Category: Submissive phone sex

The Coed and The Professor: Teen Slut Fucked Hard

Do you like fucking teen pussy? You would not be the only one. And you would be surprised how many other folks like it too. One of my female professors is a hardcore dominatrix. That was news to me. In the classroom she is such a prissy schoolmarm. In fact, I thought she had never been fucked in her life. She caught me cheating on an exam. Instead of telling the dean, she suggested I come to her place so we could talk about a way to rectify this all. I was grateful. My college has a zero tolerance policy in regards to cheating; she could have had me expelled.

When I arrived, she looked quite different. Sexy actually. She offered me some wine, but after a few sips, I felt dizzy. She apparently drugged my wine. I woke up in a basement I think, tied to some device with a ball gag in my mouth. As I came too, I realized she was on her knees between my legs. She had a huge vibrator and was stimulating my clit. Was not sure what was going on but it felt good. She looked up at me, “You’re my bitch now. Do as you are told and you get to stay in school.”  I liked her bitch in charge attitude. She used that vibrator on me for a good solid hour at least. I thought she would have to peel me off the ceiling I came so hard, so many times. I get in trouble, but I am the one cumming over and over? I may cheat more often in her class.

She untied me. “Gonna be a good bitch?” she asked. I assured her I was her willing slave. Fuck, I’d do this bitch anytime had I known she was such a bad ass in the bedroom. She led me upstairs to her bedroom where she put on her strap-on to fuck me. She wanted to see a teen slut fucked hard she said. I liked how that sounded. She pounded me so hard with her strap on. Hell she fucked me better than most men do with their cocks. I squirted so much cum all over her, it felt like I had pissed myself. She fucked me on my back, on all fours, up against the wall, even made me ride her cock. Fucked my tight ass too. I never came so much or so hard in my life. Felt amazing. I loved who she was outside of the classroom. Sexy dominate bitch in charge. I told her she could own my teen twat anytime she wanted. I wanted to be her young teen slut. If this is how bad girls get punished, I want to be bad all the time. Do you want to punish me too?

My Superman….

I opened my eyes but couldn’t see a thing. I could feel the blindfold tied tight across my eyes and that I was sitting on what felt like a bed.  The last thing I remember was being at the club shaking my ass for some frat boys. This couldn’t be good. I went to move my hand up to my face and someone grabbed my hand. I screamed, but then a husky voice told me to be quiet and that screaming wouldn’t help me anyway – no one would hear. The voice almost sounded familiar, but I was so scared I couldn’t place it.


This guy started lecturing me on how bad of a girl I was for dancing for those boys and teasing them with my tight body. I apologized, but he didn’t care, he told me he was going to teach me a lesson. Something in his tone told me he was serious but that he wasn’t going to hurt me. He proceeded to rip off my clothes, and I didn’t resist. My pussy was getting wet at the thought of being taken and made to do things for this mystery man with the sexy voice. He fucked my mouth first, then my pussy and then my ass.


As he was pounding my ass, I knew he was going to cum. I was screaming from the pain, and he filled me up with his hot sperm. He pulled out, cum running down my legs, and I rolled over and laid on the bed trying to catch my breath. I felt his hand on my face and he pulled the blindfold off. My vision was blurry, at best, and it was dark in the room, but the first thing I was able to see was the pants he had just pulled on. They were fleece Superman pajama bottoms. My brain clicked, and I knew immediately who it was! My eyes glanced up, and there he was – my Countryboy I had fucked the week before. He smiled and then spread my legs to finish me off with his tongue. Who knew that my superhero would be the same guy I thought I was going to need rescued from? I am one lucky little whore…

Mind Fuck

He made me call him Daddy. His voice was soothing, intelligent, and calm. His touch was firm, but somehow reassuring that what we were doing wasn’t wrong. The clamps on my nipples had finally stopped burning and numbness was setting in. As I lost feeling in my breasts, he handed me a huge dildo and told me to stick it in my ass. He said it so quietly, almost like a purr. He sat and stared and I couldn’t take my eyes from his. The thought of him hurting me seemed so real and yet so far away.


He moved towards me and I flinched. But he hadn’t moved to hit me – he reached out his hand and brushed my hair back ever so gently. He took ahold of my wrist and began making me fuck myself even harder in the ass with the huge cock.  His intentions were maddening. Did he love me or was he toying with me like a cat does with a mouse. I was certain there was a fondness in his eyes. Maybe I reminded him of someone. Then he suddenly grabbed my throat and it startled me out of my daydream. His eyes seemed to change color, and I was terrified.


My heart began to race and I knew he was going to hurt me. The affection was gone, and the evil inside of him was even more angry because I had seen a glimpse of softness. Now he would destroy me. He couldn’t let me stay alive because I had seen too much. I had touched something inside of him that he didn’t want touched. His grip on my throat tightened and he squeezed as hard as he could while still using my other arm to fuck my ass as fast as he could. The pain was shooting through me, but I couldn’t scream. He began whispering in my ear that I was “daddy’s pretty little slut”, and those were the last words I heard before everything went black.  

Cum Home Soon

I’ve been here all day waiting for you. You haven’t fed me for days and my hunger pains are the only thing letting me know I am still really alive. The rest of my body aches when I move from all the torture you inflicted on me last night. The needles in my nipples and pussy are gone, but the pain is sore and sharp even after you removed them. You showed no mercy when you whipped me, and since I am chained here, I have no escape.

But for some reason I long to see you. I can’t wait for you to come back through that door. The thought of your black eyes glaring at me, and wanting to hurt me again, make my tiny little battered pussy begin to throb. I need everything you give me. The fresh cuts from your blade make my ears ring in pleasure. There is no other way to get what this little pain whore needs – and you are the Master of pain.


I can’t let you know that I secretly want it. I know you would lose interest and go find another worthless slut like me. I can’t lose you like that. You are my addiction and without your heavy hands forcing my tiny body into your painful fantasies, I am nothing. I need to feel your hatred and I want to see your cock rise when you hear me screaming. I want to watch you cum from my terror. I am your little pain whore, and I crave your anger. I don’t deserve the rush I get, and yet you continue to abuse me. Hurry home, Master, I am scared and wet and hungry…

Spank Me Daddy, I’ve Been a Bad Girl

Spanking phone sex, Daddy? You know I’m a bad little girl. I do nothing but tease your cock. I walk around the house in my little girl cotton panties, wiggling my cute little bubble butt. I sit on your lap and bounce and giggle making your dick hard. And let’s talk about bath time. I sit there  rubbing my bald tight cunnie clean. Play with my little bee stings. I’m taunting you Daddy. I need to be punished for being such a cock tease.

You come in my room at night, catch me with my hands in my panties rubbing my little clitty. That’s when you know I need a good old fashioned spanking. You sit on the edge of my bed, put me over your knees, lift up my little see through nightie, pull my cotton panties down and smack my tiny little ass. I cry and wriggle, promising to be a good girl. I feel your thing getting hard. You like spanking me Daddy, don’t you?

I want to be a good girl so I put my little mouth on your cock. Kiss it, lick it, try to get it down my throat. You push my head down, teaching me to suck it like a big girl, but I gag. It’s just so big. But you are in control of your baby girl, so you force me down on your cock until you shoot a milky substance in my mouth. You tell me it’s a special hot milk drink just for good little girls so I will want to be a good girl.

I want to be a good girl for you Daddy, I just need some discipline.

New Girl

I woke up to loud thumps coming down the stairs. It sounded like something huge and metal was being dragged down to the basement. I knew the sound, as I had experienced it before. You had a new slave and she was being delivered. I tried to sit up to watch the unloading, my heart racing, wondering how long she had been inside the safe. You hate dealing with their screaming when they first arrive – so they get locked away in a safe. Memories of my time in the box came rushing back to me. It had to have been days, but it felt like years.


I was locked inside by some stranger who had grabbed me, and left there – cramped and starving. By the time the box was opened I was barely alive and nearly blind as the dingy basement lights tried to make my eyes focus. I remember being terrified but so thirsty that I couldn’t scream. That was of course your plan all along. To break us before you even let us out of the safe. To mind fuck us so intensely, leaving us for days to accept that we had been left to die – only to then let us out into our new living hell in the basement.
I watched as you unlocked the lock and swung open the door. Her naked body climbed out, weak but alive. She was bound and blindfolded, but like me, didn’t make a sound. She was already broken. You guided her to the table to introduce her to a new kind of pain. As the feeling came back into her limbs, from being cramped so long, you cut them and burned them and her body just seized on the table from the stimulation. I remember those first cuts and burns and my pussy came uncontrollably.


She has been added to your collection of whores. We are here for you to experiment all your sexual desires on. I continued to watch her be tortured with the knives, still blindfolded. I knew she had no idea the future pain she will have to endure, and in fact grow to crave like a sick addiction. I felt myself drooling at the site of the blades cutting her fresh skin. I wanted another turn under your cruel hands. I needed to be touched, even if it only brings agony. I was jealous of this new whore. I wanted to go back to the day that I had first come out of the box….

Submissive Phone Sex with Summer: The Dangers of Babysitting

When I was younger, I had a slew of jobs. Normally, I quit my jobs and moved on to something bigger and better. But, I had this one babysitting job where I got fired. Still pisses me off too. Not only did I give their brat the best care ever, I had to put up with the twisted older siblings. Twin brats. A boy and a girl, who were not trusted with the little one, for a good reason. They were sick fucks. Only teens themselves, but on their way to become future serial killers. Not a gig went by that they did not torture me. One time the brother bound and gagged me while his sick sister spread my pussy open with clothes pins. My pussy was gaping open, and the equally twisted brother pissed right in my pussy. They took pictures of me to blackmail me with. I had to be their bitch after that if I didn’t want those pictures of me all over school. I was head cheerleader, most popular girl in school, had a reputation as an in charge bitch. If it got around, guys would think I was a submissive whore and feel they could do anything they wanted to me. No way was I letting that happen.

I let them call the shots for months.  I had a reputation to uphold, plus their parents paid me very well. In hindsight, I think it is because they knew their older offspring were really Satan’s spawn. The day I got fired, I remember clearly. The twisted sister had my hands tied behind my back and was wearing a strap-on. She was skull fucking me, while her brother was fucking me in the ass. The little brat was tied in a chair being forced to watch.  Their parents walked in on the show. They were quite livid. But with me. I was the one tied up being assaulted by their devil brats, but I was the one that got in trouble. The mother slapped my face, called me every name in the book and fired me. Didn’t even pay me. They still contended I was the bad influence even after the little brat said it was all his siblings fault.

Those evil twins eventually killed a schoolmate, so I guess it was a good thing I got fired. I got out with my life and unscathed, just humiliated. Their parents are still in denial over just how sick their offspring were. Not sure what ever happened to the brat. But I do know this, I started studying my ass off so I could get into college and never have to babysit again in my life.

Spanking Phone Sex with Tabitha: Still Sore

Kevin was an old client, he’s been around ever since I was a little girl. The first time he saw me he became obsessed and Daddy loves it. To keep him with the company all I have to do is visit Kevin every once in awhile. If I have plans when Kevin wants me, I cancel them like I did last night. I wanted to go out with my friends, but pleasing Daddy always comes first.
Once I was at Kevin’s he seemed different, almost angry. Apparently, he’d been watching me. He said he’d seen the way I’ve been dressing lately, how I’ve been flirting with boys, and other things he didn’t like. He tore off my clothes while he told me told what a dirty whore I’ve been, then he threw me face down onto his bed. It made me a little nervous, but I didn’t show it. Not even when he started to tie my ankles and wrists to his bed post with rope which was something he’d never done before.
The rope was tied so tightly that even the slightest struggle caused it to dig into my skin. It only hurt a little, so I didn’t complain. Kevin suddenly pulled my pants down and peeled my panties off until they both rested at my knees. Even though I was sort of scared, my cunny was starting to get wet and Kevin noticed that when he reached between my thighs. That upset him even more, but he said he wasn’t surprised. A nasty slut like me is always ready and waiting to get fucked. Then, he leaned down and whispered in my ear to tell me that this time I wasn’t getting I want. Kevin made sure to give me the punishment that I deserved, he said that’s the only way dirty bitches like me ever learn. The welts he left on my thighs and ass were a reminder of what happens to naughty little girls.


It started with just a few light spanks, but they got harder and harder each time. Kevin slapped my already sore cheeks in the same spots over and over again too until I begged him to stop. He didn’t, it only got worse. When I heard him unbuckle his belt I tried to escape, but it was hopeless. All it did was make Kevin laugh and he continued to laugh while he beat my tender red ass with his leather belt. The tears running down my face didn’t phase him or slow him down. It wasn’t over until every inch of my ass was covered with welts and bruises, but that still wasn’t enough to satisfy him. After Kevin released me from the rope, he rolled me onto my back and spread my legs wide. Then, he ran his fingers gently against the inside of my thighs. I thought it was over until he leaned down and whispered in my ear; “Missed a spot”. He grabbed his belt off the nightstand next to his bed and rubbed against my thighs. I cried and begged him to let me go-I knew it wouldn’t work, I just hoped. Eventually sent me home, but only after the inside of my thighs got the same treatment as my poor aching ass. By the time my punishment was over I was too sore to move.

Kevin saw how difficult it was for me to walk and offered to give me a ride home. Neither of us said a word to each other for the entire ride. He didn’t put any music on either because he said he wanted to listen me to cry. Once we reached my house, the pain was even worse and I couldn’t move at all without screaming. As much as Kevin enjoyed watching me suffer eventually he picked me up and carried me to by bed. He even tucked me in and said goodnight before he left the room.

Going Down The Rabbit Hole

Some times Delilah brings home her little wards. She knows that here she can torment them as she pleases and no one says anything to her.
And then there are times when things take a turn that not even I could have predicted.
This week end was one such time.
Delilah came in the door with her ward in tow. A girl that was a little older then her normal charges, limping with a brace on her leg and dressed like Alice in Wonderland.
It was an interesting sight indeed.
One of our Sugar Daddies happened to be visiting and I couldn’t believe the look he gave this pretty young thing. I looked down and his dick was hard as a rock. I knew he wanted her and so did Delila.
Ever the hustler Delilah took our Sugar Daddy a side and worked out a deal.
She gave her ward a cup of tea, that I am sure was laced with some thing, and told her that our Sugar Daddy was the Mad Hatter and was about to take a trip down her rabbit hole. When I saw her grab her strap-on I knew he wouldn’t be the only one taking a trip down that rabbit hole.
The rest was history.
I don’t know what Delilah got out of the deal but I know our Sugar Daddy was pleased with what he got.

The Sting of Pleasure

I know I have been a very naughty girl by seducing and being a cock tease.  Daddy said what I need is a good spanking session to cure me of my bad acts.  I can confess to you  that I love a good old fashioned spanking.  Daddy says my punishment should fit the crime and spanking for obedience keeps me in line.

 You stand there with a paddle in your hand stating I’m going to get what I deserve.  I pull up my skirt for you and straddle over your knees.  You make me assume the position where you can get good leverage and give me good hard spanking!  I will try not to squirm or cringe too much as you slap my voluptuous ass cheeks with your hard oak paddles.  I cover my ears but  I  still hear the crisp smack of my flesh getting slapped.  It seems to go on for hours.  You pause in between swats only to allow the stinging to subside before resuming again.  I hear you let out a sigh, and brush powder on your hands and I smell the sweet aroma.  I look at you in despair and ask,  you mean you are going to use your hand instead.

The rush comes over me the torture is profound but I can’t wait too much longer for you to have your way with my sweet ass.  I can only hope you punish me  hard for all my nasty bad acts. Please don’t make it to pink and sore!

Now I know what your thinking why do I have so much experience and love doing an erotic role play?  Because I’m a nasty bad girl and I love where after I receive my punishment and can turn the tables and spank you.  So don’t hesitate pick up that phone and let’s get this party started.