my Owner recently hosted his first Dom/sub party, and boy! was it great! For starters, i was to greet each new arrival wearing my slave anklet, slave collar and ball gag … and nothing else. i would meet them at the door, courtsying very low to each Dom, then lead them to the back patio, at which time i would offer each Dom a different colored whip. It was also my job to collect the covering materials from each sub/slave (dress, shirt&shorys, etc.). It excited me to see the variety in the slaves … male/female, well-endowed/not-so endowed.
Once all the Owners had arrived, my Owner took me to the living room, where He lashed my hands stretched over my head, and attached a leg-spreader to my ankles. i was to be left exposed and vulnerable during the party. Being on display but mostly ignored wastorture as i was forced to watch all the other slaves get used and abused by the Doms (including mine).
Finally, the othe five slaves were told to find a way to fuck me, and i was lowered from my strapped-up position. Big-dong slave wasted no time slapping his meat-monster into my mouth, pencil-dick chose to aim for my exposed asshole. Stubby took ahold of my feet and wqueezed them together around his rod. Big-boobs grabbed my hand and used it as a dildo, while red-head started humping my leg.
Once they had all cum all over me, they got dressed and left. After we were alone, my Owner finally allowed me to touch my pussy and masturbate for him.

If you want to abuse me, please call me …

Sub_Jackie at
1-888-230-8820 

http://mydominationphonesex.com/jackie.html

MWF submissive seeks strong dominant Top Daddy to make me gag on his cock until I pass out.  I like long walks in the park (blindfolded and led on a leash), Shakespearean Sonnets (reciting them from memory while naked with clamps on my nipples and my clit), and Anal/Vaginal Double Fisting.    Turn ons include public humiliation, being used as a human toilet, razor strap asswhippings, corset bondage and gang rape. There is nothing I won’t do.  I am yours to control.  At the risk of sounding full of my self, you can think of me as an All Terrain All Weather Submissive: There is no where I can’t go as long as you do the driving.  But if you think I should need to be punished for my vanity…

Please, Sir, hurt me….

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Ever fantasized about having a hot cum slut that will do whatever you want, whenever and wherever you want it?  Well, i’m Jackie and i’m just the submissive slut to make those fantasies cum true.

Lots of women play at BDSM and D/s, but i live it.  i am a dyed-in-in-the-wool, natural-born submissive who takes her place very, very seriously.  Straight fucking and sucking is boring as hell to me, and i no longer bother with it at all.  And no switching, no topping from the bottom…i am not happy unless i am being absolutely controlled by a strong man who knows exactly what he wants from me.  And when that’s happening, something in me just clicks…i go positively feral and cum like a wild bitch in heat.

Rope bondage gets me wet like you wouldn’t believe. i love the feeling of being totally helpless and at the mercy of a dominant male.  Add some tit bondage, Japanese butterfly clamps and a few strategically placed knots and toys and i am so yours. 

The first time i was fucked by a real Dom, i thought i would lose my mind.  And i knew i had found heaven.  His voice, as He asked me if i had been a bad girl, went straight to my pussy and got the juices flowing like a waterfall.  First up was an ass-stinging, over-the-knee spanking…skirt up and panties down to my knees.  Ooooo…that was so fucking hot.  i was squirming and wriggling on His lap and i could feel His rock-hard cock pressing up against my belly.  When it really started to hurt, i made the foolish mistake of squealing and trying to cover my butt with my hands.  In response, He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back hard and hissed into my ear that i had better behave and, omg, i came like i never had before.  And that was just the beginning.

For my transgressions, i ended up with a ball gag in my mouth and my wrists tied together and then tied to the leg of the bed.  If i thought my ass was burning before, it was charred and smoking by the time that spanking was finished.  And i was wetter than you can imagine.

Next on the agenda was a nice, long enema.  Still tied to the leg of the bed, on my knees, face on the floor and ass in the air, my sweet Dom lubed my tight little asshole and i could feel the pussy juice dripping down my thigh.  And when He inserted that nozzle, i came like crazy.  i never thought i could take that much or hold it for as long as i did, but it is amazing what a girl can do when she is hardwired to please and finds herself in the right hands.  And has an inflatable nozzle helping her out

i have to say the combination of trying to hold that enema and having my head forced down onto my Dom’s throbbing cock was a major challenge.  But i was more than up for it.  i gagged and choked and my eyes were streaming, but i was a good little slut and hardly even spilled a drop.  And was not all that unhappy about the paddling i took for the spillage…”pain” was no longer in my vocabulary at that point.

Nice and clean, my arms were trussed over my head to a rafter and my ankles cuffed to a spreader bar to keep my legs apart.  And then the fun really began.  Consider your wildest D/s dreams and you just might, possibly, have some glimmer of an idea of what came next…besides me.  Have you ever had a filthy bitch beg you to stop making her cum because it was just too much for her to take?  Well, i did and He didn’t. 

By the time that session was over, i had my Dom’s delicious cum all over my face and tits and dripping out of both my hot holes and i had cum more times than i could count.  my eyes had rolled back up into my head so far and so often that i could draw a detailed map of the inside of the back of my skull.  Nothing was ever the same again.  i knew sub space was a place i belonged in and that i wanted to visit as often and for as long as possible.

So call me and take me there.  i guarantee you it’s a trip you won’t regret making with me. 

*jackie*

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I am Mistress Veronica, and I RULE YOUR MIND.

My forays into Hypnosis and Hypnotic Domination of men is serving me quite well. After discovering a secret passage in our family estate, leading to my grandmother’s dungeon, I am quickly surpassing even her formidable skills as a Mistress of Hypnosis.

In six short months I have built for myself, a veritable army of slaves numbering in the dozens, All have various tasks — and all DO MY BIDDING

This is Karl. My favorite.

Karl is a big burly former biker who now does my laundry, cooks my dinners,  and cleans out my ass — with his tongue (which is quite long). Karl is not permitted to speak, and can only answer me by nodding his head “yes” –or shaking his head “no”. Needless to say, he never shakes his head.

Often times, I send Karl out to find me new slaves. Pretty boys to be my toys. It’s quite simple for Karl to pick them up like ragdolls, and bring them to my dungeon. There, they are BRAINWASHED. Either as sissy panty boys, brute labor, sexual playthings, or human ATM machines.

Mistress likes ALL her needs taken care of.

Whether it’s keeping my pussy wet and happy, or keeping my wallet filled with cash. Don’t call me if you don’t wish to hear my voice. My voice will capture you. My words will ensnare you. I can bring you to the height of pleasure, or to the bottom of pain and degridation at MY WHIM.

Don’t call me. I am warning you. If you call me, then I know you are my slave. So if you don’t wish to become my slave, then you shouldn’t even THINK ABOUT CALLING ME.

Don’t — CALL ME  — NOW!

If you have read this far, then I have already begun introducing you into a trance.

Take the next step and CALL ME.

Mistress Veronica – 1-888-802-8584

It was all so  subtle when it started.  But gradually things evolved.   Sometimes I wonder just how I got so deep into this… It was our second meeting in real life.   This time, at Her house.   After some small talk, one of the first things She made me admit to was my masturbation habit.  Yes, I did it.  I did it a lot.    Pretty much every day, and sometimes several times a day.    She told me that was ok, and that I shouldn’t feel guilty about it…. but she also said that the habit was going to change. “You can play with it all you want this week,”  she said matter-of-factly, “but you aren’t going to have any kind of orgasm at all are you?”. “No, Ma’am.”  I answered, blushing. “And why is that?”, she asked? “Because you are in charge, and it only cums when you say so, Ma’am.” “Good boy!”, she whispered as she pushed me down to my knees, “and now its time to lose those silly clothes,” she laughed. Silently, I pulled my shirt over my head.  I felt like all of my skin was blushing deep red as I removed every stitch, and knelt down, sitting on my heels. “Now we both know that you are a little pervert don’t we?”, she chided. “Yes Mistress.” “And you have a little secret fetish don’t you?” “Yes Mistress”. Her legs were crossed, and she was wearing flip flops.   Her right foot dangled in front of my, and bounced gently left and right.   Her lovely feminine toes were painted bright red, and her skin looked very soft and supple.   I bit my lip.   She started laughing.    I felt my erection stiffen as her lilting laughter rang in my ears. “Why I bet you could just kneel there staring for hours and hours and hours, couldn’t you?” “Yes Mistress” I was mesmerized.  She was my entire universe.  It was as if nothing else…no one else…existed, not even me. “The thing is, I just know there are some more fetishes buried deep in that psyche of yours,”  she explained, smiling, ” Maybe even some that you don’t even know about yet.   See that over in the corner?”,  she pointed her sexy finger toward something on the floor. I could barely bring myself to stop staring at her lovely feet.    My eyes squinted to see something over on the floor.  It was pink. “Go get it,” She commanded. “Yes Mistress.” I got up to walk over… “No! Crawl, you stupid little perv!”, She yelled, shaking Her head. “Yes, Mistress,”  I nervously stammered. I fell down to all fours, and crawled naked over to the corner.   Now I could see.  It was a pair of silky pink panties. “Put them on.”, She commanded. “But….I’m not like that.  I’m not into…”, “FUCK THAT.  Put them on…NOW!!!”.    She quickly picked pulled her coat off the back of Her chair and threw it over Her beautiful feet…blocking them from my gaze. I whimpered a little bit. I sat on my butt and awkwardly pulled the panties over my feet.  I crawled back to my knees and pulled the silky fabric up.   I tried to cover my stiff cock, but it was poking out of the top. “Ha ha ha ha,” she pointed at me… “See, I just knew you were a TOTAL sissy, and its true!” I looked down at the smooth silky fabric stretched tight over my crotch.   Now, I know I was blushing.   And I was even harder. “I bet a lot of boys would think you look sexy in those tight little panties.   Just look at your little stiffie straining to get out!  *giggle*    Now, Get back over here, Sissy-perv,”  she commanded. I quickly crawled back over to Her. “Now lets get one thing straight.    If you EVER disobey or delay in obeying me again….I will NEVER let you see me or my feet EVER AGAIN.   Understand?” I nodded up and down. “What???” “Y-y-ess, Mistress, I totally understand”, I stammered. Just then I felt the coat hit me in straight the face.   She had kicked it at me, and in the process one of her flip flops came off. “See what you made me do??  Get my shoe!”, she exclaimed. I looked around and fumbled through Her coat and found the pink flip-flop. “Yes Mistress”, I held it up in my hand. “Bring it back to me….only hold it by the tip with your teeth”, She commanded. I put the toe end of it into my mouth.   It tasted like dirt…and rubber.   I carefully crawled over to Her, breathing through my nose.   I felt like a dog.   She extended her naked foot toward me, pointing her lovely toes.   I ever-so-carefully, but awkwardly, tried to place it back on Her beautiful foot, but it fell on the floor. “Dumbass…”, she chided. I hurried and picked it back up with my mouth.    I tried again, and this time it slowly slid onto Her soft, supple foot.  As her toes pushed through the front of the flip-flop, I felt my lips brush against them.   Just then, I felt Her other foot kick me in the side of the head. “Don’t you EVER, EVER touch me without permission!!”, she yelled. “Y-y-es Mistress”, I whimpered. “Now back on your knees,” she commanded. Of course I complied.    I felt dizzy, my face was scraped, and I was wearing tight pink panties.   She crossed her legs again, and once again I just stared.   “Now you have two fetishes.  You are way way into feet.  More than is healthy.   And now… you are a sissy crossdresser as well, “  she laughed. “I bet by the end of this month, you will have 10 or 20 fetishes.” She smiled down at me….and I was still staring.   I had a feeling She could probably get me to do almost anything…. Mystic 1-888-651-2127

i sit with Mistress and my heart pounds.

i am amazed at her power as She gushes over the dress i wear.  i have mixed emotions.

Is She pleased with my selection of the dress?  is She pleased with how i look in it?  Is this sissy confection perfect for a sissy diaper baby just like me?

She hands me my bottle full of milk and i immediately start to suck.  Her stern warning that good sissies keep their diapers clean and dry.  i want to keep Her happy but i can already feel it.  The pressure in my bladder seems to build and i try not to panic.

She leads me by the hand and i feel my hear pound.  i trust Her but i’m scared.  She brings me to the middle of the room and then i see it.  It’s the one thing that scares me the most.  I am expected to pose for the camera.  Mistress has an alterior motive that i will learn very soon.  She will teach me the deportment of a two year old sissy and i will do what She commands, but the hypnotic suggestions will ensure that i know i am utterly humiliated.

She has me do different poses showing off the diaper i am wearing.  She has me wearing only one diaper under the diaper cover and it arouses my curiosity.  She enjoys seeing me humiliated and one diaper was less humiliating than the three She normally diapered me together with.

She has me turn and show my pretty diaper cover pulled over my tights.  First she looks at the back and zooms in on what looks like a possible erection forming, or perhaps just the way the diaper is shaped.  Either way, Mistress will make sure her sissy is severly punished later.

I am showing my bottom and i hear “You better now mess that diaper, Mistress will punish you.  No messing your diaper sissy”.

Something about the way she said it terrified me, but i didn’t understand.  I felt the warm mushy glob fill the back of my diaper and it was obvious the camera was recording it as my bum seemed to expand with the mush.  my fear of disobeying Her command nearly overtook me and i nearly wet out of fear alone.

“You dirty little sissy”, she said.  “Sit in it.  You want to shit your diaper, then SIT IN IT!”  The camera is recording and i can only comply.  i sit and feel the mush spread itself all over the inside of my diaper and i realize that this punishment is suitable for a naughty sissy.  i fear that Mistress will make sure i am diapered ever time i come.  i wonder if i will ever be allowed to wear the panties i packed.  i know that it wont be today.  sissy messed it’s diaper and will be punished for it.  Mistress enjoys my torment and she immediatly makes me profess my sin to the camera.

Mistress tells me that She wants me to get on my hands and knees and spred the mush around so that She is satisfied that i am humiliated.  She continues to record but then comes over to me.  i am asked to sit with her on the couch.  i am ready to plead for her forgiveness, but i knw i am not allowed to speak unless spoken to.  She lays me over Her lanp and i feel Her start to paddle my thighs just beneath the diaper.  i see Her vindictive smile as she presses hard against my bottom and spreads the mess further.

i am naughty and deserve Her punishment, but i think being dressed in my prettiest baby dress only makes her want to humiliate me further.  She calls me names and makes it a point to check my diaper then makes me face the camera and show the infantile act to whoever would watch.  Mistress is not satisfied with my punishment. 

She knows that it is a matter of time before i woud have to go home but her intent is to make sure i am utterly humiliated.  She knows that with an hour left of play that enough time is left to ensurethat her sissy is punished for disobedience.  Mistress loved using hypnosis on the sissydiaperbaby because She had full control over it’s disobedience.  She knew it was incapable of obeying because the hypnosis worked in her favor.

             Mistress grabs my handcuffs that i had not had to wear since she was teaching me how to be a good baby.  Now though they are locked around my wrists in the front and double locked.  My pacifier is strapped more tightly around my head and my handcuffs are lifted over my head toward the ceiling.  The hook on the ceiling is just low enough to let me get my cuffs over it if i stood on my tip toes causing pain with my Mary Janes.  Mistress smiles and pulls down my diaper cover and my tights showing only the dirty diaper i am wearing.

The hem of the dress i am wearing is pulled high enough now that the sape of the diaper is clearly seen as well as part of my back and belly. 

             Im feeling the pressure in my bladder and i know that wetting would only add to my shame, but i’m a pathetic sissy incapable now of keeping them dry.  i fidget trying to maintain even a bit of control but Mistress is far more powerful than i am.  It happens again almost as if on command as Mistress walks over to the camera and aims it at her sissy zooming in close my heart is pounding and im nervous.  I hear Her words again and again get the same reaction. 

             “No messing your diaper sissy” She ordered. 

             Another glob pushed its way out and the mass showed movement in the diaper.  I feared further consequences as she walked over and felt the front of my diaper.  My rigid member gives me away and she smiles wickedly. 

             “Do not wet your diaper sissy” she orders and just like last time the flood gates open, only this time in front.  I wet and i can hear the thirsty material try to soak up a near flooding.  I can feel the urine running down my legs from where the diaper leaked and i could see my tights and my diaper cover around my ankles.  i feared leaking into them but was incapable of trying to clean myself. 

             She smiled a satisfied smile as she took the camera from its tripod and walked over closely to zoom in on my full diaper.  She lifts back the diaper to show the camera then shows the camera the evidence of the wetness indicator being gone.  She returns the camera to it’s place and continues with my torment.  She approaches me with a sign and the words written on it say “Im a diapered sissy that cant keep my diapers clean.” I fear her and nearly wet myself as she left me near dangling from the ceiling.  My feet are starting to hurt from the Mary Janes but as a sissy I am required to accept all punishment. 

             I start to hate how confining this baby dress is.  I bought it too small so that I could intentionally show what I was wearing under my dress but now i regretted buying it because of how constricting it was.  Mistress enjoyed seeing me struggle like an animal in a trap. 

             Mistress returns with her paddle and i know none of this is going to be good.  She slaps my thighs first in the front then in the back evenly applying Her punishment.  I can only cry into my pacifier and now it didnt matter if i wet or stayed dry it only mattered that i get punished severely for being a pathetic sissy. After Mistress is sure I have been properly punished I prayed she’d let me down and change me.  Her actions are different.  She removes a diaper from my bag and simply places it over my now wet and messy diaper. 

             Mistress is pleased with my torment and leaves me hanging there and walks out of the room with the camera rolling.  She notes the time and smiles.  Instead of giving me time to chang my diaper she was going to send me home in it.  I would have to wear it for the entire thirty minute drive home.  She pulls the tights back up and gets the diaper cover back in place showing an obvious bulk. 

             My wrists are in agony from hanging from the ceiling and my legs hurt so much i can barely stand.  Mistress makes me crawl over to my bag and grab my street clothes.  Our sessions are private but she enjoyed wondering if the police would stop me on my way home and smell my dirty diaper.  I walk toward the bathroom where I could change my diaper and she stops me. 

             “No changing until I say you can,” she ordered, “You will wear the diaper home under your clothes.” 

             I know its going to be a long drive.

Mystic 1-888-651-2127

This is the story of how the beautiful and seductive Mistress Mystic acquired one of her obedient adoring slave boys.
i first saw Her profile on a web site, and Her words were strongly appealing. She seemed to be a truly dominant woman who knows what she wants and expects from a slave, so i got up the courage to send Her an email, asking if She would consider taking me as a slave. She lives very nearby, so it was exciting to think that it could actually happen, it was even more exciting when a reply came, saying i had permission to contact Her by instant messenger.
After chatting online She instructed me to provide a photo, so i got a digital camera and sent Her a pic. She laughed and said i looked a bit geeky, but said She still might have some use for me as a slave. During our chats and emails She tested my obedience, and found out about my kinky slutty desires, how i get aroused at the thought of being humiliated and degraded and controlled by a woman, thoughts that i never revealed to others. i thought she might be disgusted with what a slutty pervert i am, but it was also exciting because it gave Her so much power over me, knowing my secret kinky cravings which She used to control me. i knew i just had to try to please Her and be totally obedient. i was somewhat intimidated and embarrassed to meet Her.
We met the first time at a local restaurant, and She looked me over and we talked for awhile. i was nervous about saying things as a prospective slave, because other customers might hear. After awhile She decided She might be able to use a slave like me, and She wanted to see my apartment. So i drove home nervously and She followed in Her car.
When i got home i waited for Her by the door, and fumbled for my keys to let us in. She walked in as if She owned it, and i realized that She did, since i was now Her slave. As She stood there i dropped down to the floor and kissed Her feet. She laughed at what a dumb slave i was for doing that without being told, and i was embarrassed and started to get up, but She said “Stay” and pointed to where i was on the floor. “I’m going to look around. When I get back you will be naked on your knees with your nose to the floor.” Then She walked through the living room, surveyed the dining room and kitchen, and went out of sight down the hall toward the bedrooms.
Not sure how long She would be gone, i hurriedly took my clothes off and got into the position as ordered. Then i waited and listened for Her to return. i started to get very nervous and embarrassed, wondering if She had really meant for me to do this, of if She had just been joking. What if I misunderstood what She had said? Was She waiting for me? What would She think when She came back and found me there, naked, ass in the air? But i was pretty sure this was what She had told me to do, so i stayed that way and waited.
Finally i heard her come back into the living room, and She laughed at the sight of me, and said “Aww, what an obedient little slave boy.” i was even more embarrassed, but stayed in that position as She walked and examined me, and then put Her feet next to my face and tapped Her toe. i thought it meant to kiss Her feet, so i started to kiss but She said “I don’t remember giving you permission to kiss my feet slave. Seems like you just have a thing for My feet… always trying to kiss them”. My face turned red, as i quickly put my nose back on the floor. i felt so exposed, not just because I was naked and kneeling at Her feet, but because of how She knew of my slutty perverted desires, and was using them so expertly to humiliate and enslave me. “Now you may kiss My feet slave”, and i eagerly did so.
That was the beginning of my training. In the weeks that followed, Mistress Mystic continued to train me with exercises, assignments, and chores, all designed to strengthen her control over me, and turn me into her completely obedient slave. She uses my apartment as her private dungeon, and i have become Her total dungeon slave, worshiping Her, obeying every command without question, with no limits other than the ones Mistress imposes.

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