Dear phonesex slaves,
We all know that forced intoxication is a wonderful way to let go of our inhibitions and to cave into our taboo fantasy desires.
I wanted to talk briefly about one of my recent callers that was really into forced intox. He called me up around 6:30am this morning, tweaking his tiny brain off on powder (something I know as soon as I hear it! lol) and so drunk that his belly couldn’t hold an ounce more of the spirits! One of the first things he told me as he was laying out lines of snow on the coffee table was the he was absolutely NOT a faggot! (Yeah, right, I thought!) Anyway, I got this little forced intox fool was so fucked up on powder and green (not mention how drunk he was) that he was confessing his deepest secrets to me. He begged me to make him a sissy bitch with my strap-on at first for some strap-on play. But I know that any fucker that craves strap-on phonesex is really just another limp dick closet faggot! So I forced him to do some big fat lines and puff hard on his green so that my forced intox slave bitch boi could be all loose for what I had in store next.
I won’t give away all the dirty details of this little closet faggots forced intoxication phone sex call, but by the end he was not only sucking dick and taking it up the ass like a good little forced bi, no-limits phonesex slave. This forced intox bitch was so fucked up and degraded by the final moments of our call that he was begging and jerkin his limp dick as hard as he could to a fantasy that is so taboo that I am not even allowed to speak of it here!
So hurry up all slaves, run to your telly’s and call up Mistress Tatianna your Extreme Fetish and Humiliatrix FemDom.
Remember all my lovely’s to ask NICELY for Tatianna if you want to play around with a little mindfucking by forced intoxication, which leads to many other naughty, kinky and taboo experiences.
888+662+6482
AIM: XxxCourtesan666
Yahoo: Xxx_Courtesan_xxX
Do a little research on your Goddess Tatianna.
Soon you will all be singing these lyrics to Supermassive Black Hole by Muse:
“Oh baby, don’t you know I suffer?
Oh baby, can’t you hear me moan?
You caught me under false pretenses,
How long before you let me go?”
And I, your new addiction, wil never let you go. . .
