In your phone sex role play, I could be the co-worker that is always being such a cock tease. I’m always dressed slutty: Low cut blouses, short tight skirts. I am such a flirt. All talk but no action, and it really digs into you. You’re convinced that this little cock tease needs to be taught a lesson.
You start to plan it all out. In your fantasy, you are going to kidnap me on a night we both work late. You quietly follow me into the parking lot, and hurry up behind me when you are sure no one is looking. As you’re forcing me into your car, your cock is rock hard, thinking about all the exhilarating things you are going to do to me when you get me home.
You drag me to the basement, where no one will hear my cries. You rip off my panties, and stuff them into my mouth, gagging me. My wrists are tied above my head to the bed post, as I lie there completely naked. You contemplate what you’re going to do to me first, as you watch me fight against the wrist restraints. You’ve left my legs untied because you like to watch me fruitlessly kick and struggle.
You move closer to me, and my terror grows. You can almost taste my fear. The muffled screams make your cock throb in anticipation. You move your hands up to my chest, roughly fondling my creamy tits, moving the hard nipples firmly between your fingers, pinching. I wince and whimper, and plead through my panty gag for you to stop. But that’s not going to happen, is it?
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Come here, you disgusting filthy fucker. What in the fuck do you think you are looking at? Do you think you have any right to gaze upon me with lusty thoughts? NO! You have no rights. You are my property. Nothing more than furniture in the living room of my whored out life. Be weary, because once you lose you style and function in my decor I will leave on the street corner to become thrift shop trash. Look at you already losing form with your tiny spring poking out and that saggy scrotum! What purpose do those serve at all? NONE! Come here! Spread your legs, slave. DO NOT MAKE ME REPEAT MYSELF! I will drive my heel down upon your worthless balls so hard that your scream will only be heard by dogs! Do you like when I trample your worthless bits? When my heels stomp on your helpless cum drops? You smile. You enjoy it when I destroy your manhood one step at a time. Feel my stilettos dig and grind into your left nut as the sole of my other platform crushes your right one into a fine mess. Crush and grinding you until there is nothing left between your legs. Just a mush of what used to be your maleness. You are nothing but an ‘it’ now. A thing. Neutered. Having no manhood whatsoever. “You don’t need what’s left” I whisper into your ear just before you feel the elastrator snap around what used to be your scrotum. The rubber band biting hard into your flesh as your scrotum becomes cold and dead. You feel my strap-on pressing into your ass . You hear the wet plop of a severed scrotum as you feel the pop of my strap-on diving deep into your ass. I fuck you, as my new pet, mercilessly. You feel my breasts pressed tight against your back as I whisper into your ear “Welcome to womanhood, my dear”.