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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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.

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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Thoughts on Being Submissive Phone Sex

Being submissive is about power.  Some people need to take or have power to feel powerful.  I need to give it away.

My personal power comes from serving others.  This does not make me weak or a door mat.  It is simply who I am and what brings joy and meaning to my life.

It takes a great deal of strength to give away your power to another.  Too often society pegs submissive men and women as weak-willed pushovers with no sense of self or regard for themselves.  Anyone who gets to know me knows just how feisty and opinionated I can be.  *grins*

If you enjoy an intelligent strong willed submissive who loves to serve and please then I’m your girl.  Whether it’s intelligent laid-back conversation or an intense scene or role play where I submit to your every fantasy, I look forward to serving you.  From romantic to raw fucking, I love it sex and sexuality in all its forms.

Zesty Zoey

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Punishment Paddling Phone Sex

Sir came home and I could tell by the look on his face that he was furious about something.  I brought him a glass of iced tea and knelt at his feet stroking his leg, offering him comfortSir simply sat on the couch looking down on me with that look on his face.

“Were you out today?” he asked.

“Yes,” I replied “I was running errands.”

“Mark said he saw you driving across town at 1pm today.” he said levelly.

“Yes, I was heading to do the grocery shopping for the week, Sir.” I responded.

Sir took his cell phone out of his pocket and keyed up his text message screen, “Then why did I get a text from you at 1pm?”

I hung my head.  I had been missing Sir and in the moment was only thinking about reaching out to him.

“Go get the paddle.” he commanded me.

I didn’t argue.  I jumped to obey.  We’d had this discussion before.  I’ve been working to break the habit of using my phone while driving.  I just wasn’t thinking, and I know there are consequences for not using my brain.

I handed Sir the discipline paddle.  A 21-inch pine paddle with 12 holes drilled into it.  Without needing to be told, I lowered my jeans and panties and bent over the arm of the couch.

I guarantee I’ll remember not to text and drive for a very long time.

How would you punish me?

Zesty Zoey

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