Do you have a thing to confess your sneaky sins? That I can turn around and use it to blackmail you? Does your wife or girlfriend know you get hard giving me your hard earned money while I force you to the end of intox? There is more for the extremely financially weak, and popper addicts. Ignore Line as you plead with me to raise the rate or you just sit there and listen. Lets raise the rate stroking game if you dare to play. I dare you to play forced intoxication stroking games with me I will have you doing all kinds of embarrassing shit lol call if you dare!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mistress Hannah

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….This hot little school girl is reading for some hardcore phone sex. I love to listen while you lube that big hard cock up, and start jacking off. I love all things kinky and nasty. How far do you want to go? Let me tease you, guide you on a journey into your mind, stroking, touching, teasing, following my lead. Don’t cum yet, baby, it only get’s better if you’ll wait. Do you have a dark naughty fantasy that you are just dying to tell? I am all for making a fantasy a reality. Cum enter this kingdom my naughty boy, and let’s have some fun…..

Princess Hunter

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Framed in the doorway, silhouetted by the light behind Her, stood Mistress Debbie. She entered, closed the door behind Her and turned towards me. I could see Her better now. She was wearing a little black dress that showed off Her splendid figure. Her legs were encased in thigh-length boots atop the most lethal-looking heels I had ever in my life seen. The leather clung tightly to Her legs, more than hinting at a fine, athletic musculature beneath. She began to walk slowly towards me and raised Her right hand: in it was a brown folder. As She came closer I could see my name inscribed on the cover.

“Your file,” She said, “naturally I have been making inquiries of my own.”

She opened the folder and started leafing through the contents; pacing from left to right in front of me; the percussive beat of Her sharp heels on the floor echoing around the room. Then, in front of me, She spun around with a dancer’s grace on Her toe and looked down upon me.

“Hmm….you obviously made no impression on your first two Mistresses as neither can remember anything whatsoever about you. Your previous Mistress has, however, made the following observation, and I quote: ‘The subject, Steven, is remarkably unremarkable; notable only for his all too literal interpretation of the phrase. Keep your hands to yourself. He has, in short, an uncontrollable compulsion to masturbate as often as possible. After every audience with me, he has pleasured himself before being given My expressed permission. While his confession to his refractory behavior was commendable, it nevertheless demonstrates that this slave still has a great deal to learn about the difference between transient sexual pleasure and the true happiness that comes from being in the service of a real Lady. You are more than welcome to take him, Mistress Debbie, though I recommend a salutary application of the cane to his bare backside. Please be sure to leave some marks’.”

With that, Mistress Debbie closed the file and looked down at me. There was a slight pause… “Well?” She said.

“I…I can’t help it, Mistress. Really I can’t” I whimpered, “It’s like an addiction and the only sexual outlet I have. I..I..”

“This does not sound to My ears like a valid excuse, slave,” She snapped back at me, placing Her hands on Her hips. “you ought to know full well by now that the thing residing between your legs”, at which point She placed the toe of Her right boot onto my cock causing a rush of arousal, “is the property of your Mistress. As such, the decision as of when and how to use it is your Mistress’s decision and Hers alone!”.

She released the file from Her clenched fist and let it drop to the floor, the papers scattered. Needing no command, I frantically collected the pages together, inserted them into the file and handed them back to Her.

“Can’t you count, you stupid man? The order’s all wrong!!” At this She let the file fall to the floor again and once more I fumbled to pick up the papers, taking care this time to place them back in the file correctly.

“Place it on the shelf over there”, She said, nodding towards the one by the door. Crawling towards it, I heard Her footsteps recede as She walked towards the far corner of the chamber. Returning to my position in the middle of the floor I could see that She was surveying Her array of whips, canes and riding crops. “A salutary application of the cane….” She said, echoing the words of his previous Mistress. “Spoiled for choice aren’t I, slave?” She asked, playfully. “Eenie, Meenie, Minie, Mo! Ahhh My favorite!” She exclaimed, selecting the terrible riding crop I’d seen on Her holding and using on Her Website.

She spun round to face me and I’ll swear I could see a fire-like glow in Her eyes. “To avoid injury, it is always advisable to limber up before whipping a slave,” She said: as though quoting from a training manual. She swung Her elbows in arcs about Her shoulders and Paul could discern the impressive definition of Her pectoral and deltoid muscles. She obviously worked out with heavy weights a lot! Mistress Debbie’s muscles were bulging, and Now She was walking towards me. “This is going to hurt Me more than it will hurt you, slave”, She added with both a sigh and slightly mischievous grin; though I doubted this was true.

“Pick a number between one and five, slave” She asked playfully. Up to five, I thought. Thank God She’s a lenient One. Five I could just about take and it would surely impress Her if I chose the upper limit.

“Five” I replied eagerly.

“Five squared makes?”

Oh God no, I thought. She can’t be serious
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“Come on! Five squared makes?”

“T..T..Twenty-five, Mistress”

“Good. Twenty-five lashes it is then. Now position yourself this way”, She said, indicating that I should crouch at right-angles to Her, with my bottom facing to Her right. I started to plead. “No Mistress. Not that many. I can’t stand it. Not even my previous Mistress used to whip me so much. I’m a good slave in other respects aren’t I?”

“It is useless for you to be complaining, slave,” She replied. “This is no more than you deserve. The assessment by your previous Mistress equals My own recent experience of you. There is clearly a pattern of behavior that needs to be addressed. I am going to administer such a thrashing as will really teach you not to play with yourself. You won’t dare appear before Me again after having disobeyed My commands.”

“Never!” I cried. “You can’t control me that much. I’ll….I’ll just find another Mistress!”

Throwing Her head back She gave a contemptuous laugh, “Ha! No you won’t.

I know that I have a hold over you as no Mistress previously has. You will need to see a Mistress again be it in one month, two or even six. And that Mistress will be Me. Already you have admitted that I have entered your dreams; unlike the other Mistresses before Me. I have even assumed the reins of your subconscious. You cannot and will not escape Me.

You are truly My possession, slave.” In my hopelessness I started to sob. She was right, of course. From the moment I had first encountered Her I had been drawn to Her like a moth to the flame. She was my everything and I would gladly take my well-deserved thrashing…

Mistress Debbie

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I get lots of sissy slut bitches that want me to control them and make them worship me and obey me.  They even allow me to humiliate them through my blogs with pictures and blogs they submit to me to show how much of a loser they really are.  Here is one that comes from my bitch called “Hannah’s Bitch“:

I was driving downtown to get some shopping for some heels and lingerie.  I just got paid and with my Christmas bonus I was ecstatic and couldn’t wait for my hard earnings to burn a hole in my wallet, well actually my slave’s wallets **evil laugh**.

It was mid evening when I headed down the shopping mall when what do I see standing in the street corner but a Black Hoe.  Now what is a Black slut doing standing in the corner all dressing like a fucking slut down here in the deep south of Texas.  Is she asking for a death warrant.  So I thought I better pull off and pick up that Big Black slut and take her home with me.  At first she hesitated and gave me an attitude but I told her that’s fine Bitch stand there and let these rednecks here get you and then you will wish to god you had jumped in my car.  That is when she changed her attitude and hopped in my car.  While she was sitting in my car I was looking her up and down and said “Girl if you are going to try and act and dress like a slut then you need to do better then that.  You are lucky I am going shopping so you will need to get better lingerie then that shit you have on”.  ”Yes Ma’am”.  ”Yes Ma’am???” I raised my voice “More like Yes Mistress”.  She just looked at me strange.  ”If you want to go home tonight you will start referring to me as Mistress not Ma’am, GOT IT!”  ”Yes Mistress”, she said.  ”So my little black slut.  You got a name”. “Yes Ma’am, oh I mean Yes Mistress”, she quivered.  ”Well spit it out Slut, What’s your whore name”.  She answered, “Chantel, Mistress” while her head was down in shame.  ”Well then Chantel for now on I don’t want you standing in those street corners.  You will for now on be My black slut and will do what I tell you and will obey every order and no matter if I call you degrading names you will respect me Bitch, GOT IT!” “Yes Mistress”, she responded.

As we headed to the lingerie/sex shop I told her that “we are going to shop for more slutty outfits for you then that shit you got on now and I want you to pick out the longest and thickest paddle as well a long thick strap on cause that will be your new best friend that I will use on your Slutty Black Ass”  You should see how much my new Black Slut obeyed and went shopping for the items I asked her to get.  I think she was a good bargain.

Mistress Valerie & Slut Chantel

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I like being dominated and used on all of my calls. I like bowing down for men and obeying every command. I also like being punished if I don’t what they tell me. I will sometimes have other men make a list of thnigs they want me to do through out the week and I have to abide by them. This one guy wanted me to only wear pink panties every day othe week. I couldn’t wear any other colors but pink. If I didn’t do that then I would have to be punished. I would have to wear a chasity belt and I wouldn’t be able to do anything. I amde sure that I followed his command I only wore my pink panties. I was only allowed to certain kind of panties too. I was only allowed to wear the bikini kind. I would like you to give me some commands too. I will obey and you serve you in every way I can.
Kat
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Do you have a nasty kink or fetish that you haven’t shared with anyone, but you think about it all the time and it makes that cock rock hard? Is it so taboo that you think no one else has this thought? Hmm, well, you are wrong! You would be surprised by what actually gets me going. The nastier and more forbidden it is, the more I like it! So cum and share it with me!!

XOXO Nicole XOXO

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It really doesn’t matter if you want to suck that cock or not, I am going to make you do it. That’s right, its time to get those knee pads out, cocksucker, because you are going to be taking a huge dick in that pretty little mouth of yours.

Why? Because it turns me on, that’s why. Because putting my hand on the back of your head with one hand while I stoke that big black cock over your face gets my motor humming. And I am going to force it in between your lips. Don’t worry – you are going to learn to like it for me. I am going to make you addicted to cock and a total cumeater.

Call me now – I have some Big Black Friends coming over…..and I know they will want to meet you!

Mistress Candy

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Hey sweet seductive aroma filled the room alerting ashtray boy to report for duty! Such is the daily horror show when you worship a smoking hot sadistic Mistress Nicole here!

When Mistress is having a good day ashtray boy’s service might not be called on more than once. On a bad day his chain smoking Mistress extinguishes cigarette after cigarette into his smoldering red hot flesh! (Ouch)

It was ashtray boy’s weakness for cigarettes and powerful seductive women that lured him into this hellish existence as a human ashtray! Let be blow a long puff in our face!!!!!!!!!!

Mistress Nicole

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