Spanking me Phone sex

Pull down my jeans as you look deep into my eyes.  Grab my wrist and lead me over your lap.

I moan feeling the caress of your hand over the mound of my white firm ass.  I feel my pussy starting to get wet already just knowing what’s coming.

I love hearing the murmurs of your appreciation of my round tight ass over your lap.  I close my eyes as I feel your arm wrap tight around my waist.  Instinctively clenching my ass cheeks as I feel your arm draw back lifting into the air.

My head releases toward the floor with the first stinging slap as I feel the gentle pain radiating through my ass cheek.  I know this is only the beginning.  First I will beg for more, then I will beg for you to stop as the tears are streaming down my face.

Zesty Zoey

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Sex Slave in a Hidden Cabin in the Wood Phone Sex

They snuck something into my drink when they went to buy me another one.  The three of them dancing around me on the dance floor, plying me with drink after drink.  They snuck me out the side door where their crowd of undulating bodies blocked us from the view of security.  It wasn’t difficult for them to get me to their car and then seated between two while the other drove us to their dirty hidden cabin in the woods.

When I finally came around, I was chained by an ankle to the dirty squeaky mattress.  They came in throughout the day.  Sometimes one at a times, sometimes two, sometimes all of them.  They used all my vulnerable fuck holes and no matter how hard I fought, they always got what they wanted.

Want to hear every dark and dirty detail?

What would you do to me in a hidden cabin where no one could hear my screams?

Zesty Zoey

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The Plaything of Greek gods

Zeus was watching us mortals from Mount Olympus when he spotted me and became enamored with my beauty.  Afraid to frighten me, he transformed himself into a handsome astrophysicist working as a professor at the local university.  He came up to my table as I was reading at the local coffee shop.

Knowing I appreciated confidence and initiative, he took the seat across from me and invited himself to join me at my table.  He struck up a conversation and it wasn’t long before I was drawn in by his charisma and charm.  He invited me back to his office and I accepted, not wanting to end our intellectual conversation just yet.

When we got to his office, he eased into his seduction of meFucking a professor in his office on top of his books and papers has always been a favorite past time of mine any way.  After our hot session of fucking in every position imaginable I commented on his stamina.  That’s when he revealed himself.

He assured me that Hera wouldn’t find out and take revenge.  I know his history though and knew it was inevitable.  Hera did find out and she came down herself and whisked me away to Mount Olympus where I became her personal sex slave until Zeus found out and kidnapped me back.

Mere mortals…the playthings of the gods.  Makes my pussy wet just thinking about it.

Zesty Zoey

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Punished at the Theater Part 1

I don’t have a ton of bad habits, but I am only human.  The few that I do have, Sir is very strict about.  He gives me fair warning and if I don’t fix the problem, the punishment is quick and just.

One of the worse habits I have is talking during movies.  We’ve been working on this at home as I drive Sir completely crazy when I do it in the theater.  I just get so caught up and overwhelmed with the action that I feel the driving urge to express it in some way.  So, talking during a movie is a huge issue for me.

I’d been doing really well at home and Sir decided to treat me to a trip to the movie theater.  The movies that come out in the summer are always action packed and full of drama so it’s my favorite time to go.  So, I was super excited.

We got popcorn to eat and pop to drink.  We were early enough to get really good seats.  Sir put the popcorn in his lap and the pop between us to share.  I was squirming in my seat barely able to contain my energy.  Sir gave me the look and I did my best to reign myself in and to sit still.

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Zoey’s a Phone Sex Pain Slut

The sting of your hand striking my pert, round ass cheeks.  The harsher sting of the strap and belt.  The deep reverberating thud of the paddle.  The sharp bite of the cane.  The cruel kiss of the single tail whip.

These are the sensations I live and breathe for.  These are the sensations my body craves to feel whole and satisfied.  These are the sensations that make my very most inner being soar and sing.

Pain is something that is understood by few and craved by even fewer.  Pain has the ability to cleanse and forgive and heal internal wounds.  Pain carries the power to transcend mere mortality and to become something greater than oneself.

I am a pain slut.  I embrace it.  I embody it.

Are you one of the few who understand what it means to transform pain into a thing of beauty?  To speak to my body through caresses of the cane or paddle?

How will you take me to higher planes of consciousness?

Zesty Zoey

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Torturing my Pussy phone sex

Sir was in a particularly evil mood.  He’s strapped me down spread eagle on the table.  The bindings were so tight I couldn’t even wiggle a quarter of an inch.  He set out the candle, the clit clamp, clothes pins, and the tens unit, and the electric dildo.

I knew I was in for a night of long, hard, arduous pussy torture.  I knew my pussy would be so sensitive I’d be forced to wear a skirt with no panties the next day.

Want to hear all about the evil things he did to my poor innocent pussy?  Cum and hear them for yourself.  *hee hee*

Zesty Zoey

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Brutal phone sex face fucking

My arms were tied to the foot of the bed as I kneeled on the floor at his feet.  I looked up at him as he stood over me feet spread apart his black slacks hugging his legs.  He slapped my face hard.

“You don’t have permission to look at me.” he reprimanded me.

I cast my eyes to the ground look at his bare feet only inches away.  Tears beginning to stream down my face.

He grabbed my hair and yanked my head up.  My eyes remained lowered not daring to displease him again.

I heard his belt buckle jingle and the whisper of his zipper.  Then his cock was in my field of vision.

Grabbing me by my throat he demanded that I open my mouth.  My jaw stretched down as quickly as possible.  I was rewarded with a hard, fast face fucking.  Drool and tears dripping down my cheeks and chin until he finally completely cut off my breathe cumming deep inside my throat.

Zesty Zoey

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Whored out to everyone at the phone sex bar

He dressed me like a slut.  Short short mini skirt, tiny tight strapless tube top.  He forbade me from putting on panties or a bra.  He did my make up himself.  When he showed me myself in the mirror I looked like a whore, and it made my pussy soaking wet.

He took me to a bar.  He was carrying a duffle bag in his left hand and guiding me through the dark building with his right.

Men stared at me as we walked by.  Looking at me like a piece of meat.  I could read their deviant thoughts on their faces.

He said something I couldn’t hear to the bar tender behind the bar.  Then he picked me up and set me down on the bar.  He set the duffle bag on a bar stool right in front of me and started pulling things out.

He tied a silk rope around my leg right above my knee.  He lifted my legs until my heels were planted on the bar and touching my ass exposing my pussy to the entire bar.  He flipped the rope to the back of the bar and I felt the ropes being tugged.  When I looked back, the bar tender was tying the ropes to things behind the bar securing my legs in place.

Then my date announced that I was open for business.

Zesty Zoey

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Spanksgiving Phone Sex

Four hundred years ago, King James of England issued an edict banning husbands from dispensing corporal punishment in the form of spankings. The king decreed that henceforth wifely transgressions would only be punished with rage, ridicule, and passive aggression. Clearly, this king never understood the spiritual values engendered by a good spanking. Husbands derived a sense of power administrating spankings. And wives enjoyed the firm physical contact.

Feeling marginalized, the leader of a pro-spank religious sect exhorted his followers. “Let us flee from this tyranny and sojourn in a land where we may spank our wives in peace.” So they left their homes to travel by ship to the New World. They named their vessel “Mayflower” after the traditional blessing “the welts on your arse may flower like roses”. After ten weeks at sea they finally landed at Plymouth Rock.

Once landed, John Smith spanked his wife with vigor. The others followed suit spanking their wives. Eventually, some friendly natives visited. The natives showed the Englishmen how to plant corn, beans, and squash. The ears of the Englishmen perked up when the natives taught them how to “tan hides”. John Smith announced, “Let us be thankful. Let us have a great party with lots of spanking, and invite the friendly natives.”

So they had the first Spanksgiving, and a festive one it was! The English husbands erected pillories to secure their wives during the spankings.  The wives removed their bodices and corsets. They entered the pillories and bent over to accept the spankings, paddlings, and whippings meted out by their husbands.  The Englishmen demonstrated the pleasures of spanking to the natives. They all enjoyed spanking Pocahontas. After the festivities, she could not sit down for a week.

Ever since that time Spanksgiving has been kept in our country. Each year Americans rejoice together with turkey, cranberry sauce, and lots of spankings.

Zesty Zoey

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Manhandled Phone Sex

I’ve been called tiny by many throughout my life.  I’m 5’2″ with my sneakers on and 112 pounds soaking wet.  All of my boyfriends have been able to wrap their hands completely around my wrist and then some.

Luckily, tiny doesn’t mean fragile.  Because I love to be manhandled.

I love it when a man grabs me by my hair and uses it to guide me to where he wants me.  I love being picked up by my throat from a kneeling position and moved to standing.  I love being flung from my back to my stomach, a arm of steel holding me down between my shoulder blades and a cock shoved in my ass with no other warning.

Does it make you feel powerful to be able to move me around like a rag doll?  How would you show me your superior physical strength?  I can’t wait to hear!  Then I’ll tell you how soaked my pussy is in return.

Zesty Zoey

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