Blackmail phone sex with Mr. M is one ongoing weekly hot nasty call after another involving tricky taboo elements to keep me soaking wet with a dominant twist …his domination of me.

I know, right? A blackmail roleplay adventure with ME as the victim? Only a very talented domme could win me over with subtle sexy tones and a boss secretary roleplay that included my daughter in college and two of his friends and, of course, a dog. It started as a very vanilla seeming call, (which Mr. M assured me it was not,) and I believed him. Its rare for me to give up control, but his condescending, confident tone made me wet. I allowed him to take over the conversation and it went like this…

I was his secretary, and I had stolen 25 grand from him so I had to do sexual favors blackmail until he said I had paid the debt. He threw in some guys raping me in a hotel as I laid there, waiting for him as directed. He made me tell him that I got laid. So he was fucking me in every hole as I recounted every detail of how big the guy’s cocks were and how much I loved fucking them.

He never raised his voice, he never wavered in his authority.

I came over and over as he brought in my college-aged daughter and said that he was going to have her watch me get fucked because I owed him money and I had to fight back. I told him I’d rather go to jail then have him manhandle my daughter. Then he brought the dog. After my k9 adventure, it came to my attention that she knew all along. He paid her five thousand dollars for being in on me doing ANYTHING to save her from him. This is some fucked up Andi kind of shit.

My blackmail calls with Mr. M are always hot hot hot! This week we did a mommy/son roleplay where he was an adult son living at home and he finds some tape with me acting like a whore at a swingers party. I have to commit to a subservient role, and I do so very willingly as his twisted, talented tongue makes me ask to get fucked and he brings in other people and characters every time. I have been putting this blog off for awhile… not because he doesn’t deserve a highlighted thank you for being a dirty yummy twisted fuck, but because I hate to admit. I’m his whore. At every turn, I cum so fucking hard being victimized by him and hearing his dark melodic tone makes me soaked each and every time.

How the fuck did I become the whoroine of every tale? Because I love every fucking second of it;)

For hot reverse blackmail phone sex come on over,

If you have the taboo thoughts and the mind and voice to command me.

Don’t come half-assed, trying to top me from the bottom.

Go ahead and try to win me over,

The dark is afraid of us Mr. M.

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