Heel Worship Phonesex

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These boots where made for walking, specifically, walking the fuck over you. I want you to lay down, on the ground, and press them into you. Feel your skin yield, your muscles soften, feel you yield, whimper. Feel the breath gasp out of you when I stand on your chest.

I want to use just the heel of my stiletto. And gently grind it into your nuts, not enough to cause lasting damage, but I want to luxuriate in the pain. I want to see you weep, pet.

I want to hear you cry.

And thank me. Thank my boots. Love my boots, worship them. Lick them.

Then if you’re lucky, oh so lucky.

I will flip you over on your belly.

And force my heel in to peg your dirty ass, bitch.

Austra

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You’re a phonesex joke

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You’re just sitting there in the corner, watching you’re fucking wife getting fucked like a whore, huh? What the fuck is the matter with you? Fucking loser. You have to be here, listening to me, reading what I say, while you’re using your hand, watching some other fuckhead man screwing what should be your property. What a fucking, truly pathetic, joke. But this is what turns you on, isn’t it? You stupid little fuckhead. No pussy for you, just spit and a palm, can’t even use lube, huh?

Stroke your joke of a pecker. Sit there, like a fucking loser, in a puddle of your own spunk juice, and listen tome, while I go on, and on, and on about what a fucking pathetic embarrassment you are to your gender. Fucking sissys and trannies are less of a joke, at least they want to be someone, not like you.

And you’re going to thank me for the privilege.

Because you’re pathetic.

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Interrupting my schedule for a few moments, I thought for a brief instance I’d pause to answer a question I get posed nearly every time I go off to have fun with some slut or pervert before the games begin. You have to understand, even if it may be hard, that I am a wicked creature and filled with all kinds of dark, sultry needs.

I like to bathe in hedonistic pursuits. Intelligence is a must but I’m more then aware most entities out there aren’t as smart as me, and certainly none as beautiful.

You can’t possibly like anything I wouldn’t find some way to enjoy, even if you have to realize its about me. Not you. It’s never about you, slut.

I want to be able to follow my dark desires no matter what they happen to be and I do, no matter what you want I’m going to find things that please me. Your sickest desires are games for me. I want to wallow in deceit and fear, I want to suckle at the teat of depravity. I can be a perfect innocent little creature, but deep down?

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Worship Me, Then Phonesex

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Introductions are in order. You are beneath me. I am Austra.  It’s a pleasure to meet me, I’m sure, and pleasure is what I deal in. I’m the girl your mommy warned you about. I’m the bitch you never had the guts to talk to. I’m the redheaded intelligent deviant that can fuck up everything for you.

I like to fuck. Every kind of fucking imaginable. Your body. My body. Your mind. Your life. Your soul. Your wallet. Your family. Your friends. Everything about you is something smooth, soft, and willing for me. You’ll find there’s no other ways about it, pet.

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Mindfuck Reprogramming

Close your eyes. Empty your mind. Shouldn’t be hard, idiot. Not much in there other then your own pathetic desires regardless.

You’re being strapped to the chair. Its in the center of the room. Everything is tied and secure, you can’t barely move anything, other then a small amount of slack with your hand upon your cock. You can keep stroking it. Who’d imagine a faggot like you couldn’t.

No door. There was light but you don’t know from where. And then the off blue stattaco glow of a monitor in front of you, your head is strapped down. You can’t move. Just squirm.

Your mind is going to be rewritten. Every. Single. Thought.

You’re going to be a dumb cumslut cock lusting braided whorish bimbo. You’ve got no choice in the matter. The girl on the screen says to obey. She’s the only thing there.

One voice in either ear. So soft, so sensual, so femine, each one telling you more and more things about your new life.

You girly little cumslut. You won’t remember your own life anymore, so may as well listen to what the pretty girls want.