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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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.