Vituperative loser’s revenge phone sex

He was the type of loser I made fun of in high school and ignored in college and at the clubs.  Frumpy, pudgy, a regular nobody loser.  He’d taken shenanigans from girls like me all his life.  He’d been planning and plotting his revenge for as long as he could remember.

He’d captured me and held me against my will chained to his bedForced me again and again to swallow his cum from his pathetic little cock.  I was punished for any laughter or derisive comments.  Having to feel his sweaty blubber heaving over me as he forced himself into my ass and pussy was so humiliating.

I guess even losers have a breaking point and will get their revenge.

Zesty Zoey

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I was a holiday party phone sex slave

Sir set up a holiday party for his friends and employees.  Sir made sure I was waxed and tied pretty bows to my neck, wrists, and ankles.  Then he laid me out in the middle of the party room and covered me in snacks and cookies and surrounded me with cups of punch.

As the guests mingled and enjoyed the party they would tweak a nipple, hand feed me a bit of food, or slip a finger into any one of my exposed holes.  By the end of the night, I was covered in crumbs and my pussy was so wet it was dripping between the cheeks of my ass.

After all the snacks were eaten off my naked, prone body, anther submissive was brought out and commanded to lick all the crumbs from every inch of my body.  Sir must have been pleased with my performance that night because after all the crumbs were cleaned away I felt her tongue dip between the folds of my soaked pussy and begin to clean there as well.

Zesty Zoey

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Winter Warming Painful Phone Sex

Winter has arrived and I have been trying not to complain about it being cold.  There are some days though when I just can’t help myself.  Sir is always telling me to put panties, socks, and a sweater on when I complain I’m cold.  The sweater I don’t mind, but panties and socks!!  I hate wearing stuff on my feet and panties just seem to be one of those articles of clothing that get in the way.  There are so much more fun ways to warm up my pussy than covering it with panties.

This one day, Sir had enough.  He said he was going to warm me up and tied me to the spanking bench before stepping outside.  He came back with a fresh cut switch and then got the capsaicin and a butt plug out of the drawer.  I promise you, I was quickly howling from the heat.  I put on the damn socks.

Zesty Zoey

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Trussed up for you to use phone sex

What would you do if you came upon me tied and gagged and blindfolded and open?  Would you be noble and untie me?  Gather me into your strong arms and assure me everything is going to be ok?  Or would you take advantage of my waiting vulnerable body?

Would you be able to resist my open inviting pussy?  Spread wide, begging you to fuck me brutally hard.

You can hear it calling to you, can’t you?  Call me up and tell me how you would use my sweet subbie body. Trussed and ready to be your victim.

Zesty Zoey

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Hot and Cold Phone Sex

Sir had me tied down on the bed spread out for him just the way he likes.  I could see the flickering candle and the insidious tray of ice cubes just sitting there, waiting.  Sir’s fingers traced my body lightly tickling me and waking up every single nerve ending.  He had me squirming on the bed, my body so alive.  I watched as he picked up the candle and dribbled the wax on strategic parts of my body.  I moaned at the warmth spreading throughout my nerve endings.  When he put the candle down, I began to beg.  I knew what was coming next.  I tried in vain to close my legs as he selected two ice cubes from the tray.  Smiling his evil Toppy smile he pushed an ice cube deep into my pussy.  Then used the other to trace around the edges of the hardening, cooling wax.  I squirmed and screamed out in ecstasy as he continued to torment me with the changing sensations until I came just from the intensity of it all.  Of course, even then, he wasn’t finished with me that night.  Want to hear what happened next?  Just give me a call and I’ll tell you every overwhelming detail.

Zesty Zoey

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Caned with 12 of the best Phone Sex

Naughty little submissive like me deserve 12 of the best with long thick punishment canes.  I try my best but sometimes, my best just isn’t good enough is it?  Don’t you just love the sight of me bent over grabbing my ankles?  Don’t you enjoy the quiver in my voice as I am made to count out each stroke.  Don’t you enjoy that gasp or squeak or cry out that escapes my lips as the cane bites into the skin of my tight ass?  Don’t you love the red striped welts you create with every swing of your arm as you punish me for my disobedience or disappointment of your expectations for me?

Do you have what it takes to give me 12 of the best?

Zesty Zoey

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Skylarking antics lead to otk paddling phone sex

My antics and exuberant skylarking have been known to end up with me face down over Sir’s lap.  My backside bared and my legs trapped between his.  A liberal dose of the otk paddle seems to have a calming effect on my spirited nature.  After a hard and fast ass warming, I often find myself on my knees and elbow getting fucked like the naughty little slut that I am.  I’m well behaved for a day or two but soon the soreness wears off and I’m back to my skylarking bratty antics and find myself in the same predicament I was in a few days prior.

Zesty Zoey

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Princess Zoey’s Humbling Phone Sex Part 4

“Much better,” the King commended me after my latest performance, “However, there is one orifice yet to be used by my jesters.”

Looking up from the ground where I was crouched, I waited for his final command.

“I don’t think I’ll leave it to my silly jesters to take you there though.” he stated looking down at me and meeting my eyes.

Still refusing to speak, I continued to glare at him as more of my fate was determined by his sadistic whims and desires.

“I think an alliance needs to be made between our kingdoms.  When I heard of your betrothal to the Prince in the kingdom beyond mine, I knew I had to step in.” the King explained standing up and descending from his throne to stand before me.

“Why your parents allowed you to wait till you were 27 to marry you off is beyond me.  You are beautiful and wild, any man would have agreed to take you as his wife in a moment.” the King commented, walking around me as I sat back on my heels so I could maintain my seething stare with him.

“My parents allowed me to pick my own husband and I was not ready to marry until I found the man who would compliment me the best.” I explained wanting to defend my parents’ progressive raising of me.

“Well, their stupidity is my gain,” the King mocked and then called “Bring out the vicar and my son.”

The King’s son Geoffery had an even more sadistic reputation than his father.  Geoffery had numerous bastards spread throughout his kingdom and a reputation for taking what he wanted from whomever he wanted it.

From their prisons high above the court, I heard both my parents cry out in protest. They were quickly quieted by guards standing below them poking spears between the bars.  They were forced to watch helplessly as I was about to obviously be married off to the Prince and our marriage to be consummated in front of an entire court of watching courtiers.

I was quickly hand fast to Geoffery and when the official ceremony was over, the King called for his son to celebrate with the public consummation of our marriage.  In a last moment of bravado and panic, I jumped to my feet and bolted for the nearest door.  My hasty escape was thwarted when the Prince grabbed me by my hair yanking me backwards.

Laughing at me, he ordered two chairs to be brought into the throne room.  Then he picked two of the women courtiers in the room to have a seat on the chairs.  Positioning me between them, so that I was facing them, he told them each to take one of my arms and to hold on tightly.  If they let me go, they would be flogged.

They each grabbed one of my arms tightly, wrapping them around their waists and securing my arms around them by the back of my elbows and under my arms.  My breasts were hanging down obscenely and I felt the Prince kneel behind me.  I heard him spit and then felt his hand swipe between the cheeks of my ass.

“Hold on tightly.” he ordered them once again.

Then he shoved his cock all the way into my ass.  My entire body bucked and I could not hold back the scream that was wrenched from my lips.  Nor could I stop the tears running down my cheeks.

I could hear his grunts and laughs as I struggled against my captors as he roughly fucked my virgin ass hard and deep.  He grabbed a fist full of my hair and pulled my head back ordering me to look into his eyes as he came deep in my ass.  When he pulled out, the King patted his son on the back and congratulated him on his beautiful new bride.

Zesty Zoey

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Princess Zoey’s Humbling Phone Sex Part 3

“Take her to the cross,” the king suggested to the jesters.

Smiling to one another, they half walked half dragged me over to a large wooden X shaped piece of furniture.  At each point of the X were shackles.  I was made to face the X and my wrists and ankles were secured within the shackles.  The jesters took turns taunting and pinching and poking me in various places.  I stared at the wood in front of me and gritted my teeth trying to keep any sound from escaping my lips.

“Jesters, do you think she did a good job servicing you with her mouth?” the King questioned.

“Your majesty,” replied one of the jesters, “We found her performance lack luster and disheartening.  We are hoping other performances to be more energetic.”

“Perhaps she needs some incentive,” the King said ominously, “Have the executioner bring his whip.”

I couldn’t see anything other than the wood in front of my face.  I could hear giggles and gasps and people walking around behind me.  Someone came up behind me binding my hair to the top of my head, exposing my back.

Then I heard the king command 25 lashes and before I could take a breath, a searing pain etched across my back.  Each bite of that whip forced the wind out of my lungs.  After the fifth strike, I could no longer hold back the screams.  I was once again begging for the torture to stop.  I would do anything if they would just stop.

After the 15th strike I felt wetness oozing down my back, trickling down my buttocks and the back of my legs.  Then I heard my mother begging the king to stop this madness.  His only response was to laugh and to threaten her to shut her mouth or I would receive an additional ten lashes for her insolence.  I didn’t hear another peep from my mother.

When the 25th lash had finally been administered, I slumped in my restraints, my head hanging forward pressed against the wooden beams in front of me.  The jesters hands were on me again, releasing me from the shackles and dragging me to the floor in the middle of the room.  I was unceremoniously dumped to the ground where I tried to push myself up on my knees to look up at the king grinning sadistically.

“Now, you will service my jesters with your body.  You will be energetic and enthusiastic.  For if you beg or argue or resist, 25 more lashes of the whip await your future.  Get up on your hands and knees and beg the jester of your choice to fuck your pussy.” the King commanded me waiting for me to fail at the task and to give him a reason to whip me again.

Glaring at him in defiance of allowing him the satisfaction of seeing me at the mercy of his executioner, I pushed myself to my hands and knees, looking up at the jester to my right and said in the sweetest voice I could muster, “Please Sir, will you fuck my sweet pussy?”

The jester, giving me a mocking smile replied, “Well, how could I deny such a sweet request from a lady such as yourself?”

Then with that he knelt behind me, forced my face to the ground, opened his pants and shoved his cock into my pussy.  Biting back the yelp as he pushed past my hymen, I began to rock with his thrusting motions.  As his thrusts opened me up making his passage easier, something inside me began to build.  Every time he thrust into me I could feel pressure building until suddenly the pressure broke and I came while he fucked me hard from behind.  I screamed again but this time not from pain.

Cumming on his cock brought the jester to his own climax and he thrust deep inside me and his cock filled my pussy with his seed.  When he moved away, the next jester took his place.  He shoved his hard cock into me fucking me with wild abandon.  Wrapping his arm around my waist his fingers found a very sensitive spot between my legs and began rubbing it.  Another explosive orgasm over took me.  I cried out from the intensity and this time begged him for more.

I heard the King say something mocking to my parents about having a slut for a princess.  I was too overwhelmed by the once again building pressure to pay attention to anything he was saying now.  When I climaxed a third time, the second jester came with me.  I could feel their combined cum squishing out of my pussy and dripping onto the floor underneath me.

Zesty Zoey

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Princess Zoey’s Humbling Phone Sex Part 2

My words fell on deaf ears as the jesters quickly jumped up and made quick work of picking me up and tearing off my gown and petticoats revealing my naked body to their eyes and the eyes of all the other onlookers.  The men were wiry and strong and my struggles were futile.  I was dragged to a wooden beam with four legs supporting it.  I was strapped down upon the beam, my back and ass exposed to the air and the wood edges pressing cruelly into my stomach, breasts, and pussy.

From a rack of implements designed to torture a person, each jester picked up a leather flogger.  After first bowing to the king, they began to dance and sing around me.  Then they began to bring those floggers down upon my skin.  Each thrash brought multiple sensations of being stung by wasps.  I tried to keep my cries to myself, knowing that this was what they wanted, to hear my torment.  With the three of them raining down blows is quick succession, I hadn’t know such searing pain and it wasn’t long before wails escaped my lips, not just of pain but of shear embarrassment and shame.

The blows rained down and the screams were torn from my lips.  As two of the jesters continued to beat me with the floggers, the third walked up to my head, opened his breaches and stuffed his foul smelling cock right into my mouth.  My screams turned into gags and noises of disgust and distress.

The king laughed and said “That’s a much more pleasant sound.”

I struggled to pull my head away but it was held firmly in place.  This new noxious instrument of torture and humiliation began to slide in and out of my mouth.  Every time he pressed deep inside me I gagged and was so thankful that I had an empty stomach or I would have embarrassed myself further.  Tears streamed down my face as he fucked and chocked my mouth and throat until finally he grunted and my mouth was flooded with his cock cream.  I swallowed it down to keep from choking and he slid his limp cock from my mouth and to my horror another was ready to take his place.

I was forced to endure this degradation with all three of the laughing dancing men.  When they each had abused my mouth and forced me to swallow their seed, the stinging blows of the floggers finally stopped and I was untied and lifted to my feet.  The king slowly applauded and I optimistically thought that my humiliation was coming to an end.  I was regrettably mistaken, my ordeal had only begun.

Zesty Zoey

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