Toilet Phone Sex Mistress

Hello all you eager fuck-wads, it’s Mistress Kora. Your elitist, cock control queen. I’m ready to take you down a dark route into my dungeon’s bathroom with toilet phone sex. You won’t be able to do anything but serve with your mouth. That’s right. I want you to be my personal urinal. I never want to have to sit on a cold toilet seat ever again with you around. I won’t have to, will I? Hmm.

toilet phone sex mistress
Oh, don’t act like you’ve never wondered about how a beautiful woman’s piss might taste like. You know you’ve thought about it. I’m going to make sure you confess all your filthy little fucked up bathroom secrets to me. You’ll be mine to use, degrade, abuse and then discard If I see fit. There’s something so beautiful about using a male slave in such a dirty manner. I’m going to use your tongue just like toilet paper, so you might as well get used to it with toilet phone sex.

In fact, you’re going to worship my entire body with your tongue. My cunt, my ass… feet and legs. You’ll do it all and be so very eager. If I decide to use you as my fuck rag cum dumpster, you’ll eat up all my juicy cream pies, too. There’s no escape. You’re here for me for an amount of time, so you might as well embrace the fact that I’m going to use you for whatever I deem you good for.

You wouldn’t want the divine drippings from any of my holes to go to waste, would you? That’s right bathroom bitch boy, clean every inch of me, you toilet phone sex whore. I am your controlling Mistress. And I enjoy humiliating you in the most special of ways. You have to be willing to do more for me than any other little slave fuck toy ever has before. Slurp it all up, bathroom whore and then I’ll think of giving you a reward.

Call and ask for Kora to receive proper use.

Sissy Fag Training Phone Sex with BBC

sissy fag training phone sex bbc
What a great weekend. My ex boyfriend called me on Thursday and asked if we could meet up. I told him he had to wear an old pink thong that I left at his place, along with jeans and a small t-shirt. He complained at first, but I told him that would be the only way he would get to see me was with sissy fag training phone sex.

We met at my favorite sushi place. When we got there I purposefully requested we sit at the sushi bar. His panties rode up on him and the whale tail was exposed over his jeans. I loved noticing the looks of other customers when they passed by. Every time someone noticed I would tell him, “There’s another person that knows you’re a sissy.” His discomfort was very hot.

At one point he asked if I would consider fucking him again and I said, “Sure, but I didn’t really tell him what it was more along the lines of sissy fag training phone sex with big black cock. I let him take me back to his place, where he fed me drinks until I was drunk enough to be as mean as I wanted.

I then told him to strip out of his boring man clothing and stand in front of me. He did it, but couldn’t make eye contact with me. I asked him if he was ready to fuck in his panties and he told me he couldn’t get hard like that. So I made him sit next to me on the couch and watch some BBC porn. As we did so, the sight of those huge black dicks made me really horny. “Your cock doesn’t compare to those real man dicks, you know that?” I asked him. He responded slowly that he knew. I had him sit on the fat end of the couch and told him that in his panties he was more woman than man and that because of this, he needed to start masturbating like a sissified girl. He rubbed his cock over the panties for 20 minutes while I told him about the black cocks I had fucked. I even told him about Sean, the black guy I had over while we were dating, and how he had fucked me bareback 20 minutes before my ex had got home on his birthday. He had no idea that he was already my personal sissy fag training phone sex cuckold. I told him that he had 10 minutes to get fully hard watching black cock videos, and if he could, I would fuck him. It was so much fun to watch him struggle. Every time he would look at my body or away from the screen, I would force him to look back at those black cocks. As we’re getting close to the twenty minutes and he was sweating, I told him it was okay. I would fuck him anyway.

He looked so relieved, I felt giddy with excitement.

He started to take his panties off and I was like, “Oh no, that’s not how this relationship works anymore. Get on your back, you fucking pussy.” He almost left but I reminded him how badly he wanted to eat my pussy and suck on my breasts. He laid back on the couch with a huff ready to become my sissy fag training phone sex bitch.

Since you were really always useless, I tell him, “We’re gonna do a new kind of fucking. We’re gonna do something where my happiness doesn’t depend on his ability to stay hard or have any fucking stamina. “I’m gonna fuck your pussy with my cock.” This is the only way he can have any contact with me. I could see he thought about it for a second but then said “Okay” very quietly.

He got on his back and spread his legs. I put two fingers into his mouth and told him to suck on them like they were a cock. As he sucked on my index and middle finger, I told him that this was just the beginning of his forced feminization and cock sucking training. If he wanted to be with me, we were going to start off in this new relationship. He would be my sissy pussy slave and I would be his black cock pimp. And we were starting his training now. With that, I took my 2 fingers out of his mouth and said, “Now beg me to finger you.” He started with a boring, “Please finger me.” Then moved to a “finger my sissy hole,” but I teased him until he finally said, “please stretch out my pussy so I can serve cock for you.” I teased it for a bit until I could feel him bucking his hips, trying to take my fingers inside. As I entered, I asked him if he knew what our next steps were. “Am I going to have to suck cock?” He asked. “Among many other things, yes you are, you horrible slut.” I fingered him for 40 minutes, telling him about the various men I knew in town who would soon be his masters, telling him about their cock sizes and how they fucked me better than he ever did. I held up my phone and showed him Sean’s big, black, uncircumcised dick in some pics and videos we had taken during my ex’s birthday weekend. “I’m going to make you Sean’s girlfriend now. Do you understand?” He was so horny and out of control that he agreed to be a forced sissy fag phone sex bitch boi. “Whore me out to him, please”, my ex begged. He was ready to blow and fucking my finger like it was already a real cock. “Does my little faggot want a release?” I asked him. “Only through anal.” That’s the only way you get to cum now. Do you understand?” He was sweating and bucking his hips up and down on my finger. I was already thinking about the next steps. To be fair, I did touch his cock a little when he was close. He came (not a lot) in big shudders and grinded on my finger. It was buried all the was inside his pussy. With my left hand I caught the jizz spilling out his cock and smeared it all over his face like my personal little facial faggot fuck rag.

“Okay, slave. Fun time is over. Drive home just like that and send me a thank you face time call when you get home. If your not still covered in your drying jizz, don’t call me ever again.”

“Yes, daddy,” he said, hurriedly adjusting his panties and running out the door. I knew he would call when he got home.

Humiliation Phone Sex Goddess Janelle

Hey loser masturbator. It’s me your meanest Queen, Janelle. In fact, “Mean Queen Janelle” is a fine title for blonde haired and blue eyed perfection. You’re just a miserable little jerk-off boy without a purpose. My humiliation phone sex will give you a purpose. You’ll be my amusement. I’m wicked and verbally abusive, but it still makes your cock hard.

humiliation phone sex blonde goddess
It doesn’t really matter what you’re in the mood to be degraded for. I love it all. SPH, race, age, spousal, height, religion. You’re all inferior and I’ll find away to exploit your weakness or insecurities. Think you’re ready to be my punching bag? I can remember the very first time a blonde Goddess like me encountered a little dick loser.
He took me out for a shitty dinner date and rambled on about his dietary restrictions. Like I give a fraction of a fuck. Part of me wanted to stuff a little bit of whatever he was allergic to into his face and watched what happened like some evil scientist in a laboratory. Oh, how wicked humiliation phone sex can really become with me. I noticed there wasn’t much to the bulge in his pants and that should’ve been really telling… I was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt. Maybe he had some magical growth ability that would be glorious to watch.
When we got back to his car, I started kissing him and rubbing his crotch. I felt a little something getting hard and grabbed for it. Look at me. It shouldn’t be this hard to get a cock stiff. I do it all the time with just a flip of my hair, smile or the sway of my hips.
What a pussy. I unzipped his pants and reached inside. Once I felt his tiny penis in my grasp I released it, laughed and hit the overhead light. It was all I could do to keep from snorting. It was so fucking small. This SPH humiliation phone sex loser was not even good for a fuck!
I laughed at him, took a picture with my phone before requesting an Uber.

Goodbye, loser. You’re useless and can never properly fuck a woman.