Heel Worship Phonesex

844-332-2639 ext. 205

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

844-332-2639 ext. 205

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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.

Worship Me, Then Phonesex

844-332-2639 ext. 205

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.

Phonesex Smoking Fetish Slave For Me

844-332-2639 ext. 205

Hello bitch, I almost didn’t notice you there, mind if I smoke? I don’t care about your opinion either way; I know I look so fucking hot. I know your pathetic cock is already so straining at the thought of me. You probably do the pathetic little pinching that passes for masturbation for you for hours. Now observe as I place my all white cigarette to my soft, full, red, glistening lips and light it. Isn’t that sexy? Watching me take a drag from my feminine cigarette is hotter then anything you’ve ever seen, isn’t it, pet?. I know you want to watch me coldly exhale the soft white cloud into your face. To laugh. To flick the ash at you. It’s all you deserve. You should feel blessed I would even take the time to blow my smoke in your face… you know that, right? A goddess doesn’t need to waste her time on losers like you.

Your worthless little cock can’t help it, it loves me, My beautiful face, My voice, it responds to something so simple as me smoking in front of you..  Hands off the cock, you little slut, you haven’t asked nor paid me, have you? That’s right. I’m so seductive when I smoke. It’s enough to drive a real man wild, And you? Well. We needn’t list your inadequcies, it’d be cruel of you to expect me to notate them all. I know you worship me. Open your mouth. Close your eyes.

You’re getting even stupider as you stroke away, watching me smoke. You worship Austra, don’t you loser? Say it, say it over and over.

“I worship you, Austra. I love you, Austra”

Good bitch.

You will fall in love with me. I’m perfect, my seduction clings to and winds its way losers, just like my smoke drifting around and coiling about you. You can’t help but worship me. I am perfection. You’re going to cum for me as I smoke and laugh in your face?

Yes, you are, you can’t help yourself.

I know, I understand pathetic little loser perverts like you.

I am manipulating you, twisting you into my puppet, addicted to me, to my smoke.

It’s already too late if you’re this far you little slut.

You’ve read to much. Idea’s sprout in minds, if you weren’t going to lose your will to me, you wouldn’t be reading this.

You’re lucky to be my ashtray. Maybe I’ll become used to using my shoe on your dick to open your lid.