BDSM Phone Sex Fantasy- Isabella and Chrissy Plays With Their Slave – Part 1
there you hang on the cross, desperate to sin. your body bare and cold, waiting, watching, the gag placed in your mouth starting to become uncomfortable, the belt around your neck squeezing you. Finally you hear it. the sound of heels in the distance. *click clack, click clack* how your heart races, your body aches, looking as hard as you can to catch a glimpse of the goddess you worship. (BDSM Phone Sex Fantasy)
*click clack, click clack* how it was driving you mad, you could hear the footsteps draw closer and closer, your eyes straining to see in the darkness. the noise almost hypnotizing. a light flickers for only a moment and you catch my blue hair flowing gently behind me. then the footsteps halt in the darkness, you blink, and i stand before you. A soft sweet smile placed on my face. you gaze at my beauty, how its breath taking, how its enchanting. I was careful to wear an outfit similar to your liking, who told me as such by your usual goddess who has granted me permission to play with you tonight.
black shimmering heels, a band of the pentagram hugging my thigh.
I’m wearing a sheer one piece with the devils cross on each of my tits covering my nipples. you take in my deadly outfit, and your eyes trace back up to my face to which, that gentle sweet smile was replaced with a sinister one. (BDSM Phone Sex Fantasy)
you go to speak but was unable to get the words out due to the gag. “awe, look, he’s speechless.” i say with a laugh. A woman slithers in behind the cross dragging her hand over your face from behind, frightening you. “yes, it would appear that way Isabella.” her voice you recognize instantly, almost immediately your face is filled with relief. She walks gracefully over to my side and the fear returns when you see the whip in one hand, and a toy in the other. her body just as hypnotizing as mine. black heels, thigh high sheer tights, a netted mini dress hugs her body, a leather corset wrapped around her waist, and long leather gloves, your absolute favorite outfit.
you watch dreadfully as Chrissy hands me the whip.
“what’s the matter? ” she asks leaning in to whisper into your ear, “don’t tell me your afraid of this lovely little demon?” quickly you nod your head and i laugh. “oh poor slave” i tease. “Mistress Chrissy insisted i be here tonight. seems you’ve been very disobedient to her and is in need of…extra punishment.”
your cock starts to get hard at the sight of us. I crack the whip against your cock and watch you flinch from the pain. “did we give you permission to get hard slave?” chrissy asks in a disproving tone. you shake your head no and she grabs the belt around your neck tightening it further, “then i guess you better behave.” but the more she threatened the harder you got. she let go of the belt, graciously returning your oxygen. “looks like we’re just going to have to teach this slave how to show some respect!” I smiled and began my work. (BDSM Phone Sex Fantasy)
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