Easter Egg Cunt Phone Sex

Easter Egg Cunt Phone Sex

~ For those who have a taste for the perverse ~

Yeah, that’s right my sweet bitches, it says Easter egg cunt phone sex and you little minions of mine best be hopping to it like good little bunnies. Your Mistress Arianna has summoned all of you to drink the blood of, well, my menstrual blood will do just fine, and I’ll be wanting you to eat the flesh of, Uuhhh, o.k., I guess you be my toilets then. You can eat whatever the hell I tell you to eat and you will pay me very handsomely for the privilege of being degraded by myself and possibly others of my choosing. Easter, yeah, yeah, yeah, some sky fairy’s faggot kid got stapled to a tree and you all go bananas. *laughs sarcastically* Those of you who I have chosen to be allowed in my dark inner circle of degradation, exploitation, and no limits domination by your’s truly, will be nothing more than my filthy finger puppets.

Whether it’s my middle finger that you’ll be anally skewered on or a big solid cock from one of my very well hung bull-lovers, or my strap-on, you will dance under the waning full moon for me. Devil worship will be more like Mistress Arianna worship where I’m involved. You will kneel when and where I tell you to for your whippings, ass rapings, or for your feeding of any or all of my bodily wastes, my silly bitch-boys and bitch-girls. I will be your pez-shit dispenser as I lean forward slightly and squeeze the nastiest, chocolaty Easter treats straight into your enslaved mouths, if I catch a whim to do so. Are you cretins starting to understand how the title Easter egg cunt phone sex came into being? *smirks* If you want to taste my Easter treats, you sickest, most submissive and humiliated perverts better get in line and pick up your phones. You will very politely ask the lovely lady-dispatchers for Mistress Arianna when you are ready for a real Easter egg cunt. *grins darkly*

Evil Twisted Phone Sex

Evil Twisted Phone Sex

~ Come and get your chocolate Easter eggs, losers! ~

Hey, Easter bitches, are ya ready for some evil twisted phone sex fun? I’m Mistress Dolly, and I’m just fucked up enough to mess you up for life. Are ya in? You can meet me at my favourite play area, which is the old abandoned factory, so you can sign up for the most twisted, wicked, fucked up fun you could ever experience! Well, it’s almost Easter and I love force feeding my fuckups all kinds of sweet treats from out of my holes. If you like surprises, I’ll be your dominant confectionary dispenser, and you will eat everything I put on your plate or directly into your mouth. I know I’m a barely legal teen, but I’m far smarter than you’ll ever be and I’m wicked beyond anything you can comprehend. I like playing games where I insert things inside myself so I can feed you from whatever hole I squeeze it out of, but, there’s a catch. Sometimes what I put in my body goes in one end and comes out the other, into your loser mouths.

How’s that for evil twisted phone sex fun, fuckheads? *giggles maniacally* As you can see, I’m ready to push treats out from between my pretty round bum cheeks or out of my slippery smooth young snatch. Let’s see now, shall I make you inhale, drink, or eat my special Easter treats. Yeah, some faggot got nailed to a cross so I can dispense chocolate Easter eggs to my favourite slaves, and yeah, I can fart into a sick taboo girl’s mouth at least as easily as a guy’s mouth. If a girl is so stupid that she thinks she belongs on her knees beside you loser guys and be used as my human cum-dumpsters and toilets, good, then you deserve it. Happy fucking Easter, my evil twisted fuck-toys! *Grins sadistically*

Nasty Religious Blasphemy Phone Sex Neighbor

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Its your nasty neighbor, Annaliese! I have this burning, sexual, need to confess all my religious blasphemy phone sex secrets! Last week, my cunt practically sprayed the gravel of my driveway when I told Billy Clausen that his daddy “secretly wishes he could suck Satan’s huge cock”. You see the Clausen’s are very Christian. To the point of trying to convert their whole street. I fucking find it highly intolerable so I have taken to whispering nasty shit into the ear of their delightfully, dumb, son. I am sure he runs back and tells his equally dumb parents what I told him too. I just walk away, grinning from ear to ear ,while my cunt drips. Did I mention what a dirty, fucking, bitch I am? Well, if you haven’t caught up to speed yet, pervert then let me fill you in on what this nasty, clever, cunt did last weekend?

In the centre of my city stands a Roman Catholic Church. Well, I have a friend who knew the priest of that parish when he was much younger. Apparently Father Fuck Face likes to get kinky. Or at least he use to. I say a nasty boy doesn’t change his spots just because he has put a collar on. I decided I was going to seduce him and make him do unspeakably dirty things to this nasty bitch in heat. I love fucking things I shouldn’t. Its the added kink sauce to my nasty fuck festival. I can create all kinds of head games with myself while a padre’s cock is in my hole. Am I a nun or a catholic school girl? Or maybe I am a tight assed altar boy. ;) Or maybe I am a satanic vixen in heat and he is my play thing. Whatever it is its screwed up.

So, anyways, I start going to this church and I am going in the most scrumptiously, scandalous, dresses, ever! No need for a bra. I knew, from my friend, that my Priest is a titty man. So I let my round jugs bouncy freely and my legs open up during his mass. The first time, while sitting in the first pew, I opened up my long legs I thought he was going to swallow his own tongue! Surely, he knew this was pure blasphemy and yet not once did he take me to task. Instead I would catch him following me around town and casting long, heated,  glances at me as I left his church each sunday.  I would run home, after mass and fuck my cunt with my dildo..I was just waiting for my day and it was coming soon. This religious blasphemy phone sex slut was going to fuck a priest!

Finally, he shows up on my porch. Looking a little lost and a lot uncomfortable. I invite him in and from there I get into his pants and out of mine.  Its like this really fucked up thing but his cock IS fucking huge. Nasty neighbor, Annalise is no no fool.  I decided I wanted this hard-bodied, jizz, machine IN me. He fucked my ass and pussy all afternoon long. We got in the shower and peed on each other, tied each other up and blasphemed right through to bedtime! He even made me give confession while he pop his huge cock-head into my tight ass. Oh, my fuck, he is good at fucking. It pays to be a dirty slut. It really does.

Sick Snuff Phone Sex

Sick Snuff Phone Sex

~ If you trust me, you might have a death wish ~

Sometimes when I’m all by myself in the house and it’s all quiet, I like to lay down in my bed and become the evilest Mistress Brittany I can be. There are no rules except my rules. I want to experience a sick snuff phone sex fantasy, or a reality maybe. Who knows? I like guys, but sometimes I like schoolgirls, the kind that look at me and think I can do nothing wrong. They want my approval at any and all costs. I can get off sexually with women or barely legal girls, I know that, but I want a girl I can treat like a bug under a magnifying glass. I want to be able to pin her down and order her not to move or resist me in any way. I want to sit or straddle her stomach as she lays back on my bed underneath me and waits.

I look down at her and into her eyes, and I ask her if she would suffer for me. Of course she’s cute and dainty, and all submissive with me, and she whispers, “Yes, Mistress Brittany, you can do anything you want no matter how horribly I beg you to stop.” My fingers unconsciously glide down to my soaking wet pantie crotch and start fingering my slit through the sheer fabric. I imagine her looking up at me as I pull the soft frosted vinyl hood over her head. and zip it on behind her head before I clamp her pretty vinyl encased head in my hands. She hardly even noticed me slipping the soft but durable dirty nylon nooses tied to the corners of the bed, and around her wrists and ankles before I tugged the vinyl fetish, breath-play hood down over her head. Now my trusting playmate is bound and she can struggle under my weight all she wants, but the stretchy soft nylons hold her in that inescapable spread-eagled position on my bed beneath me. By now her nipples had hardened under the touch of my thumbs and fingers. I squeezed, pinched, and pulled those hard pink nipples between my French manicured nails until I got the whimpering and keening that I desired from her. Sick snuff phone sex has now become one of the easiest things I could ever do to my bound girl playmate under me. A little evil, a little extreme. *bats her eyelashes coyly*

She already knows not to speak until spoken to, because I whispered it into her ear after I zipped that warm, humid vinyl hood over her head, that I want complete cooperation or I’d make her regret it. I think she believed me, and all I could hear in the empty house was her ragged breathing inside that cruel fogged up vinyl hood with the two small nose-holes. My French manicured fingers looked so pretty as they wrapped around her slender vinyl encased throat while my thumb and forefingers of my other hand pinched her nose-holes shut. I counted off about 40 seconds and then I got got my reward when she suddenly started bucking and thrashing underneath me. Finally I let go and that hood puffed in and out as she sucked all the lifesaving oxygen she could through the open nostril-holes again. I whispered into her ear, through the vinyl, and asked her if she still wanted me to do anything I wanted with her at all, and she horsely whispered through the hood, “Yes, Mistress Brittany.” At that moment I gushed a torrent of creamy cum all over her stomach through my sopping wet panties. *shivers* Sick snuff phone sex!!! I wanna do it!!! Call me, you submissive guys or girls, right now! *giggles mischievously*

A Dirty Evil Dare Phone Sex

Dirty Evil Dare Phone Sex

~ I dare you! ~

A dirty evil dare phone sex is the best way I know how to describe it. *smirks guiltily* Well, I am financially dominant, Mistress Layla, and for those who know me, you guys and girls all know how fucked you are if you’re in my hands. You all know how much I hate rules, unless I made them, and I can change them any time I like. So, get used to it if you want to play with me. You see, there are quite a few men and some women out there who make a lot of money, and if they haven’t been up to making to big money for too long, they want to show it off. *sneers* That’s where I come in I guess. Lawyers I have found to be the worst for their big flashy egos, and I love fucking them up and getting some of that money myself. Two words, black and mail. Yeahhhhh, now you’re catching up with me. *claps sarcastically*

I know I’m sexy, and the best way to let me know that is through your bank accounts, all you big spenders. I will video-record everything we do together in my dungeon like play space, this way black-mail will be totally realistic with us when I want you to go that extra mile for me. You know, like you heterosexual men or women who don’t want to be used in forced-bi fantasies, or made to pray to me as your God/dess, or for me to use you as sick, taboo toilets. You know exactly who you are since you’ve already been used as my watersports and full extreme toilets, and you’re waiting for a chance to be pushed through all of that again by me. Of course it almost always starts out as a dirty evil dare phone sex taunt, and then the fantasy starts turning into your realities. As you men and women with your great formal educations know, once you go real, you never go back. Call me, bitches.

Ball Sucking Blasphemous Phone Sex

Blasphemous Phone Sex

~ That’s it, suck my balls, you lowly perverts ~

Ball sucking blasphemous phone sex is a great way to dominate, humiliate, and train my bitchboys. I’m Mistress Sapphire, and I am the hottest, most irreverent shemale you will ever kneel before, you dirty boys and girls of smut. Bring your bibles along, because we know what great toilet paper the pages make, or rolling papers if you run out. *laughs mischievously* I want you slaves to get on your knees not only to worship me, but I do love a big buff, well hung man surrendering to me to the point that he’s got my balls swirling around in his mouth as he worships them orally. From behind, this places the kneeling man’s or girl’s face directly between my tight round ass cheeks and their noses right against my puckered little sphincter. Oh, and this way both of their hands are free for some premium cock milking, namely, mine. *smirks slyly*

I want to feel your ball sucking blasphemous phone sex mouths wrapped in worship around my nut sack, slaves. Your noses will be pressed so intimately against my pretty pink poop-hole and I may bless you with the nastiest, smelliest farts you’ll have ever smelled, because I am your new dark Goddess of degradation. You will also be used as a tongue bathing slave for my asshole as well as for my big cock plunging into your subservient mouths and down your spasming throats. It’ll be far too late for you homophobes to get away by the time you realize that this big fitted women in black fetish PVC is a shemale with bigger balls than any of you snivelling blasphemers will ever have. I’ll ride you in so many ways and all of them will be about my pumping and injecting your bodies full of my spunk. Your bellies will be gurgling with my sperm, and you will kneel so obediently before me, suckling on one of my sperm soaked fingers just like little broken house pets. *arches an eyebrow*

Sick Lesbian Priestess Phone Sex

Sick Lesbian Priestess Phone Sex

~ Go ahead and struggle, I like it! ~

I have no idea when she slipped the roofie into my drink, but I woke up at her place in her bedroom. Sick lesbian priestess phone sex hadn’t even entered my mind yet, until she whispered into my ear that she wanted to dominate and corrupt me completely. She was an amazon I was starting to notice, by the way her big beautifully manicured hands cupped my breasts more seductively than any man’s ever have. Still feeling woozy and disoriented from the roofies in my drink, I threw my head back as her hot breath puffed against my ear. The lounge I met this mysterious woman in wasn’t even in the yellow-pages, let alone the internet listings, I found out later. She referred to herself as Sybil, and I asked her why she didn’t just ask if I wanted to play with her. Her reply was that the struggle was the part she enjoyed the most.

I was just about to ask her another question when her hand came up and encircled my throat, squeezed it shut until my ears started buzzing loudly and I was losing consciousness. I came to, and her long fingers were still laced around my throat. She whispered into my ear from behind that she was going to gag me by packing my mouth very tightly and then taping clear packing tape around my mouth and the back of my head, making it impossible to spit out. We were still both wearing our elegant cocktail dresses, and Sybil threw me roughly back onto the bed, face down. She told me not to move if I didn’t want to feel the bite of her taser, and I believed her so I held still. After rummaging around in a closet behind me, Sybil kicked my legs apart and quickly tied nylons around my ankles and my wrists, stretching me out in a very vulnerable spread-eagle on her big bed. Now I was scared and I could feel the warm salty tears running down my cheeks and tickling my nose. I snuffled helplessly through the mouth-packing as Sybil announced that a sick lesbian priestess phone sex experiment was now in progress.

Sybil swaggered up to the side of the bed so I could see her big black rubber strap-on cock swaying pendulously from her hips. “This Priestess is about to take your anal virginity by ass raping you with 12 inches of cock that’ll never go soft”, she crooned into my ear as her hands slathered the lubricant up and down the veiny rubber shaft. I couldn’t help but grunt and buck under her weight as she started working that evil latex cock into my bum hole. I screamed and begged her not to slide all 12 inches inside me uselessly through the gagging packed so tightly into my mouth. She laughed into my ear and told me to pray to my new Priestess even as she slowly and completely sodomized and violated my over stretched rear opening.

I came to again, but this time I was back in the quiet lounge where Sybil and I met, but by myself. I looked up and I got a glimpse of a woman, a tall blond amazon in a red cocktail dress walking out the door. There were bite marks all over me and I was sitting in a puddle of slickness unknown by me, on the vinyl booth seat under my bottom. My panties were gone, and my face was pink and raw feeling where the clear packing tape was wrapped around it by this Sybil woman who seems to have never existed. Am I losing my mind??!! Sick lesbian priestess phone sex, did it happen or didn’t it?

Forced Intox And Forced Bi Phone Sex

Forced Intox And Forced Bi Phone Sex

~ After all these years you get to eat my shit ~

Forced intox and forced bi phone sex were how I broke that bitch. I’m Mistress Devon, and she had made my schoolgirl life a living hell when I was in my early teens. I promised her that I’d be back and this time it would be her that paid would pay penance. Oh, she did. *her eyes glaze over* The old hag didn’t know it was me and she tried to brush me off until I told her that I was volunteering to raise funds for her church and I told her all she had to do was fill out a couple of forms in her rectory office. *grins slyly* I feigned having a dry throat and she offered me some tea since she was about to pour herself a cup. I coughed once more, distracting her as the tiny tablet tumbled into her tea. It didn’t take long before I had her up on her desk, clucking like a bitchy, twisted old hen.

I took her by the hand and told her to squat on the floor between my legs while I had a great big, taboo, noisy bowel movement on the toilet. She didn’t even know she was in a chemically induced state of mental bondage. My compact, discretely placed video camera recorded it all, including her happily opening her mouth wide so I could piss a golden shower right into it as I finished my business in the toilet. The only thing that the lens of my video camera missed was my face. Awww shucks. I was mildly surprised that I came so hard that I sprayed all over her laughing face. It was on the news later that night when the local police department received an anonymous envelope with the dvd in it, downtown. The police chief was also interested, as he also remembered a horrible childhood at the hands of that evil woman of the church. Poor Mother Maria went on a long sabbatical after the debacle that permanently ostracized her from all of her lifelong clerical peers. *laughs knowingly*

Forced intox and forced bi phone sex, such an abomination!!! *winks*

I Killed My Sunday School Teacher Phone Sex

I Killed My Sunday School Teacher Phone Sex

~ I think I mighta killed him. *grins* ~

I killed my Sunday School teacher phone sex, sweet. I love that fantasy, and to be honest, who says I haven’t killed the little twerp? I’m evil Mistress Dolly, and I like to play rough and as far as Jesus is concerned, he can rim my pretty tight bum hole. *grins impishly* Hey, dirty Sunday School blasphemers, where are you? I need barely legal boys and girls to hear how I handle pansy Sunday School teachers. What I do is I get them alone, after everyone’s gone and they’re the only ones left in their classroom. A dominant fetish girl like me likes hurting people, especially people who think they’re authorities over me because they believe in all that stupid sky-fairy shit, right? So, I never leave home without my mace or my trusty little taser and zip-ties. Once a Sunday School teacher’s thumbs are zip-tied together and behind them, they can’t do anything to protect themselves. TeeeHeeee!!!

I’d left the class early when I suggested that we all walk down the street to a nearby ice-cream parlour, and little fagboy teacher said no. I came back just as the last kid left, quietly closed the door behind me and locked it. I was leaning against the blackboard and asked Dennis if he liked ice-cream, and he looked up from his desk, startled that he wasn’t alone. He told me not to get any on the floor or on his desk as I sauntered over and sat myself down on the desk in front of him. I thought, “Awww, fuck it!!!” and told Dennis, the wimpy Sunday School teacher to shut the fuck up and eat my pussy while I finish my ice-cream cone. I plopped my pretty new black pumps up on the desk and swung my knees apart. Dennis shoved his chair back and stood before me, telling me I’d better leave or he’d call the police. This is when the “I killed my Sunday School teacher phone sex” idea popped into my head. *smirks slyly*

“Aawwww, Dennis, don’t treat an innocent fetish latex loving teen like me so badly, I’m just reaching out for guidance”, I cooed, and I sprayed the mace at him, watched him crash against the blackboard and fall to the floor. He was screaming as he covered his eyes with his hands. “Fuck, I thought!” Now I had to taze the little homo so I could shut him the hell up, and he was silenced by my taser as he bucked and twitched helplessly on the floor in front of me. I squatted in front of Dennis as drool swung back and forth from his grimacing mouth. I absent mindedly fingered my slippery little teen cunt as I nibbled on what was left of my ice-cream cone. I smiled as I noticed the downstairs lights where the Sunday School classes were, being turned off by someone thinking there was nobody down here anymore. Dennis and I were now alone in the church, in a downstairs classroom. “Wanna taste?”, I taunted Dennis as he started regaining his senses on the floor in front of me. He started yelling again, so I tazed him again and zip-tied his thumbs together behind him.

This time I squatted my pretty latex clad teen pussy right on Dennis’s upturned face once he stopped bucking and gurgling again, and I asked if he was ready to eat my wet young cunt out. Wow!!! He’s a stubborn little bastard, because he started yelling again. I lowered my rubber covered crotch over his face, muting him for good this time. I had one extra long zip-tie that was 20 inches long, so I quickly wrapped it around his neck and zipped it loosely in position. I lifted my rubbery sweet crotch from Dennis’s face and asked him for the last time, if he was going to worship my extremely hot juicy little cunt or was he willing to die for his sins. He said he’d rather die than lick my wet soggy snatch, so I tugged that zip-tie tighter and tighter around his throat until I felt him buck in panic underneath me. I stepped back and watched that little faggot strangle to death in front of me, while I licked the last of my ice-cream off of my latex gloved hands. I killed my Sunday School teacher phone sex ended up being true, so I quietly slipped out of that downstairs Sunday School classroom through a very handy fire exit and disappeared.

So, yeah, I read all about this mysterious homicide that happened at the little church in town, and there are no suspects yet. Strange, huh? *giggles hysterically*

Drink The Blood Of Christina Phone Sex

Drink The Blood Of Christina Phone Sex

~ Give yourselves to me and I’ll consume you ~

You will kneel before me and pray in earnest, for the ultimate surrender to me. Drink the blood of Christina phone sex is for those who truly recognize myself as your saviour. *smiles empirically* It’s that time again, and even as you enter my parlour of blasphemous degradation you know that the flow has begun. It’s rich, full pungency emanating throughout the parlour will have you squirming like a rutting wild animal, as you’ll know what’s coming. I may or may not have you bound while you drink of crimson fount of my holiness. If I have chosen to put a man or woman into bondage, that usually means you will be fed the blood and the dark manna of my perfect body. You will pray and worship in my presence with the knowledge that Goddess worship towards me is essential to your worthiness at my feet.

You’re being bound while you’re in a kneeling position on the cold hard floor before me, your Goddess, may have me squatting in front of you so I can reach forward, lacing my long perfectly manicured fingers around your neck. My hands and thumbs will wrap around your throat so I can place the thumb-pads on either side of your larynx and squeeze. I will command you to pray to me as I slowly squeeze tighter and tighter, until your voice becomes raspy and finally garbled so that the demons inside you will be heard. Of course I’ll laugh at you and your orders to continue to pray to me no matter how hard I squeeze or how much pain you suffer through. Drink the blood of Christina phone sex is not for the faint of heart. Of course you will be made to play my games, games that you can never win. The privilege of being allowed to drink and swallow my holy bodily wastes is never to be taken lightly.