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CBT Phone Sex with Mysti

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In my opinion, the best part about CBT phone sex is that it’s inherently customizable. By that, I mean that the Mistress in question can go as heavy or as light on the “torture” part of “cock and ball torture” as she pleases. If she’s playing with a painslut, she can ramp it up high. If she’s playing with someone who enjoys a little bit of sensation mixed in with their teasing and edging, she can go rather lighter if she wants. So if you’ve ever been intrigued by the idea of sensation and/or pain play in the genital area, but are turned off by extreme stuff, don’t despair. You, too, can enjoy CBT phone sex with me. Just let me know up front that you’re not a hardcore masochist, and I can take it (fairly) easy on you! I’m a sensual Domme at heart, you know.

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See, I’m not really one who’s into super-hardcore CBT play most of the time myself. Sure, I can go there with the right person, of course. But very wild ballbuting and CBT is not generally my thing, either. I prefer catering my CBT play to the comfort level of the person I’m playing with. Yes, I want to push your comfort level a little bit. (You never know what you’re capable of until you try, after all.) But I don’t want to break my toys, either. That’d be extremely stupid on my part. So if you’re curious about a little CBT mixed in with some cock control and edging, I think you and I can come to a fun and exciting agreement here. I’d love to show you what I know about different CBT techniques, both painful and simply sensation-based. And if you have any new ones you’d like to share with me, if you’ve already experienced some CBT in the past, then I’m all ears! Let’s mix CBT, edging, and maybe even a ruined orgasm (if you’re into that) and create some Halloween magic this October.

All you’ve gotta do is pick up your phone, dial 1-888-662-6482, and ask for me, Mysti. I hope to hear from you soon!

Bratty Phone Sex Princess Celeste

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So, listen, is it bratty to recognize my value and use my talents to make my own dreams come true? Is it arrogant to expect the lowly loser subby men who flock to me and waste my precious time and resources to fully compensate me for such loss of time and resources? Is it really so bratty to want you to fulfill my every demand and indulge me, as if you know I fucking deserve it? I am bratty phone sex princess Celeste, and you will bow down to me and spoil me.

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Welcome back to my world, where you will be nothing but an inferior puppet. I may appear to be an angel, but I assure you that I can be the most bratty, perverse, and brutal mistress with no compassion. Are you ready to prove to me that you can please such a mistress? There is no doubt in my mind that you have the potential to become the type of fan that is prepared to do everything and anything. You know, there’s nothing wrong with being a brat, like me. Sure, it might be difficult for people who don’t understand, but I see it as an opportunity to improve your game to bratty phone sex princess Celeste.

Surrender to the pleasure of being wrapped around my fingers, knowing that you are mine for as long as I want you. You’ve lusted for firm beautiful curves for so long that you can’t recall a moment when you didn’t experience the wonderful burn of want mixed with a touch of embarrassment and the sweet sting of humiliation.. You understand that pursuing a teasing little brat like me is a recipe for catastrophe, yet you can’t stop yourself.

Never say I didn’t warn you; this is actually my warning, so continue with caution. Once you enter my universe, you will never be able to leave because you will not want to. It’s time to give in and show the bratty phone sex princess that you belong under her thumb. Call 1-888-662-6482 and ask for Celeste.

Bimbofication Phone Sex with Harlow

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Oh my God, look at you. You’re the kind of slut who is perfect for bimbofication phone sex. You’re already a sissy, but now it’s time to help you transform into a nasty airhead whore whose only purpose in life is sex. You already love cock and being fucked, but I think you should admit to yourself that it’s ALL you love. You’ve been keeping up appearances and acting like you have other interests, but you don’t. Your entire life revolves around being dressed up and around cock. You don’t have to pretend when you’re talking to me. You can call me up and confess to me that all you want in your life is to be a sissy bimbo slut. I know that for some of you, it’s just a fantasy that you like to think about. But I’m looking for sissies who are ready to go all in with bimbofication.

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Are you ready to give up all of your free time and energy to becoming a sissy bimbo? If you used to watch sports, you don’t anymore. That time can be better spent improving yourself and making yourself a better bimbo. Instead of watching porn at home alone, go down to the adult bookstore and see how many cocks you can suck and be fucked by. Go to the local grocery store and ask men if you can help them with their meat. Go to the lingerie store and respectfully tell the girls there that you’re a bimbo and you need the sluttiest lingerie they have. All of those things are just the beginning, sissy. You’re going to be the naughtiest bimbofication phone sex slut out there and you’re going to be my creation. Are you ready? Get on the phone and give me a call at 1 888 662 6482 and ask for Harlow.

Pegging Phone Sex with Celeste

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I was a member of a kink club when I first realized how much fun it was to teach cuckolds to take large strapons. It was life-altering to see the changes in faces as the slut took his mistress’ enormous strapon cock. I immediately realized that I wanted to give other whores the same kind of happiness and liveliness! Since then, I’ve discovered that femdom pegging phone sex was more than just a pastime and that all guys should learn how to accept a huge cock. Strapon sex is a way of life for me! You’re in for a treat if you’ve never engaged in pegging phone sex.

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Between your ass and your balls is a beautiful gland called the prostate that men have. It can be used to turn you into a sweet slut who is ready to be used and filled. You will become addicted after having a good prostate massage and pegging phone sex for your ass. Your P-Spot turns into a small nub of pleasure and happiness, similar to a G-Spot. Even the most Alpha male can become a squirming little bitch when he is subjected to slow, gentle prostate milking with a large strapon cock. Give it a call and try it out! Lots of guys like getting pegged by an Asian cutie like me, so I have the experience. I can help you become the complete ass slut you secretly want to be, even if all you have the courage to do at the moment is softly rimming your own ass.

In addition to putting an experienced ass whore through their paces, I love showing new sluts how much fun and pleasure they can have with their adorable ass pussies. I promise you’ll have fun playing with me regardless of your level of experience. To show you how filthy and sexy you are, let’s try it doggy style, from behind, with a mirror in front of you. Or perhaps, like a bitch for me, on your back with your legs outstretched, keeping your own ass open for a long, deep fuck. Whatever you may desire or wish to try, call 1-888-662-6482 and ask for Celeste to put that ass to work with pegging phone sex!

Femdom Phone Sex with Harlow

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I bet you get really excited when you go online to find someone to call for a femdom phone sex session. Your cock gets hard when you start to imagine how mean your chosen Goddess is going to be. There really is nothing that makes me happier than being mean to men. Well, to those who think they are men. Self-proclaimed alpha males. Honey, if you have to shout it from the rooftops, then it’s probably not true. If you have to go on and on about how good you are in bed and how great the orgasms you give to women are, then you probably have never made a woman cum in your entire life. That’s the kind of situation that just begs for humiliation and degradation. It’s your lucky day, loser, because I LOVE humiliating men just like you. The ones who think they are the Universe’s gift to women.

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See, but here’s the thing. There are men out there who ARE alpha males. They don’t have to tell anyone about it. They just handle business in all aspects of their lives. But you? Oh honey, you aren’t ever going to be that kind of man and that’s why you have to pretend that you are. You’ll find all kinds of domination and humiliation waiting for you when you call me. I will laugh at how clueless you are. I will laugh at your small dick. I will laugh at the fact that you can’t get a girlfriend no matter how hard you try. Do you think you can convince me that you’re not a loser who deserves femdom phone sex? I don’t think you can, but it’s going to be really funny hearing you try. Grab your phone and dial 1 888 662 6482 and ask to talk to Harlow and be dominated beyond your wildest dreams.

Bratty Phone Sex with Celeste

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I’m a bratty phone sex Asian slut, and if I don’t get what I want I get pissed. Yesterday, my car broke down in the middle of the road! And you won’t believe what happened then. As I reclined in the passenger seat with my feet kicked up on the dashboard, I felt as if I had been waiting for hours. The mild wind kept pulling the bottom of my dress up my thighs. I wasn’t concerned about anyone noticing how hot it was, and I couldn’t care less. Lying there in the heat, listening to music, I quickly fell asleep. I was in the middle of what I expected to be a sexy dream. When I was awakened by the most horrible loud beeping noise.

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The tow truck driver had arrived and was backing up towards my car. I sat up, irritated, and above all, determined to complete that dream. First, I watched as the truck came within a foot of striking my vehicle. Who was the fool they sent me? Second, he exited the large tow truck, stepped to the trailer, pressed a button, and the truck bed descended. The sound was harsher than the backup beeping. It was like nails on a blackboard. I swung open the door, stepped out, and stopped my heels straight up to him. I’m ready to give him a piece of my spoiled bratty phone sex mind.

He came to look at me as I approached him. Even wearing heels, he stood over me. He looked me up and down as I peered at his grease-smudged face. I began to whine about how long I had been waiting. He raised his hand and yelled, “Shut up!” I froze in my steps, unable to comprehend who he thought he was to speak to me in such a way. Following that, I opened my lips to speak again. He cut me off and shouted, “I said shut up, and get your ass in the truck.” I simply stood there staring at him in disbelief. Then he made a big stride towards me, scooped me up, and slung me over his shoulder.

He hauled me to the front of the vehicle, opened the door, and kind of dumped my pampered bratty ass into the truck. I immediately positioned myself, sitting up in the seat and securing my dress in place. He glanced at me angrily as he reached down to insert his cock into his pants and grunted softly. Anger surged through me, and I opened my mouth to tell him what was on my mind. He roared at me, “Shut the fuck up, you brat.” He reached for me, grabbed my hair, and yanked me back towards him, pushing my face into the driver’s seat.

I looked up to see his cock staring me in the face. His hand yanked my head back, and his other hand pressed against my jaw, widening my mouth. He drove his large, wet cock into my mouth. Hard and deep, not allowing me to take a breath. I moaned loudly and my pussy got so wet as he pushed that massive cock hard into my mouth. He repeatedly banged my cute little mouth. I felt it swell and twitch, and he drew my face down into him. He cried “Take this, you spoiled brat.” As he stuffed me with so much cum that it ran out around his cock. He threw me back into the passenger seat, like a rag doll. His big cock, still dripping with come, hung there; he put it away and climbed into the vehicle, starting to drive. Call 1-888-662-6482 and ask for Celeste to have your own bratty phone sex slut to roughly face fuck.

Pegging Phone Sex with Spencer

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I’m Spencer and I love pegging phone sex. The first time I ever used a strap on, it was on my girlfriend when we were fooling around and experimenting with our sexuality. But then I was online one day surfing a porn site, and I saw that you could use strap ons with men. This woman had a man bent over begging for her to fuck him harder with her strap on dick and I was mesmerized. Immediately I knew that it was something I wanted to do to a man. It wasn’t super hard to find someone to do it with. I went online and found someone. I even got him to buy the strap on for me. We went to the sex store and went shopping for just the perfect one and then we went back to the hotel room that he paid for. I was SO excited.

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When he got naked, I saw that he was even smaller than I’d imagined him being. I told him I didn’t want to see a photo of it because I wanted to be surprised when I saw it in person. It was barely more than a little nub of skin sticking out from his body. I knew as soon as I saw it that he was never going to know the joy of sticking it inside a warm, wet pussy because there’s no way he could ever even begin to get it into a cunt. Do you want to hear about what I love doing to men with strap ons? I’m ready and waiting to spill the tea. Oh, and make sure you have a nice toy to play with while we talk. It’ll make things much more realistic. Give me a call for pegging phone sex right now at 1 888 662 6482. Ask for Spencer!

Cuckold Phone Sex with Quinn

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What can I say? Monogamy was cute… for a while. And despite my effort, it turns out I am a cuckold phone sex slut. I’m a woman who thrives on attention — the kind that makes you feel like the only spark in a man’s otherwise dim day. My husband? Bless his heart, he used to try to make me happy. Now he exists: predictable, pitiful, always two steps behind whatever thrill I’m chasing. I leave lipstick-stained wine glasses and men’s cologne lingering on my skin, and he pretends not to notice. Or maybe he does — perhaps that’s part of the cruel little game we play.

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I don’t outright lie to him. I don’t cushion the truth. “Working late again,” I purr, slipping into something that’s definitely not HR-approved. He knows. Oh, he knows. I see it in the way his jaw tightens when I come home at 2 a.m., heels in hand, hair a little too tousled, positively reeking of a recent deep dicking. Sometimes I look him dead in the eye and ask, “Jealous? You should be. He gave me the fuck fest that I needed.” But here’s the thing — I love being wanted. Craved. Worshiped. I don’t cheat for love. I cheat for the chase, the chaos, the delicious gasp when a younger man realizes I’m not some sweet, neglected housewife. I’m the storm he didn’t see coming. The fuck he is going to tell his friends about.

My husband? He gets what’s left. If he’s lucky. Maybe if he paid half as much attention to me as my lovers do, I wouldn’t be out breaking hearts on a Tuesday afternoon. But honestly? I doubt it. Once you taste freedom laced with mischief, it’s hard to go back to vanilla. Besides, he knew who I was when he married me — a cuckold phone sex queen.

He just thought he could tame me.

Poor thing.

Call me at 1 888 662 6482 and ask for Quinn.

Humiliation Phone Sex with Harlow

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God, I really love humiliation phone sex. Every call is unique, but one thing remains the same – I get to laugh at, make fun of, and just be mean in general to losers just like YOU.  Did you think you were going to call me, and I’d have to be a little nicer to you than the women in your real life? Oh, I’m not. You paying me doesn’t deter me from telling you all about what an itty bitty little cock you have. In fact, it inspires me more. Just think about it – if your friends found out that you’re paying a hot girl like me to humiliate you over the phone, what do you think they’d think? They would laugh at you just like me, wouldn’t they? See, I find that inspiring. To know that your friends would laugh but you’re still calling. You’re such an epic loser.

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When was the first time a woman laughed at you and told you that your dick was lacking in the size department? Or were you watching porn and you started wondering why your dick wasn’t as big as those guys? Either way, I still want to know about the first time you and your lil nub were laughed at in person. Did she try to hide it or was she just blatantly laugh at you? I can never hide my amusement when I see a tiny cock in front of me. But that’s not the only reason for a man to be humiliated. I’m sure you lack in other areas, too. All you have to do is get on the phone with me for humiliation phone sex and accept the fact that the only thing I will ever do with your dick is laugh at it. You’re such a loser.

Dial 1 888 662 6482 and ask to talk to Harlow

Small Penis Humiliation Phone Sex with Spencer

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I heard some guy getting some pretty heavy small penis humiliation live in the wild this week. This woman who I am guessing is his ex or cruel current girlfriend was talking to him loud enough for everyone to hear about his tiny limp penis. She was laughing to another woman next to her about how it only seemed to get hard when she threatened to get the magnifying glass to find it. Knowing what I know about small penis humiliation phone sex I am thinking he was probably hard right then. There was no way to no for sure, as it wasn’t big enough to give it away with a bulge. I thought it would be the most humiliating part for him, just her letting everyone know he was far below average. It wasn’t though, she started to tell the woman next to her how she was going to take him shopping for panties. That was what they were out doing, panty shopping. Watching this little guy sit there and keep his mouth shut while his face grew crimson red was just what I needed to turn my afternoon into an entertaining one. He just sat there holding her purse while she talked about his useless little penis.

Phone SexDo you have a small penis humiliation phone sex fantasy that you’d like to tell me about? Maybe you’ve never had that kind of call with a barely legal girl like me because you don’t think we’re capable of being cruel. But trust me, I was born to humiliate losers with small dicks like you! And I don’t even feel a little bit bad about it. Are you ready to hear the sharp words that come out of my pretty mouth? Get on the phone and give me a call for some humiliating fun at 1 888 662 6482 – ask for Spencer.

Findom Phone Sex with Tamra

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Let me be clear, I am a findom phone sex queen. I’ll elaborate. Being a redhead comes with expectations—fiery, bold, a little dangerous—and I never disappoint. There’s something about the way men look at me; they want to do so many filthy and pervy things to me, but they know they will never get the chance. It makes them so desperate, and I love it. I love that little flicker of hope in their eyes, the way they lean in just a bit too eagerly when I speak, thinking they might stand a chance. Maybe they do—if they follow instructions and they have deep AF pockets. See, I don’t flirt like most women. I command like the queen that I am. I tell them where to sit, what drink to buy, when they’re allowed to touch, if at all. And the best part? They eat it up. There’s something irresistible about a man trying his best to impress me, only to end up doing exactly what I tell him. Want a shot with me? Then, hand over the credit card, sweetie. Pay for dinner, compliment me correctly, and maybe—maybe—I’ll let them do my bidding again later.

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It’s not about cruelty. It’s about control. Power Play: I like watching them stumble over themselves, trying to please me, wondering what hoops they’ll have to jump through next. I once told a guy to polish my boots while I scrolled through my phone. He did it with a grin, like he’d just been invited into some exclusive fantasy. And honestly? He had. Taking advantage of men makes me laugh—not because I’m heartless, but because they love it. They want to be used if it means even a whisper of my attention. I give them instructions like gifts: wear that shirt I like, text me exactly at 9, and don’t speak unless I say so. When they obey, I reward them with a smile that makes their knees go weak. When they don’t, I remind them what they’re missing.

It’s all a game, darling. One that I always win. And trust me—there’s nothing more fun than playing with someone who doesn’t even realize that their money is already mine. See, I told you I would tell you what a boss findom I am. Call me at 1 888 662 6482 and ask for Tamra.

CFNM Phone Sex with Tamra

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I am the perfect chick for CFNM phone sex. Men always want to do as I tell them. Being a redhead comes with expectations—fiery, bold, a little dangerous—and I never disappoint. There’s something about how men look at me, like I’m a puzzle they’re desperate to solve but already know they’ll never quite figure out. And I love it. I love that tiny flicker of hope in their eyes, how they lean in just a bit too eagerly when I speak, thinking they might stand a chance. Maybe they do—if they follow instructions. Strip down and await instructions.

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See, I don’t flirt like most women. I command. I tell men where to sit, what drink to buy, and when/where they’re allowed to touch, if I will enable them to touch at all. And the best part? They eat it up. There’s something irresistible about a man trying his best to impress me, only to do exactly what I tell him. Want a shot with me? Then, hand over the credit card, sweetie. Pay for dinner, compliment me correctly, and maybe I’ll let you carry my bags after. It’s not about cruelty. It’s about control. Power. Play. I like watching them stumble over themselves, trying to please me, wondering what hoops they’ll have to jump through next. I once told a guy to polish my boots while I scrolled through my phone. He did it with a grin, like he’d just been invited into some exclusive fantasy. And honestly? He had. Then, when I make them get naked while I stay fully clothed, I can feel their frustration, and it delights me.

Taking advantage of men makes me laugh—not because I’m heartless, but because they love it. They want to be used if it means even a whisper of my attention. I give them instructions like gifts: wear that shirt I like, text me exactly at 9, and don’t speak unless I say so. When they obey, I reward them with a smile that weakens their knees. When they don’t, I remind them what they’re missing. Maybe if they have been good, I might let them touch themselves just a bit. BUT ALWAYS DO EXACTLY AS YOU ARE TOLD. It’s all a CFNM phone sex game, darling. One that I always win. And trust me—there’s nothing more fun than playing with someone who doesn’t even realize they’re already mine.

Dial 1 888 662 6482 and ask for Tamra

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