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It’s Kinky Little Karis, the best age play girl in town!

I know you miss my cute young voice, daddy. You’ve been away on your business trip and it’s been so hard not having daddy to play with my bare cunnie. So when you are free after your meeting can you please call me? You said I’m not allowed to touch myself unless you allow it, but please daddy! I’m so wet right now. I know I’m going to get in trouble for this, but I can’t help it daddy. I’m rubbing my little pussy right now. I promise not to cum if you call me before bedtime! If not, I’m going to have to be a bad little girl and make my pussy cream! (; (888) 290-3289

 

Masturbation Memories, If you share yours, I’ll share mine!

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Phone sex is the best way to make all your masturbation sessions incorporate the fantasies and role play in your head, isn’t it? We all grab our fantasies from a variety of places–some of us use memories. I have many memories from which I draw to create a believable phone sex fantasy for my callers. Because they are from my memories, these fantasies are believable, while at the same time mutually arousing. The best memories to use for this sort of fantasy crafting are not the ones that actually culminated in real sex. The best sexual memories, in my professional opinion, are the ones that left me wanting.

Do you masturbate to your favorite Sexual Memories?

When I was young and working a summer job before my first year of college I had an old family friend suggest I date a guy who was much older and who had just gotten a divorce. I had the hugest crush on him just from the suggestion. He wasn’t anything spectacular to look at, but he drove me crazy because he kept me in a near constant state of arousal. The come here go away often prompted me to throw myself at him.

The farthest I ever really got with him was sucking his dick. He’d go out on dates with me and tease me by kissing me, fondling me, but never fucking me the way I wanted him to. This left my crotch on fire and when I think back to the time when I had this crush I often wonder what sex with him would have been like–especially if we had consummated our relationship after one of our many drinking expeditions at the local watering hole. So from this memory comes an abundance of role play opportunities that the masturbation phone sex caller could use to their advantage with me.

So what memories can we use to shape your favorite masturbation phone sex fantasy? Tell me about it and let’s give your dick a draining it will never forget.

Give me some cream pie love

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Where’s the cream pie love on this Monday morning? Fuck it, if I don’t get what I want in the morning then surely I’ll get it by the evening! Monday doesn’t have to be so boring, you know. Like today I’ve been keeping myself occupied with my nasty mind. You already know what’s on it, haha. I was just thinking about the last time I took a real cream pie. Believe me when I say it was delicious. My daddy made me take his cock in each hole before unloading himself deep inside me.

Then I couldn’t stop myself from thinking about how we made me squeeze it out and lick it up. Just like kitty kat! Hence why I said it was delicious, hehehe. Anytime daddy said he was going to give me a cream pie I knew that meant I would taste it afterward too. He always made sure that I licked up every drop. It wasn’t a chore or anything. Often times I would beg daddy to let me squeeze it out and lap it up so quickly. I just couldn’t contain myself. Doing something like that really makes you feel like a cum slut. There’s nothing wrong with that anyway!

But with all that being said, I really want to get this Monday started on the right side. Help a cream pie lover out.

Cross-dressing Phone Sex – The Sissy Mistress is in!

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There’s nothing like slipping into something frilly and feminine. And who could blame you for wanting to indulge? The sensation of hosiery on freshly shaved legs, pedicured toes in a sexy sandal, the bounce of beautiful hair and lacy underthings….it’s addictive. What if you’re ready to take a new step? Cross-dressing phone sex is exciting, and maybe you’ve been doing it for years. But what if you actually want to BE a woman?

I know that there’s a difference between wearing a dress and owning a room. And who better to smooth your rough edges and further soften your inner beauty than a Feminization Phone Sex Mistress that speaks the language? Whether you respond to sensual guidance or firm instruction, you will find your perfect fit here with me! And it won’t take long before you discover that the more you submit to your Feminization Mistress, the more freedom you have to be yourself.

Share Your Cross-dressing Secrets with your Feminization Mistress!

Online lingerie shopping or in-store decisions from the fitting room…..which do you prefer? All girls love to have fashion shows with new purchases! Let’s talk about it! You might even be hiding sexy panties under your work clothes. (Want to push the envelope a bit more? I have ideas.)  I want the play-by-play! Girls share the scoop…..so get ready to dish!

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Want to experience the fun of a great girlfriend that can guide you through a dress fitting or gossip about a lust-filled evening? Women that know their true power possess a charisma that others find irresistible. Those are the women that are vital in assisting you in your feminization phone sex transformation, helping you discover the femininity within.

Now, are you ready to be the sissy you feel inside and have fun exploring and embracing your femininity? I am ready to help you fulfill all your sissy dreams….let today be the first day of the rest of your sissy life.

EXTREME Brutal Torture & Slave Breeding

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WARNING: THE CONTENTS HERE ARE REAL ACCOUNTS OF A SLAVE UNDERGOING EXTREME BRUTAL TORTURE AND SLAVE BREEDING. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE FAINT OF THE HEART.

He kidnapped me for 8 months. I couldn’t escape his chains. I tried to get away at first but instead he put me through extreme brutal torture. He locked me up and tied me down in the cellar and let me go insane. I was starving down there without even water to drink. I was only allowed to wear one small pair of ripped underwear. He worked go to work mining in the early mornings and I would be chained to his cross for hours. He would come back covered in fucking dirt and grime. Made me lick him and fucking clean the dirt off his hands and off his cock. I was so fucking hungry it was the only thing I even had to taste. I would beg for his cock. I was starving for his cum. He would make me fucking gag on it for hours. Hold me down and hold my breath. Make me vomit and eat my own vomit. I was his worthless teen slave for more than extreme torture. I would be the womb to create his ultimate little slave.

I would beg for his cum as it was the only thing I could eat. But he had other plans. He would not waste one drop on a worthless little fucking cunt like me! I would be better off starved. Instead he know his precious seed could only be used for one thing and one thing only. To breed him a fucking whore and slave he can raise from the start. I wasn’t allowed to eat because i was only good as a breeder for his little p slave. He kept me tied to the cross and instead of feeding me his cum he would come back hour after hour to fuck my pussy and fill me with his seed. It wasn’t long before my belly started to get bigger and i couldn’t even fit in the only pair of underwear i was allowed to have on. Before I knew it my belly got so fucking big I knew I was going to pop at any moment. I was waiting for the baby to come any day. I was so close to popping I could almost feel her coming through my worthless fuck hole until…

Until he came back from mining one day with some extra special tools. A small handsaw and some clamps. I thought maybe it was just an extra special day to undergo more brutal slave torture but no. That was the day he decided that his new little p cunt would cum into the world. He said if it came out a little boy that I would die on the spot as I would be a completely useless fuckwhore and would have wasted his time forever. He said if it was a little girl that he would trash me like the garbage I am and spare my life.

As he took the saw and starting cutting into my big busting belly I prayed to god it would be a girl. I felt him tear inside me without any precaution without any care. He just ripped right through me and ripped it right out. I felt the most pain I had ever felt through my now skinny worthless nearly dead body. Blood was everywhere. I felt my body start to pass out and I knew I was near dying. I heard it cry. I heard him laugh. I saw his cock from the corner of my eye get bigger and harder than I ever saw it when he was fucking my worthless fucking body. I knew at that moment that it was a girl… and my life might be spared… until I passed out…

What felt like an eternity later, I woke up laying in the woods naked. Looking down I saw the burn scars and stitching of my belly, bruises, and the cum soaking from my pussy. I had no knowledge of where he was, where I was, or where the little one was either. All I knew was that I was alive and I was a lucky fuckwhore to have my life spared after going extreme brutal torture and slave breeding.