DO NOT mistake me for another. I AM GODDESS JEZZABELLE and you will adress me as such. If you choose to have a session with me, you must be prepared. You must have manners and address me properly. I will not tolerate any touching by you or disrespect of any kind. You are to serve me anyway I wish. I am a hardcore Goddess. I enjoy the sound of your pain, the torment in your voice and the way you will beg for mercy. So, my little cumslut, if you think you can handle the painful pleasure I will reap you. Call to see if I think you’re worthy enough.
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Now that we have gotten that out of the way, we both know why you are here and what you crave. You want to surrender yourself to Me and let Me have TOTAL control over you. You took the first step and came to my page so I do want to get one thing straight your mission: TO SERVE ME.
You will address Me as Mistress Temtra and nothing else. Your obedience I expect – I will do whatever I want with you whenever I want and you will ask no questions. You will be down on your knees saying “thank you Mistress Temptra”. I expect you to worship my body, bathe me, lick my feet or boots clean, or massage me – just depends on what I want to do with you. Again, your mission: TO SERVE ME.
So get on that phone and call me to begin with your training Slave!
Mistress Temptra 1-(866) 433-4486
Get your lube ready, get comfortable and get ready for a mind blowing experience! Mistress Natasha will bring you close to orgasm, and slowly bring you down again, over and over. You will anticipate whether this will be the time that you get to cum, or not, anxiously waiting as she guides you, teases you, and takes you to that ultimate place that can only be shared with a Mistress Natasha and her stroker! 866-481-6236
You can only address me as Mistress Temptra or don’t address me at all! I’m going to dominate ever part of your body, mind and soul. You’re turning your mere existence over to me. I tell you when to breath, eat, sleep and jerk off. You have no control what so ever Slave!
So, don’t keep your Mistress waiting! Call right now Slave! Or you’ll feel my wrath reign down on you like you have never felt before!!! Do I make myself clear??
Mistress Temptra 1-866-433-4486
I am sitting on the couch, wet with anticipation, awaiting your call. Your call that says it’s time to play. I stare at my bare legs, I am wearing a short skirt.. the only thing you have requested of me thus far.
I am startled by a knock on the door. Curoius, I approach, and see that it is you through the peep hole. I swing the door open in delight. It seems you wanted to add a little element of surprise and instead of calling me, to allow you onto the gated, private property, you opted to park on the street and walk your way in. Seems this would not be the first surprise of the evening.
The door barely has a chance to close and I am already wrapping my arms around you and kissing you deeply. You return my kisses and your hands join my wrists behind your neck. You gently remove my hands and hold onto my wrists and bring them down to my sides and then you move them behind my back. You press me against you and I moan deeply. With one of your large hands, you hold my wrists in place and the other searches your back pocket. I feel the comfort of softness and then click – click, you’ve bound my wrists with the fuzzy handcuffs! You break away from our kiss and look at me, bound for you. I giggle and shy away from your glance.
You reach into your coat pocket and pull out a black satin ribbon. You approach me and place the satin over my eyes and you secure the blindfold in place.
“Tonight you belong to me.” You whisper. I love it when you take charge. I hear you grab my keys and you pick me up. We leave my apartment and you take care in locking my door. You put me down and lead me to your car, being very careful since I can’t see.
Once in the car, the drive seems to take forever. I wet my lips in anticipation. I feel my cunt pulsing. Occasionally you lean over and kiss me, or caress my body. This makes me smile. I want to touch you, but my hands remain restrained behind me.
“Tonight I shall have you… out in the open” You purr in my ear.
After what seems like an eternity, I feel the car pull off the road. You exit and come to my passenger side and open the door. Immediately my nonvisual senses are flooded by the beach. I can smell the salty air, feel the crisp, clean breeze and hear the gentle crash of the waves. You pick me up and carry me away from society.
Finally we stop and you put me down. You remove my blindfold and before me lies many many outcroppings of rocks.
“I can’t carry you the rest of the way, too dangerous. Here, follow me.” You remove my handcuffs.
You take my hand and lead me over the rocks until finally we find your place, your spot. I little hidden alcove along a sea of rocks. In the distance the waves continue crashing. You grab my hand and pull me down. Another surprise. There is already a blanket here.
Immediately, you are on me. You handcuff my hands behind my back once more and push me back onto the blanket. This is YOUR fantasy. YOUR night. I am YOURS.
You kiss me passionately and your hand goes underneath my skirt. Surprise number 3 is for you, as I have left the panties off. You groan in approval.
You push my halter top off my breasts, exposing my nipples to the salty night air. Immediately your lips clamp down on them and bite and suck. I moan and whimper beneath you.
I feel your body shudder and shake. I hear your belt unbuckle and your pants unzip. You toss your pants aside. You move between my legs and lower yourself. Your hand slips between my thighs and I yelp in fevered anticipation.
“Mmmm you are wet lover. No need to work you up is there?”
I spread my legs for you and you move your hips over mine.
“Tonight I shall have you as I have always dreamed of. I shall take you tonight, under the stars, out in the open, as it should be. Tonight my fantasy shall be fulfilled.”
You took me right there… in our little alcove under the stars. It didn’t take long before your fevered fantasy became a new experience all together and you undid my handcuffs to allow me to wrap my arms around you.
We came together that night… over and over again. In so many different ways. The pleasure of your hard cock inside my wet cunt. The pleasure of your lips fastened to mine. The pleasure of our bodies ontop of each other. The beauty of our voices rising into the starry night. The amazing moment our orgasms crashed over us like the waves on the nearby shore.
You are amazing my lover.
I have many fetishes and do more than I can write on here. You will pay me with your soul and your wallet.. When you call me, and give me that credit card info, leave a nice tip, the bigger the tip, the better your call! Being my servant is a life sentence and I will own you and you will become my pathetic little puppy slut for all of my needs great or small. Your life’s mission will be to serve me, I will be the one to break you in half if this is what I feel is necessary. I will have your submissive sissy slut ass go out and get my name tattooed on your tiny cocklette, then have you carve my face into your puny nut sack, bitch! I AM THE BAD ASS GODDESS and I won’t ever let you forget it pig!
Little bitty boys with no cocks that attempt to be a man when they are not…bitch please! You will feel the wrath as I break you down to the size of the wee bitch nub between your legs. You will constantly be begging for my presence and you will always desire to serve me with respect and obedience. I will have you on all fours submitting and vulnerable, as I demand you, my servant to take it right up the ass! Make sure your tight back trunk pussy is ready and loose for me to fist your fucking dirty tramped back burner. I know that’s what you need (and want) you little slut whore!!
I specialize in; sissification, forced bi and forced intoxication, cock and ball torture, bondage, cuckolding, toddler regression, cross dressing, panty and pussy worship, hardcore humiliation, financial domination, forced age play. I will take your phone sex call to the extreme bitch-much much more! I am intense, and I am a life style domme. I am not pussy fucking around and I do not need any little bottom topping bitches either, only serious submissive, men need apply. You may email me at any time to set up an appointment and tell me why you think you feel you would be a great little slut for me to torture. Goddessjezzabell81@yahoo.com You will address me as Goddess Jezzabelle at all times! If you are lucky, you will get a response email to serve me. Don’t waste my precious time, remember, you were looking for me, be careful what you wish for.
Goddess Jezzabelle
1-866-934-9940
I’m Mistress Temptra and that’s how you address me, Pet! Do I make myself clear? I’m a professional dominatrix and I do slave training in person and over the phone. But, I’m not taking on new in person clients at the moment because I have enough right now. However, I am looking to take on new phone session pets. To become one of my many pets and to amuse me anyway I see fit you must call me at 1-866-433-4486 and make sure ask for me by my name Mistress Temptra or I will hang-up because that tells me right away your not worthy of becoming my pet. When you do call me, you must be willing to treated like the dog you are. I will collar and leash you and make you walk on all fours. You must never disobey me or you will have to withstand my wrath. I have bondage equipment, medical implements, whips, chains, cock-cages, chastity belts, latex masks, paddles and fucking machines to use to discipline any and all who don’t bow down and kiss my ass.
So, Pet get to your phone and call me right now or else I’ll make you wish you were never born!
Mistress Temptra
1-866-433-4486
I want to hear you bark like a dog. You are just a dirty little slut puppy anyways that deserves to be treated like the bitch in heat that you really are. I said BARK!
So now that we have settled what you are and how you deserve to be treated lets discuss who I am and what I demand.
I demand your total obedience and respect. I demand that you pamper me like a beautiful Mistress such as myself deserves to be treated. Most importantly I demand that you never hesitate when I tell you to do something. If you understand my demands we shall get along just fine slut.
Jamie P. was such a good boy last night. He was the perfect lil slave and just what I needed to burn off a lil frustration. Jamie P. I enjoyed you sipping my sweet yellow nectar from his Mistress Dakota, licking my naughty lil ass to keep me nice and fresh, and all the other depraving acts that you craved and welcomed. Once again proving what a worthless sap you truly are. Stop for your dose of humiliation.
Again, the oil ran in a cool trickle between my shoulder blades. His hands worked the unguent into my skin, rubbing, kneading, fanning across my back in firm, deliberate arcs. I could feel his fingers digging deep, through my muscles all the way to my bones, reminding me that those bones were delicate, birdlike, and easily broken; that I was, as always, at his mercy.
He moved from his position beside me on the bed to straddle my thighs, his naked cock resting in the cleft of my ass as his hands moved slowly, so slowly over my flesh. I purred as his thumbs beat away the tangles in my shoulders, mewed as the knots slowly dissolved under his touch. Then his fingertips were skating over my slicked skin, raising tiny hairs in welcome as they moved lower and lower along my spine. I caught my breath as he slid backwards and he slipped his hands between my legs, pushing my thighs wide apart.
But instead of his fingers plunging into my pussy as I’d achingly anticipated for the last hour, I felt another rivulet of oil flowing over my ass, dripping down my hot slit. And then his hands were moving on my skin again, not massaging, not teasing, not probing, but spreading, smoothing, greasing me all the way to my toes. He traced his way up and down the curves inside my legs, each time coming close, so close, but never reaching quite far enough.
I squirmed in frustration and pleasure, wanting—needing—a decidedly more focused attention. I hate to beg; he knows this. And so he waited, rubbing my feet with torturous tenderness as I gritted my teeth. I couldn’t see him, but I didn’t have to: I knew the satisfied smirk that played across his face too well. I resolved not to give in. Not this time.
But my determination didn’t last. When at last he’d tired of my toes he played his trump card, stretching his body on top of mine, his full weight pressing me into the bed. His chest was tucked into the curve of my neck; I could feel the hair on his chest plastered against my oily skin and feel his heart beating in line with mine. As he ran his hands up and down my sides, tracing the swell of my crushed breasts I bit my lip. And when finally he slid his knee between my slippery legs, adding the pressure of his thigh on my ass to the message his hard cock was sending to my cunt, I crumbled. I groaned. I whimpered.
And I begged.
“Good girl,” he said.
