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Who’s Your Fucking Mommy?

Mommy Phone Sex
“Who’s your fucking Mommy?” I screamed as the whip bit into his ass cheek again. “Fuck you’re my Mommy, Goddess!” He was sobbing on my bedroom floor, cowering before me. His back was lashed up, his ass, and I’d even managed to flick the tip of the whip off the head of his dick – right on his piss hole! That’s why my pathetic slave was huddled up and over, afraid to even breathe. I lashed at him again. “Worship me you fucking little slut.” I snapped. He crawled over on his hands and knees, begging me for mercy and forgiveness. He began licking over my boots, desperate to be used like the worthless meat bag he was. Setting down on my dressing bench, he crawled under my feet and knelt there – my new ottoman. Just as a man should be. Men are stupid, and I don’t respect them.


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