I’d like to share with you a fantasy of mine. I hope one day to make it a reality, or at least some hot phone sex.

I live in a bit of a rough neighborhood. Its not so bad that I can’t go for a walk, more that I don’t want to be outside after dark without some sort of protection. One night I was headed home from the gas station up the street for some sweets, when I felt like someone was behind me. I turned around and saw a big, black, fifteen passenger van half a block back or so. I was just a bit paranoid, so I quickened my pace a bit, not worrying about it too much since I was almost home. At the corner from my house, the van pulled up next to me, and I felt my heart begin to race. Before I can comprehend what is happening, the side door opens, and a lanky man in black hops out, and heads towards me.

I am so lost with what’s happening, I don’t even run or shout out at first. My body and mind haven’t quite caught up with reality yet. By the time that I do, my efforts are futile. Even with my house in plain sight, there is enough screaming in my neighborhood on a regular basis that no one pays any attention to it. The man is behind me, pressing a cloth over my mouth and nose. I scream and kick, try my best to fight, but to no avail. I feel myself fading.

The next thing I know, I groggily awaken. I realize that I am crudely tied to a chair, with some awful rough rope, it must be twine or something. I tug against the bindings, and find them snug. I cannot see, something covers my eyes. And then, I smell it. Softly greasy, yet sharp scent, metallic and cold, and near my face. A gun. I feel it press against my face…

Want to help me finish out this fantasy? Give me a call.
Jynx

So it’s CBT Fetish Month..YAY ME!

I have to say, in the past few years, my kink has been maturing and defining itself into some rather delicious assortments of mouth watering, sadistic tendencies. What makes it even better, is that you enjoy that side of me.

I’d like to introduce you to something I’m very proud of…no, it’s not my tits…get your minds out of the gutter (oh wait, no leave them there, I like your dirty minds)…back on track…

I affectionately refer to this little blue case as my “Cropping Case” Those scrapbooking ladies, they have the best little carrying cases with built in pockets for every shape and size of tool we slightly evil and demented Dominant women may need. Yep, that’s right, I can carry this case around with me anywhere and all the ladies will just think I scrapbook…BWAAAAAAAAAAA…

Inside are nifty little pockets designed to hold glorious little implements of destruction…um..I mean pleasure. Let’s take a look, shall we?

I can bind you and band you,

clip you and snap you.

I can wrap you and tap you.

Rip you and smack you.

I can let you lick or

I can make you tick.

I can give you sensations,

through out your dick.

If you want to know more about what the CBT Cropping Case has to offer, come visit my website and I’ll take you on a private tour.

Oh, and don’t forget to mention CBT or Cock and Ball Fetish when you talk to one of our dispatchers. It gets you 5 free minutes even if you don’t want to talk about the Fetish of the month.

Call me now at 1-866-SEXY-832

Chaps~

Something that always turns me on, without a doubt, is wearing panties for two days (or more) until they reek of sex, and I take in a huge whiff and imagine all the intensity of the thoughts and actions that made them so creamy and caked with my juices.

And that’s just smell, I can’t wait to tell you what tastes do to me.

Until then,
Ana
xoxoxo

Don’t forget, tonight’s the night for phone sex trivia! If you’ve been playing along on our Facebook and Twitter feeds make sure to bring your answers with you to the game tonight to redeem your extra points (it could be the difference between winning and losing, after all!)

We’ll start the game at 7pm PDT in the BCB Chat Room. Hope to see you there!

Awwwww. They’re so cute! Your twitching cock and poor, pathetic balls…I’m sorry, did you not know what CBT phone sex means? I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt and assume you realize that “C” is for cock and “B” is for balls. Were you under the impression that the “T” stands for tenderness? *wicked laugh* No, my little soon-to-be pain piggy, “T” means a lot of things…

T is for…tying and trussing! Shoelaces, kitchen twine, hemp rope, barbed wire…I don’t particularly care what you use, but I do expect your franks and beans all wrapped up and presented to me like a gift of royalty. I am a foodie after all…Heh.

T is for…tickling! It’s amazing how something that makes you laugh and giggle can be excruciatingly painful when done to over-sensitized flesh. I love the mix of pleasure sounds, pain cries, gasping for breath, and giggling that tells me you’ve slipped over the edge and under my control.

T is for…teasing! Did you really think I’d go to all the trouble of working you into a frenzy, only to give in at your first plea for release? You underestimate me. I will tease the sperm into your dick, up to the very tip, only to pinch and completely close your urethra. The look of sheer desperations as you strain, struggle, and finally resign, letting your jizz painfully drain back into your swollen, aching testicles…Mmm!

T is for…torture! Yes, this is what the “T” stands for most traditionally. Sweet, sweet torture, the kind you love to hate. It will likely take the form of short, staccato smacks on that nutsack with my favorite wooden spoon or rubber spatula. Who knew kitchen implements could be repurposed so wickedly? *wink* (And don’t even try to lie to me- everybody has at least one of those items in their kitchen.) I’m also fond of putting on my sharpened animal-bone claws or a vampire glove and squeezing, scratching, slapping the length of your shaft, your engorged mushroom head, ready-to-pop balls, and tender taint.

T is for…Tonya! You know, me. The deviant phone sex goddess who is about to own your body, mind, and soul. Or at least your dangly bits.

So get something to bite down on or scream into, and call me for a wicked CBT phone sex call now!

Tonya
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We’ve been having a hell of a lot of fun playing our silly little free phone sex trivia game every month in the adult chat room around here, and this month we can’t resist the temptation to stretch things out a bit. Who doesn’t love a little long, slow, pleasurable teasing towards that final climactic moment? Heh. Thought so.

To that end, we’ll be posting a series of questions on our Bay City Blues Twitter Feed and Facebook page over the coming week. Keep the answers to yourself and bring them with you to the next trivia game on Tuesday, May 8th. Each correct answer will be worth a certain amount of points, so make sure to come by the trivia game and claim your advantage! Don’t forget, we’re playing for free phone sex here!

Look for Cindy, Chaps, Jenna, and Tonya in the studio audience on Wheel of Fortune, Monday 4/30 and Tuesday 5/1!

That’s right, darlings, we’re going to be on tv! You see, I’m an unabashed lover of Jeopardy and Wheel of Fortune. I recently took the Jeopardy online contestant test, though I don’t think I did very well. The questions seemed a lot harder than the ones on the air, but maybe that’s just wishful thinking on my part. I haven’t heard anything back from them, so I’m not thinking I did very well. Besides, why do you think I started doing a monthly trivia night in the BCB chat room? (Don’t forget our May game is right around the corner!)

But I really want to get on Wheel of Fortune. I can usually guess the puzzles with only 2 or 3 letters showing, the byproduct of growing up without television I suspect. Unfortunately, I couldn’t make it out to the coast when they held contestant auditions a few months ago at Chinook Winds, and I’m still kicking myself. Anyway, I did manage to get my shit together enough to send in a request for tickets to the Wheel of Fortune taping in town, and I just had to invite some of the BCB phone sex babes to come with.

Of course, we got all dolled up and managed to finagle VIP tickets once we got there. Don’t ask- it’s a long story- but after years of event production, trust me I know how to play the game. We ended up sitting only about 10 rows back and on the aisle, prime camera positioning. The cameramen seemed to linger on us an awful lot…Ahhh, the power of breasts. Hehehe. Anyway, we were there for the Monday 4/30 and Tuesday 5/1 tapings, so tune in tomorrow and Tuesday, and you just might catch a glimpse of me, Cindy, Chaps, and/or Jenna…

Tell me, what other phone sex website features REAL women like us who actually know and like each other? I’ll hold my breath for an answer to that one like I’ll hold my breath waiting to hear from the folks at Jeopardy.

Tonya

Ava and Ana here. We’ve been in total slumber party mode for like two weeks, now. Lot’s of kinky phone sex was had. We’ve pretty much got global domination strategies on lock and know just exactly what to use you sissy sailors for.

First, You’ll be changing into some very fancy dresses that we pick out just for you. No complaints during this financial domination phone sex or you’ll walk the plank, bitch. One of us will begin to style your hair and the other will be acting as your make-up artist. Dark purple and Teal/gold are definitely your colors.

After you’re all prim and proper, we’re going to put your ass to work! First, we’ll need you to entertain us with dancing and a sweet little song we will dish out at random. Next, we’ll need you to help us practice our art skillz by being our own personal canvas. Our canvas must first pay in full for the paints and brushes that touch his skin. Not only that, Where is the money for the manicures we’ll need after we’re done using you??? Just open your wallet up and fork it over, slut.

After we tie you to the tree in the front yard to dry (and for our neighbor’s amusement) It’s time to be drained of all your hard-earned cash.

All of your money belongs to us. Every last bit of it. We make you weak with desire. Admit it. You can’t resist giving us all of your money and watching us giggle furiously spending it.

Your financial destiny starts with us and ends with us. We are your Alpha and Omega. We are your EVERYTHING. It gives you infinite joy to watch us funnel all of your cheddar into our decadent lifestyles. Nothing makes you happier than being milked dry by two young phone sex sluts like us.

Call, E-mail, or IM us to apply to be our Financial Domination Phone Sex slave.

xoxoxo,

Ava and Ana

AvaFire.Ana@gmail.com

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I quit smoking about a year ago (minus a couple weeks of backsliding here and there. But hey, I’m not perfect and I’m betting you’re not either,) and I have to confess sometimes I like thinking back on some of my more memorable smoking experiences. In honor of Fetish of the Month I thought I’d share this little vignette with you.

It was a nice, balmy day in Amsterdam. Late summer, the sun obscured by a thin covering of clouds, cool air coming off of the canals even in the waning afternoon. Away from the crowds of frat boys looking for Koffee Shops and cheap sex shows the roads were quieter. Locals riding their bikes to and from work and late afternoon lunch dates made little whirring and clicking noises on the cobblestones. Boats moored along the sides of the canals drifted slightly, bumping into each other with hollow wooden sounds. My traveling companion was somewhere inside the hotel, sleeping off an epic hangover. (The beer in Amsterdam was much better than the food. Win some loose some.)

Walking outside I thought about finding a little cafe for some hair of the dog, but decided against it. Instead I walked down the canal a little ways until I found a reasonably clean bench to sit on and watch the world go by. Perfect time for a cigarette. I pulled a beat up packet out of my pocket and opened it up to reveal one final, slightly crumpled cigarette remaining. Better than nothing, I thought to myself as I put the butt to my lips and lit it, inhaling deeply. The smoke combined with the freshness of the air off the canals was better for my aching head than any combination of ice water, alcohol and caffeine ever could have been. I exhaled long and slow, tendrils of smoke curling around my face and hands before finally dissipating over the surface of the water. It was a beautiful afternoon, and one of the most enjoyable cigarettes I’d ever had.

Now if only some cute dutch stranger with a penchant for smoking fetish had come and sidled up next to me on that bench….

Cindy

I must share with you an extreme phone sex fantasy of mine. To be truly claimed by another human being. Not by wedding ring, or by collar, but by the way that the other animals do it, I want to be claimed as property by being pissed on. There’s something so primal about it I can’t seem to help myself. I have it worked out exactly in my mind too.

We would get a hotel room, because there seems to be something extra sensual about the anonymity of a hotel room, there could be anything going on behind those closed doors, you could be anyone, and best of all, you don’t have to clean up the mess. After a wonderful day of having fun about town, a lovely meal, and a few drinks, we would grab a bottle or two of wine and retire to our room.

Soft and gentle this would begin, for once, because this will be a night to remember, a night that I will forever be truly yours. We kiss, softly, but passionately, our tongues intertwining, exploring like new lovers even though we are no longer. A breath. You stroke my hair, and I nuzzle under your chin. I close my eyes and feel the softest pressure upon the top of my head. I don’t need to be told what that means, and drop slowly to my knees, head bowed, and legs spread wide.

Your hand comes up under my chin, lifting my head, looking me in the eye. “Not tonight, dearest,” you whisper, and I wonder what you have in store. I cock my head to the side for a moment, and undo your pants, shoving them to your knees. I glance up for a moment, looking for something to stop me. Seeing none, I greedily take your dick into my mouth. I am lost for a moment, filling only that need I have deep inside me, to please you, and I know I am. I am lost to you, but I know you will protect me. A tap. I must come back to reality.

I sit back on my haunches and peek at you out of the corner of my eye. “Are you ready to become mine, for now and forever? Something more than a collar can ever give you?” I gasp inwardly. Deep down, I know what this means, and I have been waiting, and wanting for it so. “Yes, yes Sir.” You smile down at me, stepping closer. “Good girl. Now close your eyes and open your mouth.” I grin inwardly and do as I am told.

Within seconds I feel it. The warm liquid pouring into my mouth and all over my body. I swallow a mouthful before I am told. It seems to go on forever, you were obviously prepared for this. I must resist the urge to rub it into my skin, to touch myself as you piss on me. I know there will be time for that later. As for now, I know, I am truly yours.

Call me and let’s live out our extreme phone sex fantasies together
Jynx