Smoke Phonesex

JASMINE 844-332-2639 ext 262

Jasmine stands with her back to the fire, dark hair lit from behind, seemingly aflame. In a red dress she stands, the ever present cigarette in her hand. Sunk in chairs, legs crossed sitting on the floor, propped up against the wall, wherever she is, all our eyes hang fascinated upon her. Upon her face, her full lips, high cheekbones, hypnotic eyes and upon her perfect form.

The flames flicker; her half closed eyes waken to our mute appeal. As ever desire and the long drawn smoke of her cigarette weave about her,snakelike, slowly entwining her willowy frame; Around her neck it curls, she shudders, her eyes close. Ahh! Contentment! Power! Jasmine, who we know but will never truly know. Jasmine, the mysterious figure in the red dress.

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Welcum Back To Mistress Rhianna’s Cock Talk! Phonesex

MISTRESS RHIANNA 1-844-332-2639 x 253.

The following is an actual transcript from a Dark Web broadcast. Music Intro: Announcer: Ladies, gentlemen and  … ahem, wanna-be ladies, welcome to Cock Talk the show about … you guessed it, nice big thick pulsing cocks. And here is your Hostess with the Mostest ...Mistress Rhianna Knight!!!

Mistress Rhianna: Hey there faggots and welcome to Cock Talk, a show where we talk about cocks, assholes, fucking, sucking and possibly, if you are an especially good little faggot whorepimping out all your holes to the cocks of REAL MEN! That’s right. COCK TALKTonight’s very special guest is joining us all the way from Toronto, Ontario, please welcome … Christ, wait … hold on, what did you say your name was again slut?

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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 House of Pain Phonesex

Mistress Rhianna 844-332-2639 ext 253

He was just where I wanted him now, crying, sniveling, crawling around on the ground pants down, around his ankles, his ass spanked a bright pink. “What are you crying about maggot,” I said, walking towards him, the heels of my shiny black leather thigh-high stilettos echoing through out the dungeon as they made contact with the cold concrete of the floor. “Isn’t this exactly what you wanted? Aren’t I making all of your fantasies a reality?

I reached down and grabbed hold of his neck, he winced in pain as I began to apply pressure, my fingers digging into his throat. With his pathetic worthless face looking up at me, tears welling up in his eyes he cried, “I can’t remember my safe word!” Squeezing harder now, I leaned in close to his face and with a wicked laugh said, “Your safe word is HARDER.

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