Forced Intoxication

Oh you sneaky panty thief losers will do anything you can to add to your collection. While doing laundry today,three black thongs disappeared mysteriously. My first assumption was that the guy was a panty sniffing pervert, but since the panties vanished from the dryer, I’ve determined the guy is a sissy slut instead. I mean why else would a panty boy steal my sexiest black lace thongs? I bet he is totally wearing my panties right now under his business suit. Appearing completely normal on the outside, he is probably rock hard with satisfaction. I totally wish I had caught the sissy bitch. His ass and throat would be so fucking sore after I gave him a demonstration with my strap-on. If he wants to be a true sissy slut, he is going to learn to suck cock and take it in the ass like a total slut. Any sissies that call me today should expect a brutal humiliation phonesex session. XO MaryJane

1888.662.6482

AIM: amusemaryjane / YIM: magicalmaryjane

When I was out the other night and had a few drinks, My insatiable urge returned. I needed a cigarette. Not just any, but Dunhills, in the light blue box. Everything I want and have is superior, let us not forget how discerning this Mistress is. I went to the corner bodega and purchased a pack. As soon as I brought the first stick to my lips, I was filled with anticipation. I inhaled deeply, letting the smoke escape my nostrils and lips slowly and seductively.
When I returned home, proud that I had managed to get in relatively early and with My pack of smokes in hand, whom did I see standing at My door but a little slave I had toyed with awhile back. Obviously he needed more. I was not in the mood for much intensity as I was tired and had to get up early for a meeting, so I had an idea. I knew of a way that I could force My slave into submission without too much work. I made him follow Me to the balcony. I took out one cigarette and lit it. I had My slave lying down on his back with his hands and feet curled up, like a puppy. I smoked a bit more. Then I needed to ash. And where was My ashtray? On the tummy of My little pathetic slave, of course! He is an excellent human ashtray. I smoked a few cigarettes, burning them out lightly on his skin before completely extinguishing them in a flower pot. Inhale, exhale, ash. Such simplicity. It brought joy to us both. When I tired of smoking I led My slave back into the house and ordered he leave the premises. He, of course, complied. I think we both ended up having a surprisingly happy and peaceful night that night.

Control is what drives my kinkiest phonesex sessions….absolute control over your every need and desire. Addiction and weakness is what motivated you to find me.  Are you unsatisfied with all of those unsavory urges? You feed the addiction numerous times alone, but you never quite scratch that itch.  I am exactly what you need to satisfy all of your dirtiest desires. I know what you crave and the ability you lack to control these addictions as easily as I do. Forced intoxication gives me complete control over the substance that your senses cannot live without.  I know you need it and  you will beg incessantly for just a taste.  The high I crave is hearing the urgency in your voice,  you pleading complete subservience to me, and vowing that you will do absolutely anything for your forced intox mistress.  Submit and you will obtain the rush you crave and the satisfaction you need.  Your limits will be pushed, your mind blown, and all of your filthy desires exposed.   XO MaryJane

1888.662.6482

Aim: amusemaryjane / Yim: magicalmaryjane

Getting dirty for me has never been an issue…My appearance is very elegant and constructed, which normally not a match for a dirty girl. But I completely love being absolutely filthy. Dirt, paint, sweat, or cum…anything or any reason to be completely trashed and used. My imagination of course is constantly filled with filthy thoughts and fantasies to occupy my daytime….after hours I surround myself with the kinkiest fuckers around just to maintain my sexual appetite. You should not be concerned about hiding all of your taboo phonesex fantasies from me. You can attempt….but you boys just never do a very good job keeping secrets. Face to face I can tell many things about a man….on the phone even more. Phone sex is about letting all of those twisted desires out. Hesistant lets try a little alcohol to losen those lips..all of your filth will come out easily after a forced intoxication session with me. A little memory loss is your only concern, but after a mindblowing night with me..who fucking cares? MaryJane

AIM: amusemaryjane / YIM: magicalmaryjane

1888.662.6482

You exhale and feel the immediate gratification…exhilarated and tingling from the last hit….I observe you. Grinning, your eyes roll into the back of your head, I know you’ve reached the peak. Drugs are quick, but your addiction to me offers you so much more than the instant high. My voice soothes the pangs of weakness that accompany your descent, and I alone will allow you to indulge further….plunge further than you ever have. You watch my lips…wanting permission to take that next hit…all of your desires are under my control. Will I be a kind forced intox mistress to a pleading sub? You are addicted and helpless….my sadistic urges are fed by your squirming and moaning. Perhaps I will give in and let you sup greedily from my cup of poison….the drug that you ingest will allow you no pleasure silmilar to that which I offer…How can a pathetic slave boy resist a drink from his Mistress? Forced intox is what you crave, but your obedience is required. XO MaryJane

1888.662.6482

AIM: amusemaryjane / YIM: magicalmaryjane

I know your weakness….it’s painfully obvious.  Even the strongest men have a tendency to falter in front of a confident, attractive woman, but guys with this kink give in so easily. They are begging to be noticed, like lost puppies, they search for a domme willing to own them in the any crowd.  I constantly encounter these men throughout the city. Dressed so smart in suits and so smug in their ability to conceal their urge to submit.  Submission, placing complete control in the hands of another and entrusting that your urges will be fed until satiated. Your limits will be pushed until you desire to obey my every whim without question.  You will entertain me, my friends, and suck any dick I request with enthusiasm.  Forced Bi Phonesex allows you to quench the most subservient urges, becoming a slut for my amusement… you will be used in any way I find entertaining.  Crawling to your Femdom, you crave my prescence, my approval, and  strap-on.  Licking and savoring the cum that remains off your lips, you will gaze in complete admiration for the woman that  has finally brought you to your knees. ..exactly where a cockslave should be… XO MaryJane

AIM: amusemaryjane / YIM: magicalmaryjane

All inhibitions are abandoned….any remaining self control is drowning in the numerous highballs that sit menacing in your belly. You slur and stumble…but make no attempts to resist. You know you’ve had too much….you are a few sips away from being a lifeless man-puppet.  Alcohol was what you thirsted for, but forced intoxication granted the loss of control you craved. Obeying orders, the hand that provides each mind-wasting dose is your own. So willing to sip poison for my amusement…you lose all concept of time and begin to divulge secrets upon request. A weak, horny phonesex slave willing to consume upon command any amount to please his humilliatrix, your true addiction is serving. Your sick urges are fed. Awaking sore and hungover, you recall small glimpses of tasks performed for my amusement….all memories blurred and surreal. The taste of booze lingers along with the anticipation of the next binge. XO MaryJane

1888.662.6482

AIM: amusemaryjane / YIM: magicalmaryjane

When I entered the bar, his stare instantly gave him away. He seemed secure behind his mask, but I was not fooled by the wall of cockiness erected to deter intimidation. My senses for perversion are keen, and as a domme the stench of neediness is what perks my interest most. I approached him. My actions are forward and unexpected, but the power I hold over you is undeniable. Attempting to outdrink me was the first mistake, but the boy’s lingering gaze on every passing bulge was his downfall. I saw penis envy in his eyes, and the possibilities to humiliate and degrade were numerous. Small cock humilation was familiar to him, and he fought hard to avoid another disappointment. Drunk and lured into the bar restroom…the pathetic loser was on his knees begging for taunts and permission to cum at my feet. My laughter and threats of forced cocksucking were exciting. He lacked the self-control to contain his dickspit…shooting it into the floor and on my shoe. He became a human mop…cleaning the filth off of my heels and the floor. A cum eater loves the humiliation and craves the taste of their own failure. XO MaryJane

1888.662.6482

AIM: amusemaryjane / YIM: magicalmaryjane