face I had to be completely obscured so nobody would recognize me. I tucked my hair up under a long blonde wig, purchased a mask that would conceal pretty much all of my face from my nose up. I wore a plain, yet cute black dress that covered the tattoo on my arm. Nobody would know who I was, I would know nobody there, and this night would never exist to me. I repeated this to myself as I walked in, the lights extremely dimmed, obscuring most everyone. I wandered around, taking in the assault on my senses – the faint smell of spent sex clung to the air as strangers hastily fucked in the back rooms. The music loud enough to barely dulling out the grunts and groans as party goers came and made their respective partners cum in creative and some sadistic means.

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Cum Into My Parlor said The Mistress to the Eunuch Phonesex

MISTRESS RHIANNA 1-844-332-2639 x 253

That’s right, fly right into my web, little fly…you have nothing to fear from me after all! *giggle* That’s it, just sit back and relax in those soft silky panties of yours. You looove those panties, don’t you? And you have to wear those panties because the boxers and briefs that REAL MEN wear are too scratchy and harsh for your submissive little sissy dick isn’t that right?

Just look into my magic pendant as I twirl it before your eyes…just look at yourself in my diamond pendant….

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The Small Dick Phone Sex With Sinful Serinda

Sinful Serinda 844-33-CANDY (844-332-2639), ext. 394

My girl Jazzy and I were having a girls night out at this very chic bar in town that had just opened up. I had been sitting at our table all by myself while Jazzy had to powder her nose. This was fine as I was watching the people and the fun they were having. Keeping my eyes open for any man that’s pants could reveal a treasure lying in wait inside. I just wanted to see a big, thick, long dick imprint in those pants to entice my appetite.

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Vanessa’s Wet Knickers Phone Sex

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MISTRESS VANESSA 1-844-332-2639, extension 232

Oh, look at you. You are a pathetic mess. I saw how you reacted when you saw me walk in. That little pecker of yours got hard, didn’t it? You couldn’t help it. I purposely positioned myself so that you would get a glimpse of my thigh. I love tempting a nerdy little fuck like you.

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Lilliputian Slaveboy Phone Sex

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You are a measly joke and in no way compared to a real man. You are more like a pathetic, useless loser. I like seeing you begging on your knees. It is so apparent that you have a subatomic cock. Some piece of useless meat that shouldn’t even be considered a cock. Admit you are fucking useless loser as you spank such a joke LMAO.

You know have a place as my lilliputian slaveboy.

The rules are as follows for now:

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The Mangina Monologues Phone Sex

TEEN DOMME RHIANNA 1-844-332-2639 x 253

Emma, the no good bitch had phoned me earlier that day, knowing full well that I’m in no way shape or form a morning person. “What the fuck,” I said into my Iphone, barely awake. “You know what time it is?” She then started blathering on and on, claiming she was going through some sort of sissy slut crisis and only I could help. Well naturally. I did after all create Emma, so to speak, transforming a disgusting, boring nine to fiver named Roger, afraid to even wear a pair of nylons into  a cum-guzzlingcocksucking sissy slut, who could work over a dick with the best of ’em, no matter the size, shape or color all while rocking a pair of sky high heels and amazingly gorgeous  bra and panty sets.

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Mistress Rhianna’s Worship Me Phonesex

MISTRESS RHIANNA 844-332-2639 x 253

Yes, I know. I AM a Goddess and you are literally on your knees worshipping me. And you long to wear my collar. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I get that all the time, you pathetic loser. But are you really worthy? There hasn’t been nearly enough groveling and begging and following through on your commitment to serve and worship Mistress Rhianna. I’m not even sure about how deep your commitment to worshipping me is!

And make no fucking mistake, faggot, I am going to hold you accountable. When I say “jump” you are going to say “how high?” OR ELSE. Or else what, you ask? Or else, you will never wear my collar, you will never receive further notice from Mistress Rhianna. Because I don’t need you, you need me… because without me, your life has no purpose, no meaning. Admit it. You are just a whimpering, quivering would-be cocksucker and cum eater not even worthy of the spit you beg of me, let alone the privilege of being tortured and forced to suck cock in my fully equipped dungeon.

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The Feminization of Todd Stanwick Phonesex

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It began casually enough. Todd was sitting with his mother, yes, his beautiful mother….  Her features were patrician and perfect with just that touch of strangeness about the slant of her eyes that changes mere prettiness to beauty. Her hair was long and lush, her makeup exquisite. Even lounging on the divan, watching television with her son, she wore a designer dress that clung to her slim but luscious bodysoft, silky pantyhose and high heels. Beneath this, though Todd could not, of course see,  he knew from his furtive searches of her lingerie drawer, that she wore one of her many gorgeous matching bra and pantie sets. His mother always dressed to perfection, from the top of her head to the tips of her pedicured toes.

When the commercial for pantyhose came on the television, Todd didn’t realize the intensity of his gaze until he noticed his mother watching him with raised eyebrows and the vague disdain which was almost always part of her expression deepened into something very closely resembling contempt. “Son,” she said sternly, “why are you watching that commercial that way? It almost seems as though you want to wear pantyhose.”

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Pray For More Phonesex

RHIANNA 1-844-332-2639 x 253 

You are in the classroom. Though you are surrounded by your chattering classmates, you feel alone and the silence is deafening. Torturous. Your mind is wandering in different directions. Am I gonna get suspended? Will my parents be called? What will my friends think? Yes, what will they think, your parents, your friends…especially your friends! You’ll be a pariah, cast out from your precious cliques, your social status ripped to shreds. Your formative years spent dateless and alone. The title of pervert forever hanging around your neck. The scarlet P!

I hold the strings, and I alone. You wither or flourish at my command. My word is gospel at this school. And as you know, I am a sadist.

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In My Body Phone Sex

Dawn  1-844-332-2639  ext 296

Your panties are sexy and I want you to put them on me, fuck me and suck my hot messy cum from them when I’m done with them.

You think I’m pretty, my hair is silky, my skin is soft, my body is toned and my voice is dreamy…

Come talk to me, spend time with me, see how happy I am when you spend money to be with me, buy me gifts and pleasure me…

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