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Taking Control

You’ll always call me princess. You don’t deserve to call me anything else. I love to hear your voice quiver when I command you to get down on your knees. You touch only where I tell you to touch. You’ll slap those balls when I say with no questions asked. You’ll obey every single word that leaves my perfect lips. You’ll learn that pleasing me will bring you pleasure. You’re mine now! Oh, how I love to control you. Your orgasms are mine now, you’ll need permission for every orgasm you’ll ever want to have. I dare you to test my rules. You’ll wind up in a  steel chastity & I’m always the key holder!

~Princess Paris~

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Blue Balls Slave

I’m a barely legal slut that just can’t get enough of chastity training phone sex! The control I have over you pervs just drives me wild! I have a blue balls pet that I’ve been playing with, well more like teasing… He approached me via email and it was short and sweet. He simply asked if him and I could talk! I had no idea he was into tease and denial, but of course I made him wait! I later discovered that in just the few hours that he was waiting for my reply he made himself a homemade chastity device out of shoe lace. I received another email with pictures of his Cock half bound! Along with his plea to me! He begged for me to speak with him and wanted to experiment with chastity training! I finally replied to him with my instructions on how to completely bind his Cock! I also demanded, No cumming at all! Absolutely no cumming until I decided. After two days of edging his Cock I finally set up a call. I had him right where I wanted him! He was so ready to explode for me!

I have an obsession with being a chastity goddess! Edging those Cocks and leaving you fucks with swollen blue balls is the best! I love knowing I evoke such a desire in you to be bound! So desperate to cum, so weak, restrained and teased that you will do anything! I can’t wait to hear your whiny voice on the other end of my phone, you anticipating being given permission to explode your load! I can’t wait to milk that Cock for all it’s worth! That’s right! I will ruin you 😉 … In a good way!

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Black and blue and fucked

I see you are at my club again waiting for a dance. I really do love maxing out all your credit cards and leaving you crying because you still didn’t get to climax. Shouldn’t you be home helping your wife give out candy to the little trick or treaters? I see, you expect a treat from me it being Halloween and all.

You know where the VIP room is so leave your wallet with the bouncer and meet me there. Let me frisk you to be sure you have held nothing back as tonight I am going to break you more than just financially. I do notice  that pesky cock is hard again. Strip and do it now if you want that treat.

Down on your knees and lick my beautiful cunt till I tell you to stop. How does my flogger feel on your balls? It hurts so good, yes?  I am done with your mouth so stay on your knees and spread your legs. You are a pathetic loser, aren’t you. I intend to kick your balls with my boot heels over and over again till those worthless hanging pieces of flesh fall off.  Everytime I kick I notify the desk to run your card again. By the time I am done busting your balls you will have no money, or balls.  Happy Halloween you fucking loser.

Ball Busting Brianna

Your Pain is My Pleasure

 I completely get off to other people’s pain. The sound of a flogger hitting your balls makes my cunt cream.

Conversations, like certain parts of the anatomy  always run more smoothly when well lubricated…Marquis de Sade.

So now for our call and you to be well lubricated you must be obedient  and not just pretend because I will know it. A good flogger is a must, we aren’t at a party so I don’t want you to use one like a party favor. I do know the sound a real whip makes when it hits the tender skin of submissive. Most importantly whining like a little bitch bores me so much I will more than likely put down phone and leave you to your own devices.  Scream out, yelp, grunt I need to hear your pain.

If you follow my orders, listening to your distress and agony will get me off in way you can’t imagine. If you do as your told and I am satiated then I will allow you release.

The Queen of Pain, Brianna

Drugs, sex and whatever

What is it you are in the mood for tonight?  Suck me fuck me calls bore the fucking hell out of me. When I say I have no taboos or restrictions I totally mean that. In fact, why not test that theory and try to shock me. No caller has ever been so depraved they shocked me. Those that have tried I just laughed at.

I have been doing a little “go fast” and I am so horny I need a plaything as wicked as me. I know I can make you cum so hard I will leave you drained and addicted.  Can you do the same for me? Can you make my hot, wet creamy goth cunt crave another call with you?

Why not do a few shots or some blow then watch your favorite type of porn and give me a call. No judgments here unless you want a vanilla type call. I will just roll my eyes, do another line and take your money while I find something more interesting. Embrace your  dark side with me Deviant Goth Girl Ivy.

Long Distance Relationships

The only relationships I can real handle are long distance ones. I guess that is one of the reasons I only fuck musicians. They are on the road so much I can keep all my deviant secrets from them. I try to separate anything like a romantic thing from the most twisted sides of me. If you have ever talked to me you could see how this makes perfect sense.

The one I consider a boyfriend is in town maybe 4 times a year and he has earned the right to have a key in case I am not home when he gets here. We have a few agreements like he must never, ever go down to my basement. The door is locked and only I have the key. If someone ever finds themselves down in my basement they will more than likely never see daylight again.

I arrived home around 3 am to see his old classic hearse in my driveway. I had been fucking my step brother all night and had jizz dripping from all my holes.  I called his name but there was no answer. What a dumb fuck my soon to be ex boyfriend Gabe is as he went down to my private area. He was sitting on the floor drinking my best absinthe straight from the bottle. He looked at me shocked and asked me how could I, why would I and why didn’t I give him a chance to bail by telling him the truth.

I calmed him down some kissing him and telling him he has a personal live in New Orleans just like I do here. I also told him now that he knew he had no choice but to join in since that would be the only way I knew he would shut the fuck up. He was staring at my thighs and seemed a bit upset that cum was dripping down my legs. I sat on his face and made him clean all my hot holes. It seemed after a while he was really getting into it. After cuming again and coating his face even more I got off of his face. He was rock hard and begging me to suck his cock. “Don”t worry Gabe, you will get your cock sucked by not by me”, I whispered. It is time to join me in my debauchery or become one of the victims. After a few more swigs off the bottle he agreed to join me.  I went to the cold storage room and unlocked the door. I dragged a sobbing little blonde in a pony tail over to him. “Fuck her face and show me you want to be part of my world, I said with a snarl.  He wasted no time once he saw her flat chest and  pretty little bald pussy.

Do you want to be my partner in crime or my victim?  Choose wisely.

I Might Like You Better If We Slept Together

Want to know something. I find people extremely deadening. Most of the time when a”norm” is trying to talk to me you can see my eyes glaze over and I go to Ivy Land. Ivy Land is a place where you do what you are told and serve me. It is a place where I am never bored, sex is never vanilla and there is old absinthe of every brand to partake  of.

You are either my friend “fucking doubtful”, my partner in crime and fuck buddy or my subbie. It takes a very deviant man to be my fuck buddy but once you are the sex is way beyond anything a “norm” can imagine. Call me and lets see where it goes because………

I might like you better if we slept together

There is somethin’ in your eyes that says maybe

That’s never, never say never

Vacation to Hell

If there is a fucking hell that is the place to be when you die. Life can be a fucking bitch. Imagine hell and all the depravity that goes on. Your sadists, rapists, killers, and on it goes that is where they gather to party. Till then I am going to insure I do everything to have a place at the head of table with the Marquis de Sade with my own little 120 Days Of Sodom.

My job as a phone sex slut makes it easy to work and travel at the same time. Hotels really don’t care about a valid credit card if you pay them enough to shut the fuck up. Today I am where you can get anything you want for a small price. When you look like me the price is as simple as a hand job and I walk away with my “Gift”

The “Gift” is packaged so pretty in yoga pants and a tight little tank top. I know my companion will be thrilled when he sees it.  So this is day one of my 120 Days of Sodom. This companion is one who can’t take gore of any kind.  He is happy with some face fucking and after he cums I decide the method of disposal.  While he sleeps the rest of the wicked I visit my next friend who loves his share of torture and gore. So this brings us to Day 2.

If you are reading this you are as twisted and blood thirsty as I am. Maybe you are just curious to see how far you will take things. Just remember vanilla is for losers and suckers and it is an excellent way to put me to sleep.

Twisted, deviant and depraved Goth Girl Ivy

“Constant Craving”

Craving

Ah, constant craving

Has always been

We are both at a hotel for different reasons. You at a business conference and me….well for my  own reasons. We are constantly crossing paths playing a sort of teasing, perhaps taunting game. At first it was just by accident but now we are playing a bit of cat and mouse with each other.

I wonder about you and if you are the perfect gentleman you appear to be and I am sure you wonder if I am the wild fuck toy I appear to be.  I come back to hotel from day of shopping and you are at the bar.  You immediately get up and offer to help me with my bags from designer stores. You seem very nice so I allow you to come in my room instead of leaving things at the door. I smile and you tell me perhaps you will see me at the lounge later.

It has been a long day and I really could use a hot relaxing shower. I put my key on the wet bar and notice I can’t find the duplicate. I imagine it has slipped in one of the bags and will worry about it later. I fix a drink while running the water and put in a CD.  I am enjoying the hot water as it cascades down my body and begin to feel super horny between the steam and the scented lather.  I hear a sound, like a door opening but assume it must be one of the other rooms. I did notice you could hear everything in this hotel. I close my eyes, and run my hands down my slick body it feels so good.  I open my eyes to see you standing there in the bathroom.  You reach out and put your finger to my lips, telling me to be quiet. I should be frightened, but instead it just makes my pussy wetter, hotter and needing to be fucked. You pull me by my hair and kiss me hard, you tongue parting my lips.  Your big hands cup by tits, squeezing them firmly.

You whisper in my ear that this can go one of two ways and which way is up to me and how I behave. So we are playing a game, and I always win. I grab him by his hair and plunge my tongue in his mouth kissing him long and passionate. I whisper in his ear “yes, it can go one of several ways”.  I look him in the eyes, laugh an pull him fully dressed in the shower with me.  He is so caught off guard by my boldness that I have time to I quickly break open the pink Venus shaver and slip the blade between my teeth. Well? What way do you think it will go tonight?  I think you have figured it out Will, that tonight I am in control.

B is for Bondage

 I have a lovely necklace that is just a B. One of my slaves presented it to me as an offering. I do wonder if the B really stood for Bitch or Bondage. No matter as they both suit me. I was out the other night just dressed in jeans a corset and boots. Nothing really telling of who I am.  Sipping Pernod, reading and enjoying the night air. Several gentlemen approached me intruding on my personal space and tying to guess what B stood for.

Rather then have to be the one to leave I answered with a look that would scare most men away, and trust me it did. Around 11 pm a rather interesting looking man approached me with a Pernod and a business card.  The card had the words ” I am interested” on the back. About an hour later I called him asking if he knew what he was getting into. We made plans to meet that night at a old, rather seedy hotel. Sometimes, it is sleaze that does it for me.

When I arrived he was already tightly wrapped in plastic. A very quiet but beautiful woman smiled at me explaining she had him ready for me. Her only request is that she watch as Mistress fucks her immobilized husband. My pleasure.