Where are Mama’s weak, pathetic boys? I am definitely in the mood for some Sissy Phone Sex today. I want you to tuck away that silly little clitdick, and make you prance around in panties like a girl. I want to dress you up, and then take you out in public. Don’t worry. I’ll make you look passable. No one will know you’re really a boy. Ha! Maybe we should go to that seedy bar at the edge of town where all those rednecks hang out. They’re usually so drunk and horny that they’ll fuck anything. When we get there, go straight to the dance floor because I’m going to put some change in the jukebox and you’re going to dance to whatever faggoty shit I can find. Taylor Swift? Britney Spears? Ha! I don’t care. I just want you up there, shaking that sissy ass, really slutting it up and showing off your goods, because what you’re doing is advertising! That’s right, you’re getting whored out tonight. I’m going to go around, and talk to the men at the bar and see who wants a piece of my hot little whore…for a price, of course. Mama doesn’t offer up her sissy boys to fuck and suck for free. Cheap, yes. But not free. Well….Maybe sometimes. But not tonight. If these dirty redneck fuckers want to bust a nut in you, it’s gonna be $10 a pop. Ha! When this song is over, I’ll have some guys already lined up to fuck your whore slots, so head for the men’s room and wait like a good girl on your knees in the first stall. I know it is gross, and dirty in there, but what can you really expect? You’re a sissy, for fucks sake! If you had any fucking dignity at all, you never would have ended up as my whore, so quit your bitchin’. And it’s not like these redneck cocks you’re going to be sucking are much cleaner than that bathroom is, anyway. They might even want you to lick their filthy, sweaty hairy assholes. But whatever they want you to do, just do it, like a fucking sissy bitch ought to, because I’m not giving out any refunds. I don’t give a fuck if they want to shit down your throat, if that’s what they want, open wide, and don’t forget to thank them afterwards. I don’t want anyone thinking Mama doesn’t teach her sluts proper manners.
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?
Call me now for Abduction, Force & Torture Phone Sex and tell me all the dark, twisted, sadistic things you would do to your new fuck toy against her will.
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”.
Well, hey there, big brother! You should call me for some taboo incest phone sex fun. I have been thinking about you so much! Remember when we first started fooling around? We were so young when I caught you jerking off in your room, and I couldn’t help but be so fascinated with your hard-on. It was pretty much the first dick I had ever seen, and very first one I had ever touched. And from that day on, we both were incest phone sex lovers.
I was so turned on when you let me touch it. I gently placed my slender hand around your soft, warm shaft. You told me to squeeze it, and move my hand up and down, and as I did, I felt it growing in my hand. It got so big and hard, and it made my hand look so tiny wrapped around it. After that, I loved jerking off your cock, and did it every chance I could. And it wasn’t long after that that you taught me everything I needed to know about cock sucking, too.
We were together so much, always doing naughty things. I loved taking showers with you, getting on my knees and sucking you off as the hot water ran down over our bodies. But my favorite was when you would put me on all fours and worship my tight teen pussy and ass. I still remember my first gushing orgasm, when you stuck your tongue in my tight holes and tasted me. I got so turned on. The harder you licked, the wetter my pussy became, until I felt the pulsating rush of intense pleasure and squirted all over your face.
I’m sure glad mom wasn’t home when that happened. My loud moans would have busted us for sure. But maybe that wouldn’t have been such a bad thing. I mean, mom is a total MILF, and I’ll bet she could have taught us both a thing or two. Maybe dad would have even joined in on the fun. I’ve always wondered what kind of lover he would be. If he is where you get your immense size and stamina from, I bet he is a fuck stud just like you.
I love it when I meet a new little boy who is secretly dying to be a girl. It is so much fun helping with the transition through sissy training phone sex. To be quite frank, it really is the best decision all around. It is time to stop kidding yourself, because you’re sure not fooling anyone else. Down deep you know you can never be a REAL man. So let’s spare the world all the drama of having to deal with a boi who just can’t man up, no matter how hard he tries. Instead, embrace the journey of becoming a pretty girl. I love to talk with girly bois like you all day on the phone. Feminization Phone Sex is my favorite kind. I enjoy being the one who helps you become the girly slut you long to be. It can be even more fun when you’re not sure, and I have to be a little forceful to get you to realize what you really are.
These pretty panties are meant for sissy bois like you. You should order them, and wear them on your call with me. As you can see, they are crotchless, so when I decide that it’s time to break in that sissy pussy of yours they will provide easy access. You know how men like easy access to pussy, don’t you? Well, maybe you don’t know because you have never been a real man, have you? Haha! But before we break in that sissy pussy, we’ll start with the basics, so come on sissy slut, these cocks are not going to suck themselves…
How stupid I was to ever take candy from a stranger! Now look where I have ended up…in the dark, dank dungeon that you call your fucking basement! If you’re into extreme, reluctant phone sex fantasies, you should give me a call. I love them. That’s why I’m chained up in your basement, waiting for you right now! I want you to make me your whore. Once I’m in your possession, you can do whatever you want with me. You can feed me your special concoction and make me your cum hungry little fuck slut. I won’t be able to get enough of your cock as long as you keep giving me what I need to be so horny.
You know what you’re doing, don’t you? You knew before you even drug me into your van to bring me here that I was the perfect candidate for your twisted desires. No one would miss me. You could keep me here forever and no one would come looking. I belong to you now, and everything you want to do to me is free game. I’m just some trashy whore you own. Property that you can dispose of any time you want. And you remind me of that anytime I get that look in my eye that longs to be free. I only breathe because YOU allow it.
Besides, what more could I want? My belly is always full, even if it is with cum. And I have my very own bed in your dungeon that I only have to share when you’re in the mood. If I’ve been good, and do exactly as you say, you’ll let me keep the blanket to stay warm. I’m always getting new things. In fact, you just bought me a new set of shackles last week. And it’s not like I’m totally hidden away. Sometimes you bring your friends over to play, so that counts as socialization. By sex slave standards, I’m pretty well taken care of, so what do I have to bitch about? Maybe I need a good beating to show me just how bad it could be.
Are you craving some small penis humiliation phone sex? Well, bring that pathetic excuse for a cock over here, and let me have a look. It is so fucking worthless I can’t even bring myself to call it a cock! Cocklette is more fitting. Maybe overgrown clit, or shrimp dicky, even. But that is definitely not a cock. What the hell can you even do with that? You can barely see it, so I can’t even imagine how you’d go about stroking it. I know damn well you don’t think you’re going to fuck me with that. Don’t make me laugh. I wouldn’t even feel your little nub. What a fucking loser. With a mini package like that, you’re not even a whole man. I’m sure every woman you’ve ever tried to fuck with that tiny little pecker has laughed her ass off. No wonder you’ve cum to me. I call it like I see it, and you are truly a pathetic loser. But that’s not news to you. Hell, I bet you see it in the eyes of every woman you’ve ever shown your cocklette to. The look of disappointment and disdain. It was even there, lingering in the eye of the ones who were nice about it, and suddenly “had a headache” or some other canned excuse women use to ditch an inadequate loser like yourself. News flash, babe: They may not have laughed in your face, but trust me, darling, later they were laughing about it with their friends. Personally, I think girls like that are just too fucking nice. There is no way I’d let you whip out that pencil dick in front of me without some in-your-face hardcore humiliation. It’s what you deserve. I’d take pictures of that little micro piss stick, and post them all over the internet, exposing you for the little dick loser that you are. I even have a special section on my site reserved for putting pathetic fuck wads like you on display. So call me, loser, and let me dole out the humiliation your cocklette has earned you.