When you hear cheap phone sex, you think of nasty trailer trash whores who have contracted every disease under the sun from fucking for some crack. What it really is, is me. I’m a powerful woman in my life, but the truth is I crave to be forced into a submissive whore. I’m desperate to be used and abused like those trashy lot lizard tramps. I’ve never had the balls to actually go through with it, until last night.
I was scrolling through an adult ad forum when his ad caught my eye: Submissive Whore Wanted; Yes, You. It dragged me in, and his eloquent words never let me go. I found myself typing a response email in no time, my fingers caressing the keyboard as I coaxed his number from him. I texted him with shaking fingers. His only response was an address, and the word “Now”.
I drove like demons were chasing me, dragging me to hell for finally acting as the filthy whore I am. Even in the long elevator ride to the penthouse of the Caesar, I never doubted myself. Perhaps only my choice in panties, or lack thereof. I had barely rapped on the door when he opened it. He was built like a brick house; ginger, stubble, demonic green eyes, and lumberjack hands. One wrapped around my throat as the other snaked into my hair, and he dragged me inside.
He made me kneel before him, and for the first time in my miserable life, I was where I was supposed to be; serving my Master like the submissive slut I am.
Desperate Masochist Tracy
(800) 251-1696 ext 822
All Credit Cards Accepted
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