Forced Intoxication Phonesex

You exhale and feel the immediate gratification...exhilarated and tingling from the last hit....I observe you. Grinning, your eyes roll into the back of your head, I know you've reached the peak. Drugs are quick, but your addiction to me offers you so much more than the instant high. My voice soothes the pangs of weakness that accompany your descent, and I alone will allow you to indulge further....plunge further than you ever have. You watch my lips...wanting permission to take that next hit...all of your desires are under my control. Will I be a kind forced intox mistress to a pleading sub? You are addicted and helpless....my sadistic urges are fed by your squirming and moaning. Perhaps I will give in and let you sup greedily from my cup of poison....the drug that you ingest will allow you no pleasure similar to that which I offer...How can a pathetic slave boy resist a drink from his Mistress? Forced intox is what you crave, but your obedience is required. XO MaryJane

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Strap On Phonesex

I know your weakness....it's painfully obvious. Even the strongest men have a tendency to falter in front of a confident, attractive woman, but guys with this kink give in so easily. They are begging to be noticed, like lost puppies, they search for a domme willing to own them in the any crowd. I constantly encounter these men throughout the city. Dressed so smart in suits and so smug in their ability to conceal their urge to submit. Submission, placing complete control in the hands of another and entrusting that your urges will be fed until satiated. Your limits will be pushed until you desire to obey my every whim without question. You will entertain me, my friends, and suck any dick I request with enthusiasm. Forced Bi Phonesex allows you to quench the most subservient urges, becoming a slut for my amusement... you will be used in any way I find entertaining. Crawling to your Femdom, you crave my prescence, my approval, and strap-on. Licking and savoring the cum that remains off your lips, you will gaze in complete admiration for the woman that has finally brought you to your knees. ..exactly where a cockslave should be... XO MaryJane

AIM: amusemaryjane / YIM: magicalmaryjane

Forced Intoxication Phonesex

All inhibitions are abandoned….any remaining self control is drowning in the numerous highballs that sit menacing in your belly. You slur and stumble…but make no attempts to resist. You know you’ve had too much….you are a few sips away from being a lifeless man-puppet. Alcohol was what you thirsted for, but forced intoxication granted the loss of control you craved. Obeying orders, the hand that provides each mind-wasting dose is your own. So willing to sip poison for my amusement…you lose all concept of time and begin to divulge secrets upon request. A weak, horny phonesex slave willing to consume upon command any amount to please his humilliatrix, your true addiction is serving. Your sick urges are fed. Awaking sore and hungover, you recall small glimpses of tasks performed for my amusement….all memories blurred and surreal. The taste of booze lingers along with the anticipation of the next binge. XO MaryJane

1888.662.6482

AIM: amusemaryjane / YIM: magicalmaryjane

Humiliation Phone Sex

When I entered the bar, his stare instantly gave him away. He seemed secure behind his mask, but I was not fooled by the wall of cockiness erected to deter intimidation. My senses for perversion are keen, and as a domme the stench of neediness is what perks my interest most. I approached him. My actions are forward and unexpected, but the power I hold over you is undeniable. Attempting to outdrink me was the first mistake, but the boy's lingering gaze on every passing bulge was his downfall. I saw penis envy in his eyes, and the possibilities to humiliate and degrade were numerous. Small cock humilation was familiar to him, and he fought hard to avoid another disappointment. Drunk and lured into the bar restroom...the pathetic loser was on his knees begging for taunts and permission to cum at my feet. My laughter and threats of forced cocksucking were exciting. He lacked the self-control to contain his dickspit...shooting it into the floor and on my shoe. He became a human mop...cleaning the filth off of my heels and the floor. A cum eater loves the humiliation and craves the taste of their own failure. XO MaryJane

1888.662.6482

AIM: amusemaryjane / YIM: magicalmaryjane