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As Mister’s submissive part II

BDSM call preview 4I wrote “As Mister’s submissive part I” a long time ago and promised I would share more about my time as Mister’s submissive in the future. It’s hard to remember the details of the relationship after so much time has passed, but reliving it to write this post has been fun.

In my first post about the relationship, I explained some of the rules Mister had for me and what I did in service to him. I did not go into the times we played, so I thought I would focus on that in this post. The first night I spent with him, I kneeled below him at the table when we ate dinner. After eating, I served him an apple martini, made to his specifications. We fooled around a bit but I don’t recall much else of what happened that evening. In the morning, he went to work and gave me a list of things to clean in the house. He came back at lunch and inspected what I had done, expressing how pleased he was with me. Then he took me to his dungeon.

It was appropriately located in his basement, which was small but had just enough room to offer variety in play. At the bottom of the stairs and to the right was a St. Andrews cross with whips hanging on either side. To the left of that was a futon for aftercare and fucking. On the other side of the futon sat “the tower”. It worked just as a wooden horse does, but was constructed a little different. There was a tall wooden pillar with a removable block near the bottom that could fit into different slots depending on the height of the submissive being used on it. Once seated on the tower, the submissive’s ankles could be tied so her kneesBDSM call preview 3 pointed down, causing immense pain to her pussy as her weight pushed her harder on to the block. On the far side of the dungeon was a chair that a person could be tied to with legs spread for various types of torture. Mister built all of the furniture with incredible skill. Opposite the BDSM furniture was an armoire which held implements for beating people, items to do electricity play and needle play, hoods, cuffs, sounding instruments and more. The walls were painted red and the floor was covered with mats suitable for wrestling.

When I saw the dungeon for the first time that afternoon, Mister didn’t have a lot of time to play with me so I only got a taste of his sadism. He had me stand facing the St. Andrew’s cross and instructed me to raise my arms up, hold them out at a “v” and place my hands on the top of it. I watched out of the corner of my eye as he got a whip off the wall. There was a pause as I stood there naked and terrified. My pussy started to leak. He cracked the whip in the air so loud I jumped and then he began striking it against my back. Before that night, I had been struck by hands and a belt; both delivering what kinky folks call “thuddy pain” rather than “stingy pain”. Often times, submissives and masochists have a preference in type of pain. The whip that afternoon was my first taste of sharp stingy. It would be much, much later that I realized I prefer thuddy, but will eagerly take stingy to please the person hurting me.

I took the pain and after he left to return to work, I admired the red marks in the long mirror in the dungeon, in the bathroom and later, at home.

Some weekend later, I arrived at Mister’s house after a long week at work. He pushed me against the wall in the kitchen and kissed me hard. He told me to make him an apple martini, a drink for myself and to meet him in the dungeon. When I got there, I was trembling. Mister had a very imposing way about him. He was 6’5’’ and as he often said, his skin color (a dark black- but his race did not add to my fear, personally) and bald head did not help. His Fetlife page showed his list of kinks which were heavier than others and within his pictures were images of very bruised women he played with. He would say he was put off by the fact that people thought he was scary, but I think he secretly liked it.

I kneeled in front of Mister where he sat on the futon. I handed him his martini and sipped mine. He had his laptop in front of him and a tripod with a camera on it facing the St. Andrew’s cross. He asked if I was ready and I nodded and took a big gulp of my drink. He told me to stand in front of the cross and he put boxing glove like things on my hands as the broadcast to his cam show started. He lifted my mitt-covered hands straight above me and BDSM call preview 1chained them to a hard point in the ceiling. Then he put a hood over my head and began beating me. He used a baton on my thighs. He had a habit of doing even hits. Four medium-hard hits to my left thigh, two hard ones, three more medium ones and then a whale. He would repeat this on my right thigh. I hated the rhythm of it. I loved the play, but knowing it would end in one extraordinarily hard hit at the end gave me an unpleasant feeling of anticipation that I never ended up shaking in the time I was with him. He beat my breasts with his fists and kicked my cunt with his boot. Then he stood behind me and pushed my face up to his. I liked the feeling of closeness. He started to choke me and after squeezing my throat a few times, I passed out. He must have noticed something because he asked if I was ok. I said, “yes” but found out later that it was the wrong response. He didn’t actually know that he had choked me out and considering I had passed out, I was supposed to say I wasn’t ok. But he didn’t know it at the time, so we continued playing.

He removed the hood and unchained my wrists from the ceiling and pushed me on my belly. He started flogging my back. I love the flogger. Even when it’s incredibly painful, it is my favorite implement. On its own, it probably wouldn’t have caused me to break down, but I was frightened after passing out and after a few more strikes of the flogger, I started crying for the first time in my experience as a bottom and submissive. The play ended then. He gave me a little aftercare- mild snuggling and showed me what the people viewing the cam show were saying in the chat room.

Some weekend later, Mister threw a party. I helped him prep for it and shyly mingled with his guests once things got going. I met a lot of Mister’s friends for the first time that night including a man they called Iron Hands. He was an avid rock climber and his hands had become so tough he earned that name. At some point, I was standing near the basement door when Mister turned to Iron Hands and said, “get her”. Mister grabbed the hair at the back of my head and Iron Hands pushed me to my hands and knees. Mister forced me to crawl down the basement stairs and when I got to the basement, Iron hands started beating me with his hands, sometimes open and sometimes balled up in fists. He beat me for a long time. Sometimes even kicking me. He would ask me questions while he hurt me and my response was always, “I don’t know.” I was so meek in my submissive position, I couldn’t answer him in a more straight forward way. My response always made him laugh before he’d hit me again. After a time, he had me on my belly and he used a chain to hog tie me. Finally, it hit me. This man was in incredibly good shape and he wasn’t going to get worn out before me. I never wanted to call “red” (the universal shout to stop), but I asked him, “Am I going to have to say ‘red’? When will you stop?” and his response was, “I’m not going to run out of energy any time soon.” So I said it and he stopped beating me.

My time with Mister was full of excitement. A lot of parties, a lot of play and devoted service from me. It was relatively short – only three months long, which was as long as my second D/s relationship with Michael (more about that in a future post), but an experience I’ll never forget.

A Day in the Life of Lucy 2

Thought I’d share day two of “a day in the life of a cam girl”. I got an early start on this particular day which brought about a lovely surprise call from an old regular I haven’t spoken with in quite a while! The day started at 6 am:

  • Call from old regular who hasn’t called in a while. Suspect he’s calling from out of the country based on his accent (though I’m not actually sure). I think I may have missed him due to changing my hours a while back (used to start at 5 or 6 am regularly) and the time difference. Tease phone sex call. Teased with breasts and asshole then let him stroke and he came quickly and loudly.
  • Long cam show with submissive/sissy guy. He showed me pictures of himself looking sexy and girly while he watched me touch myself.
  • Talk to some callers on Skype and Candy.
  • Update blog.
  • Did hot BDSM phone only call. The role play was as follows… I no longer fucked my husband. He calls phone sex line while I’m upstairs. Realizes it’s me on the line. Goes upstairs to confront me. Yells at me for doing it and says since I advertise rough BDSM calls, that he’s going to make me feel pain. Says he’s going to fuck my ass since I never let him do it before. Fucks my ass hard, hurting me while I play with my pussy. Then comes in my pussy.
  • Research video editing program.
  • Send mass email.
  • Respond to some texts for non-NF site from potential and current callers.
  • Cam show, topless. Suck toy for him while watching him cum.
  • Respond to texts.
  • Take Dom call from someone who makes my panties wet with very few words spoken in that deep, sexy voice of his.
  • Research video editing program more.
  • Respond to texts.
  • Degrading call from regular who has one of the most unique fantasies/shows I’ve ever done. It is part M/s like, part “other-world” in that this is the sort of fantasy that is something that would never actually happen. Sort of like living in a comic book (which I think is how he presented the fantasy originally, if I’m remembering right). Always get excited when he writes me on Skype because I might get to slip into his world again.
  • Role playing cam show in which the caller caught me masturbating and we end up fucking.
  • Pantyhose cam show
  • Ate lunch
  • AOE for a few min.
  • Talked about potential shows on Skype.
  • Reply to texts.
  • Cam call with dominant caller. He fucks me without condom while I beg him to put one on, as I don’t want to get pregnant.
  • Caller does incredibly hot cam to cam show in which he buries face in ass, fucks my tits, licks my pussy then fucks me.
  • Talked about shows on Skype.
  • AOE for a little while.
  • Received and responded to email from fellow cam girl exchanging ideas.
  • Cam to cam jack off session. Lick pussy from behind. Fuck me.
  • Talked about shows on Skype.
  • Heavy BDSM call. Cane, cuffs, anal toy, dildo in pussy and nipple clamps.
  • Skype, texting and emails about calls/shows.
  • BDSM discussion call with a man who has called me a few times now. Always enjoy discussing his experiences and having him question me about my sexual history (in particular as a submissive, but also generally).

Sexy Resolutions

Happy 2015, my kinky friends! There is no better time for sexy resolutions then the start of a new year.

In truth, I’m not one for making a resolution for the new year. I always thought it was sort of cool to constantly work on improvement and made a silly point of avoiding the annual grand gesture long ago. This year is different. For the sake of keeping my blog a place for hot, naughty fun only, I’ll keep the reason to myself. The cause was extraordinarily moving, and the effect was that when I woke up on January 1 (and oddly not a second before), I allowed the feeling of change to fall over and penetrate me; causing me to think about what I’d like to see improve in my life.

So, here it is folks! A short list of the areas of change to my life that I hope will bring a smile to your faces and a hard on in your pants:croppedNF

  • Some small updates to the pages on my website which will include new pictures and possibly some updates to other parts of the pages. I’ll post an update here and Tweet as the changes are made so that you know when to check them out.
  • New Goodies! Including part one of a filthy store I wrote (which is not currently a Goodie Bag, but can be purchased here) and the long awaited part two, which is nearly finished.
  • New blog posts, after eight months of no updates! I’m hoping to produce kinky news about once or twice a month, possibly more.
  • New Tweets, which will likely include pictures you’ll never see on my blog so please be sure to follow me @FilthyCall.

I’m also working on changing one of my cam listings to offer an exciting service for dominant and sadistic callers. I’ve put a note in to Play Fair at NiteFlirt about what I can and can’t do with this listing. Once I hear back, I should be able to get the listing changed out. I’ll post and Tweet about it once the change is made, so be sure to check back.

No promises on whether or not this last change will enhance my life as a cam girl, but I will be signing up for classes at a sexy workout place at the end of next week. They offer floor/chair classes, pole dancing and more naughty, sweat-inducing fun! I’m super excited about it and based on the handful of classes I’ve taken there in the past, I have a feeling that this may mean I’ll be able to perform some hot moves for callers, but again, no promises. At the very least, it may help this slutty girl feel even sexier!

Before I sign off on my first post for the new year, I wanted to take a moment to thank my callers. I’ve been back at full time phone sex and cam for just over a year and a half and it has been a blast! I want all of you to know how much I appreciate you. Regardless of how we do it (phone sex, cam shows, text/IM sessions, quickies, marathon calls, etc.) and what we do (suck and fuck, love making, strenuous rope shows, wickedly creative beatings, foot worship, sissy play, cuckolding and everything in between), it is you, my callers, who make this the best fucking job I’ve ever had. I can’t say it enough. Thank you!

As Mister’s submissive, Part I

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My younger years through age 33, I put myself to sleep with a unique sort of lullaby. No sooner would my head hit the pillow before I would start imagining scenarios that included surrender of control and receiving pain to and by a man or multiple men. It wouldn’t be until I was about 30 years old until I realized just what these fantasies meant.

As a young adult, a friend gave me a copy of Story of O for my birthday. I read the back cover and a few pages one evening and called her up the next day asking, “Why did you give me this book?” She said, simply, “You are submissive.” Years would pass with little more than a bit of dabbling in online chat before I would explore my submissive side.

First there was D. He lived many miles away from me. We had a brief encounter; my first involving pain. Then there was P, who helped me explore humiliation, pleasure, pain and rope. I may write stories about them at another time. I will start with Mister and Miss, two people I spent three months with just beginning to learn where I fall sexually and romantically as polyamorous, a service submissive and a masochist.

Mister identifies as a sadist and Miss is his submissive who identifies as a switch. We formed a triad relationship for a whirlwind three months. I followed Mister and Miss’ orders in all things, but as Mister’s submissive, I deferred to him above all.

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Click to see the goods.

When it comes to service submission, this was the very best of times for me. Mister, no question, got the best of me to date. I have since become not as quick and happy to serve others and believe this is a good thing because it is very important for a submissive to give to those most deserving of his or her service. I had to learn this at some point.

I kept Mister’s house clean, ironed and laundered his clothing, cooked for him and when he cooked, I chopped things, kept up with the dishes and fetched what he needed to prepare his meals. When he hosted parties, which was on a nearly weekly basis, I was made to dress in a bra, apron, panties and heels. I would serve and care for his guests. Through it all, my panties

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(the few times I wore them) remained absolutely soaked. Mister had rules for me: unless given permission, I did not use furniture, I was naked in his home and I only ever called him Mister or Sir. Days in which I was not with him, I would text a picture of what I was wearing for the day in the morning and a naughty picture in the evening. I was required to wear an anal plug ten hours a week, spread out however I liked. I got credit for double time if I wore the plug while at work (at the time I worked in an office). I was permitted five orgasms a week, when not with him, but I needed to ask his permission before having these orgasms. I could date and play with others, but I had to ask permission and have discussion with Mister before doing so.

I loved the rules, the structure, giving him control and serving him. I craved receiving pain for him. I have not, before or since, felt the delicious fear I felt when playing with Mister. For the entirety of the three months with Mister, my pussy was a gushing faucet.

To be continued…

Playing with the Whip Master

Last week, I received a call from a very nice, very kinky and dominant man, Whipmaster. His tone was sweet and his mind was creative and after playing with him three times and chatting over Yahoo IM for a week, I fear I am hooked.

On our first call, I told Whipmaster that I had some jute rope. I had bought the rope a few years ago when I first entered the scene at a class I attended; the first event I went to which turned out to be the beginning of me turning my years of fantasies into reality. I don’t get to use the rope often. I want it used on me and my lover doesn’t have the skills yet. Whipmaster sounded excited and inspired when I admitted I had two lengths of it. He ordered me to tie the rope to the bed, glide it along my back and up between my legs. While laying on my back, Whipmaster told me to jerk and tug on the rope so that it would burn and stimulate my clit. I came.

We set up a cam show a few days later. Whipmaster ordered me to be naked when he called. I was to appear on cam with red lipstick on my lips, my 5 ½ inch heels on my feet, my dog’s collar around my neck and nothing else. Feeling very submissive toward my new caller, I did as he said and was happy that I had pleased him with my obedience. He had me repeat our first call so that he could actually watch me cum on the rope. Then he had me stand up and walk with rope wrapped around my body. I felt a little timid and a bit humiliated, walking around my apartment with rope up my cunt and nothing but heels and a collar on. But I loved it. At the end of the session, Whipmaster had me attach my dog’s leash to the collar and I wrapped the leash around the chair, pulling on the chair, feeling his control over me.

On our last call, Whipmaster had me lay back on the bed. He saw that I had my two lengths of rope wrapped beside me. He had me whip my inner thighs with the rope. I enjoyed feeling the harsh spank on the sensitive skin on my legs almost as much as knowing that Whipmaster was excited about hurting me.

Kinky toys: fishnet body stocking, leash, collar, chains, clothespins, locks, rope, cuffs and crotchless panties.

Kinky toys: fishnet body stocking, leash, collar, chains, clothespins, locks, rope, cuffs and crotchless panties.

To my incredible surprise and delight, Whipmaster decided to give me some kinky toys to use when we play. He sent me out with a shopping list:

Two 28-inch dog chains
One collar
One leash
Four locks with four keys

I went shopping on Sunday with a friend I met in the scene, Miss Loving. She and I started at a pet store. She was impressed with Whipmaster’s list and was double-impressed when she noticed that the store carried what she calls “people collars not dog collars”. The collar we picked out has a ring in the middle of the collar, rather than it being beside the buckle. Miss Loving explained IMAG1619that this location would actually be bad for a dog, therefore it is a “people collar”. We then stopped at Dom Depot and bought the locks.

I’m so excited about the fun I’ve had with Whipmaster so far. He has named me his bondage/pain (or b/p slut) and remote slut. As much as I enjoy quickies with my callers, it’s the relationships that develop between me and my callers that really make me want to turn my phone lines on. I can’t wait to see what Whipmaster has in store for me!

Lucy’s Submissive Phone & Cam Sessions

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Hi there, guys! Let’s talk a little bit today about BDSM, shall we?

I should go ahead and tell you that I’m a switch. That means I’m neither totally dominant or totally submissive. I can go either way, depending on the general vibe that I get from my partner. Once I start leaning in a certain direction, though, you can count on me being totally submissive or totally dominant in that scene with that partner. I’m not the type of girl to do things in half measures!

Truthfully, I find myself leaning more and more to the submissive end of the spectrum nowadays, but every now, then right kind of submissive can turn my head and leave me longing to tower over him as he kneels at my feet.

I have long felt the call to be on my knees. I almost always find that type of man through my submissive phone sex line!

Pretty nice, huh?

Talking to real dominant men on the phone is always great fun. I especially enjoy it when they slowly lead me down the path from mild to wild. It can be humiliation, pain play, or a combination of both. When I make up my mind to submit to someone, that means that I am up for pretty much anything he (or she) can throw at me.

But there is one thing that’s even more fun than regular submissive calls, and that’s submissive cam sessions! I love doing things that my Dom/mes tell me to do, so if they can watch me as I do them, then that makes the whole experience that much more intense.

Are you interested in a submissive phone sex call or webcam show? I would love to make it happen for you. Why not give Lusty Lucy a call?