Church Confessions Phone Sex

Church Confessions Phone Sex

~ I confess and I swallow ~

I didn’t know I was going to end up being a barely legal, 18teen year old schoolgirl, Mistress Piper, to Father O’Brian. It began with a church confessions phone sex remark that I made to Father O’Brian while I was in the booth. I could hear him panting suddenly, and he verbally chastised me, and then there was a rustling sound as he fidgeted around in his side of the booth. I asked him if he would rather we go to his rectory office where I could confess in more detail, my sinful phone sex livelihood. I giggled as I heard him scrabble out of the booth, and I followed him as we headed to his office. He was very tall and old enough to be my grandpa, easily. He belched softly behind his hand, gave me a lecherous look, and quickly locked the old panelled door behind us. My hand brushed against the folds of his black robe. *bats her long eyelashes*

Father O’Brian sat down in a big old leather wing chair, lifted his heavy black robe, and beckoned me foreword. “Pray with me”, he said, and I sank to my knees as he lowered the heavy fabric back down over me. It didn’t take long for me to realize he was completely naked underneath, when his mushroom headed cock thumped against my chin. I knew exactly what I needed to do during this church confessions phone sex experience if I was going to get Father’s blessing for my new phone sex career. He might be old, but his big long fingered hands clasped my head in position and waited for me to wrap my lips around his dominant holiness. I felt humiliated, yet my pussy betrayed me completely and squirted all over the ancient carpet underneath me. I choked, retched, and gagged, as he pulled my sinful teen head up and down until I knew his cock made it’s way deep, deep, inside my spazming throat.

I had no choice but to swallow. It was over just as suddenly as it started, and Father O’Brian whispered into my ear before I left, that we would start my private catechism classes next week, if I was still interested. What do you dirty guys think? *winks*

Devil Worship Phone Sex

Devil Worship Phone Sex

~ Go ahead and suck my bloody lollipop ~

What a great time I had with a Devil worship phone sex and a very kinky young couple. I’m dominant shemale Mistress Rosalind, and I like mixing it up, a lot. They were so innocent that I just had to see what I could do with them. Amber and Tim were the cutest, most inquisitive couple I’ve met in quite awhile, so I decided to just play with them and not financially dominate them like I do with most couples. We got out of our clothes and then it suddenly dawned on me that this pair of young lovebirds still hadn’t figured out that I’m a shemale, or they weren’t letting on. You shoulda seen their wide-open eyes when they finally saw my meat hanging pendulously between my smooth thighs! *giggles wantonly* Amber kept warning me that I might not want much to do with her because she was having her period, and Tim just kind of hung back waiting for instructions. The first thing I did was place black opaque contact lenses on their eyes, effectively blindfolding them.

They giggled nervously as I squeezed pairs of handcuffs on their wrists and ankles, winding them through each other behind their backs. Now it was time for a bit of Devil worship phone sex, now that I had this sweet young couple bound all helplessly on the floor in front of me, and the contact-lenses blinded them completely. They were so helpless that I couldn’t help but approach Amber and immediately sink my hard cock right into her soupy, bloody, pussy. It squished and bubbled as I sensually pistoned my dirty cock-rod in and out of her cunt while Tim sat there listening so helplessly. Poor Amber, she exploded all over my menstrual-blood drenched prick and I decided to pull out so I could finish myself off inside Tim’s gaping mouth. My devilishly shiny red cock was worshiped, by the way. Oohhhh, that young man’s lips wrapped so blindly and obediently around my surging shaft as Amber lay there, still bound and still panting from her orgasming on my cock.

My little red devil exploded inside Tim’s mouth and I softly told him that if he was going to be a proper Devil worshiper that he’d better swallow my entire load. He did, and later his wife did when I came again, as I wanted to make sure they both got a taste of her menstrual blood coated tranny cock, not to mention my tranny spunk. *grins*

Priestess Phone Sex

Priestess Phone Sex

~ Why are you not on your knees? ~

Who are you lovers of religious blasphemy freaks praying to these days? Priestess phone sex may be the solution, and if you’re going to surrender fully, I’ll be your Priestess Annaliese. You will pray sincerely and you’ll create your own prayers that are dedicated to me. Of course you’ll be on your knees for me, and you’ll place yourself on your knees for anyone else I want you to, because prayer isn’t the only kind of oral servitude there is. *grins slyly* MmmmMm! This corrupt Priestess gets so much satisfaction from breaking her subjects to her whim. When I have you at my feet you will dispense with any other silly and superficial sky-gods you may claim to worship, as I will be who you worship from now on. I’ll slide an elegant French manicured finger under your chin when you’ve finished reciting your last pray, lift your face upwards so that you may revel in my beauty.

Depending on my mood of the day, I may slap you in the face so hard that your ears will ring for an hour afterwords, and you will beg me to forgive you if it caused my hand any uncomfortable pain. *smiles slightly* I may have other worshipers around while you’re worshiping me, and I may have you service them orally in front of me, on a whim or as part of the ceremony. Male and female worshipers are plentiful as my Priestess phone sex slaves, and I may have you service any of them sexually as well as for blasphemous reasons. I may decide that your best station in life would be as a toilet to others, so whether you’re bi curious or if I’ve used forced bi as a training or punishment session, I may also have them use you as their full toilets while I allow myself to be amused at your degradation and suffering. *smirks darkly*

Squirting And Repenting Phone Sex

Repenting Phone Sex

~ Yeaahhh, that’s it, lick it all off ~

Yeaahhhh, that’s it, squirting and repenting phone sex. I love it when my disgusting, but wealthy losers donate to the church of Mistress Layla. One of my favorite things is having a dirty pig jacking himself off for me so he can lick up his own spunk, while I stand over him and laugh at how depraved he or she is. Oh, trust me when I say this, that I have taught my submissive, bi curious and forced bi, slutty girls, how to squirt their pussy juices all over, just like men squirt. Of course they get to lick and suck up their juices for me just like the guys do. *smirks superiorly* The feel of a man or woman’s tongue dragging across my feet while I’m still wearing my fetish high-heels is sublime. The creamy mess splattered all over my sweaty, salty feet and all over the leather straps of my shoes gives them a challenging oral clean-up exercise to do while I enjoy a glass of wine.

Of course I’m superior, I may not be a mother, but I am superior and you who I chose to, will crawl just like spineless snakes, on your bellies, across the floor in order to experience the privilege of squirting and repenting phone sex when you’re worshiping your Mistress Layla. There’s little I love more than having a pretty young woman in her pretty, rumpled summer dress, kneeling with her silky long hair dragging through their own mess on the floor and my feet, as the lick it all up for me. I insist on complete clean-ups or I’ll apply pressure with my other foot until I have their faces pressed flat against my foot and into the creamy splattered juices that I’ve had them deposit all over my own feet and the floor. Cum one, cum all, as long as it’s on your knees while I’m lording over you, silly losers. *grins darkly*

Cuckold Humiliation Phone Sex

Cuckold Humiliation Phone Sex

~ Fresh cream pies from my crotch ~

It was so easy to get him, take him, and through a quick marriage, turn him into my cuckold humiliation phone sex fag. I got what I wanted out of him, money, lot’s of it. I’ll never have to work again, and he’s constantly trying to impress me with his complete submission and enslavement to me, his Goddess Mistress. I come and go as I please and I’ve gotten him to sign everything he owns over to me. I’m his new religion now, and he can’t seem to get enough humiliation and abuse out of me, so what else can I do but try to keep him humiliated just like a good bride ought to, right? *grins evilly* I get a lot of sex, and mostly well hung and good looking men are the objects of my desire as I am theirs. I hate condoms on mens’ cocks, so it’s bareback or nothing where I’m concerned.

A new game I’ve gotten into lately is tormenting my hubby when I get home late at night, from my favourite nightclubs, partying and getting fucked by my latest lovers. Well, it kind of goes without saying that they pump me so full of spunk all night long that by the time I get home, sperm’s seeping and oozing out of my well fucked pussy and poop-hole. As a responsible cuckold humiliation phone sex dominant Mistress, I make sure I have saved lots of cream-pies to feed my humiliated husband when I get home. I finally start to unwind after yet another night of drinking, dancing, partying, and of course fucking, but my jizz filled holes start flowing through my tiny little silk panties and even through the crotch of my designer jeans.

Now I reward my loyal, stay-at-home house husband cuckold by allowing him to crawl up to me while I’m laying on the living room ottoman, on my stomach. As you can see, all I have to do now is spread my legs a little further apart so my pathetic cuckold can crawl in and plant his mouth against the centre seam of the crotch of my jeans. Yup, you guessed it, guys. My nasty cream pies sputter, bubble, and fart right through the tight jeans material and into my submissive cuckold’s eager mouth. Yuummm, he’s such a good slave that my heart goes pitter-patter every time my humiliated cuckold phone sex hubby sucks all those creamy treats out of me, through the crotch of my jeans. Next, I have him draw me a a hot luxurious bubble bath while I sensually nurse a drink and revel in my life of ease. *blows soft kisses*

Goddess Worship Phone Sex

 

Goddess Worship Phone Sex

~ I will consume you ~

 When Goddess Christina says pray to me, you will sink to your knees and pray. Goddess worship phone sex is a great tool for domination, humiliation, and training of my submissive finger puppets. The religious slant is just entertainment for me, fellow pervs, otherwise I’m Mistress Christine. As you can see, I am a Goddess that thrives on being worshiped and treated accordingly. I may want to have you present yourselves to me by crawling across the floor just like the sick serpents that you are. I may even reward you with the privilege of suckling on and licking of my beautifully exquisite feet while I peer condescendingly down at you. *smirks* I do step on bugs and I do step on my subjects if I feel you are not sincere in your worship towards me. Oh, I don’t want you to feel you’re off the hook, though, because as a cruel dominant Goddess, I love to punish.

I enjoy hand feeding my worshiping slaves, minions, submissive slaves, and all who know where they truly belong, which is at my feet. Goddess worship phone sex is about domination and humiliation in many different way. If you don’t break voluntarily I will break you myself, and that won’t be fun. You didn’t know that Goddesses like strapping down their errant subjects so that they can be whipped until they’re blubbering idiots, did you? We must not forget about punishment via my wide array of strap-on dildos that can be as large as 22 inches long and 4 inches in diameter. Put it this way, you will never want to or be able to wear light colored pants again, all because you have displeased your Goddess who was forced to rape you a new ass-hole. *bats her eyelashes* I didn’t think you’d care for that. Now, run along and get ready to revolve your lives around me, your new Goddess.

Bobbing For Bibles Sick Phone Sex

Sick Phone Sex

~ This floor is clean enough to eat my shit off of ~

I thought I’d give it a name, this twisted fantasy, so I call it bobbing for bibles sick phone sex. I’m Mistress Connie, and I love leading young Sunday school teachers astray. *smirks knowingly* I like to see how far I can go with these pathetic, oppressed religious people, and the last one was a Sunday school teacher who was really young. I would have felt silly being seen with him in public myself. I was oogling me at the church barbecue, so I thought I could have a little fun with the stupid little twerp. Turns out he’ll eat my shit if he thinks it’ll please me. *snorts* Sure, once he’s dumped a few collection plates worth of money into my account, yeah, of course I’ll be pleased to humiliate him. So, I got Mr. Bible-boy to leave the church barbecue and follow me to a sleazy motel just out of town where I like to play with my sickest, most depraved, submissive lovers of extreme fantasies.

There’s just something about church people that brings out the sadistic femdom in me, you know? I had my hands in bible-boy’s pants and I could feel him hardening and panting so heavily that I thought he was going to faint. I dragged him around the room, looped his belt around his neck and dominated him like a boss!!! *laughs mischievously* I told bible-guy that I had to go to the washroom, but I wanted to turn that into part of his training and humiliation by squeezing one off onto the floor for him to eat while I watched. I laughed as the name, bobbing for bibles sick phone sex popped into my mind. The motel had a few of those eensy-teensie little miniature bibles in their rooms, so I wiped my pretty perverted pooper with the pages and dropped the shredded little mini-bible onto the mess as well, telling Mr. Bibleman that he could eat the whole shitty mess for me if he didn’t want me to blow my rape whistle on him.

I’d explained to him earlier, that the 6-foot-6, 400 pound bad-assed biker, motel manager would be right next door to us while we played, and that he and I had an arrangement that as my accomplice, he’d come to the rescue if I ever had trouble with my clients. I can be such a bitch with guys like Mr.Bibleguy, but, hey, that’s my job. *winks*

Bad Company Phone Sex

Bad Company Phone Sex

~ I helped you pass your exams, so now you owe me! ~

That’s what they warned her, that bad company phone sex with me would turn their virgin daughters into a dirty little sinners. Of course Brenda’s religious parents were right. *smiles* I’m Mistress Piper, and I love girls just as much as I like boys, but girls that come from religious families always turn into a challenge for me. I like to see if I can turn them into sinful blasphemers like me. Well, that’s easy. First, I’m really smart in school and I always offer to help, tutor, them when they’re having trouble with their studies. *laughs hysterically* Religious people are so fucking stupid, and they believe everything I tell them when their virgin daughters bring me over to introduce me to them. I always turn on the charm and dazzle them, and I dazzle the pants off of their stupid daughters once I have them in my bedroom with me. By this time, I’ve usually got them good, if you know what I mean? *winks*

It never takes long to get my new playmates interested when I start showing off my sexy, skimpy, little outfits to them when we’re alone and away from prying eyes of over-watchful religious parents. Bad company phone sex with me is never discovered until it’s way too late to save their corrupted kids, they say, what I keep hearing. I try to time it just before big mid-term tests and exams, my helping these frustrated, cute schoolgirls, with their homework and studies. Once they safely passed all their exams with flying colors, thanks to me, I can convince them to let me play with them intimately. You know, hugging, fondling, groping, and fingering along with long soulful French kisses. Once I have my latest barely legal, lost, bible-studies girl this far, I can do pretty well anything I like with them, especially when I impress upon them that they can never get pregnant with me, no matter how deeply I fuck them with my newest strap-on dildos. Yeah, that would be called sick lesbian play. *smirks guiltily*

Blasphemy Nurse Phone Sex

Blasphemy Nurse Phone Sex

~ This may pinch a little…lolol ~

I’ll perform blasphemy nurse phone sex procedures on you dirty, sick, sinners. *laughs brightly* I’m Mistress Alyx, well, evil Nurse Alyx, when I’m getting ready to give you an injection that you’ll never forget. Syringes, needles, long sharp fingernails, and my stiletto heels will puncture your flesh so effortlessly and painfully, just because I like to see you suffer.  Oh, and I like hearing you cursing and filling the air with all that blasphemous swearing while I’m injecting you with horrible toxins and mysterious experimental chemicals. Forced intox, that’s what it’s called, and demonstrating to you that I have your life in the palms of my dominant, sadistic hands. Of course you’ll be an involuntary ward of my hospital of bondage. It’ll be injections or it’ll end up being ball-crushing and puncturing of your precious family jewels underneath my cruel, sharp, stiletto heels for you. *grins evilly* You know those bed-pans that they have here in the hospitals, they’re going to be your supper dishes while you’re in my care. *laughs madly*

I may want to use the blood-pressure cuff on you too, except I’ll be wrapping it around your throats instead of your arms. Well, guess what happens when I pump up that cuff while it’s wrapped around you neck, fools? Can you say strangulation?! Blasphemy nurse phone sex with me will have you switching your pathetic gods with me, your evil Priestess nurse, where you’ll be begging for your lives while I inject all kinds of fun chemicals into you. Meanwhile I’ll keep pumping up that blood-pressure-cuff around your throats. You’ll be breathless with awe at hoe efficient I am as a dominant nurse. Or dead, but not until I’m totally entertained and then bored with you in-patients. When you’re going out of my hospital, it’ll be horizontally. Of course you may worship me if you happen to be experiencing pleasure while I’m administering experimental drugs to you, if you survive my strangling arm-cuff.

Anti-religious Teachings Phone Sex

Anti-religious Teachings Phone Sex

~ I will never spare the rod ~

All of you pathetic boot licking minions of Christ will never go back to him once you’ve knelt before an anti-religious teaching phone sex Mistress of the dark. You will very quickly find yourselves on your knees before those of us who stand over you. Sadly, there are girls and women who crave being on their worshipful knees before us too, so we take you where you deserve to be, underfoot, exploited, and fully debased. You will offer to kiss our feet, and you will gladly accept hundreds of horribly painful and physically damaging lashes of our salt-water soaked canes, which are purpose made. Your scholastic studies will be about prayer and reverence once we femdoms have stripped you of all your finances and other worldly chattel. If you remain on your knees and keep your hands clasped together in prayer to us, every so often we may reach down and offer you our exquisite feminine hands to kiss, before we slap you in the face so hard that your ears ring for an hour. *sneers*

The feel of the smooth polished leather of our shoes will be comforting on your lips as you sink back down to floor level again, after your severe face slappings and canings. You will feel just like you did in your early school years when the occasional teacher would keep you after class for your due punishments, and she would have you bend over a desk so you could receive your strokes of penance with her heavy rubber and canvas school-strap. Anti-religious teachings phone sex femdom Mistresses have always been around, but we don’t feel we have to blow our horns like the religious ones do. We would rather let our actions speak for us than delivering nothing more than a bunch verbal religious diarrhoea. You will remember 50 lashes of a saltwater soaked bamboo cane a lot longer than some of those pathetic bible parables, you sinners. Of course you will be very severely punished when you are under our strict tutelage, but that’s because you know where you belong, don’t you?