Category Archives: Slave Training

Humiliation Phone Sex: A New Start

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Just when I thought the internet couldn’t get anymore entertaining and hilarious, I found out about these:

edible anus

That’s right, folks. For a nominal fee, you can literally eat someone’s ass. And for about 1900.00 you can get a bronze casting of the butthole of your choosing, even your own!

Bronze Butthole

With Valentine’s Day being right around the corner, I personally think that would make an awesome gift for just about anyone. They even have glass, heart shaped anuses for sale! I’m so excited, aren’t you? So just remember, guys, if any of you want to give the gift that keeps on giving, consider buying your honey bunny, a piece of your ass.

I mean it’s better than sending her a dick pic, right? Which brings me to my next topic: Dick pics, humiliation, and the real purpose of toothbrushes.

Had a lovely call with my new slut “Toothbrush Boy.”  Why is he called toothbrush boy? Well, my dears, because TB has a bit of a problem. He’s addicted to being humiliated, and he enjoys being punished by Goddess Savannah, for touching his cock, without permission.

Which is exactly what ended up happening, when he called me. Little did he know, that his punishment would be something he wasn’t soon to forget. After working over Toothbrush Boy for a good 20 minutes or so, I found out that he enjoys getting things shoved up his ass. Case in point: He was in a hotel room, didn’t bring any toys with him… but he did have a toothbrush.

I’m sure I don’t have to tell you what happened to that toothbrush, because you can pretty much put two and two together. But I will also have you know, that I’m huge on oral hygiene. So before TB was allowed to cum, I made him brush his teeth. *wink*

The following day, I received this lovely letter, from TB:

Goddess Savannah:

Following your instructions, I just provided your tribute. How unbelievably humiliating it is for me to have to do this. It was my money and now its yours 🙁

I am at work sitting next to a beautiful co-worker who is less than 1/2 my age. Little does she know what a perverted fucker she is working with and how I dream about fucking her. At the moment, she has her shoes off and looking at her bare feet is making me horny! Probably will need to go to the bathroom to jack off.

Going to ask a favor. I am proud of my dick and would like to share a picture of it. May I send you the picture? If you will look at it, I would be very happy to hear your thoughts.

I reviewed your blog this morning. Your pictures are so fucking beautiful!!! And yes I agree with your statement that “Men will literally fuck anything.” I once bought a roast at the grocery store, took it home and carved out a cock-sized hole. Then I put it in the oven for a few minutes at a low temperatures to make it warm and moist. Then I took it out and placed it on the floor. My god I came so good inside that piece of meat!

Thank you for your time and I do hope you enjoy the Tribute.

As you can see, Toothbrush boy is a real piece of work, and it’s not beneath him, to fuck a chicken if the urge is strong enough…. poor chicken.  I hope he at least honored the chicken, by finishing his meal when he was done.  Now I did warn TB, that anything he sent me can and will be posted on my site. Including his lovely letter, and a picture of the offending chicken fucker penis:
my dick
Hmmm.. A little to the left, huh? LOL!  Like what you’re reading so far? Make sure to check out my store on Adult Phone Pal, and buy yourself a treat, tribute me, or purchase my slave application.. if you dare.

 

 

The Woes Of A Mad Phonesex Scientist

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You know what’s great about me being me? I never run out of ideas, and my poor callers can’t keep up with me. You know what the downside to being me is?

I am incredibly clever, and incredibly talented and creative, but I’m also incredibly lazy.  Case in point: Podcast. Ran into a snag with it and just never bothered to follow up and fix it.

Case in point 2: This blog. While I do love writing down my thoughts and sharing them with you, my lovely audience, I seldom find the time, or MAKE the time to update this blog. So basically a lot has been happening, and I’ve been a very busy lady, but I have failed you in the blogging department.

So what’s new? Well, I’ve all but given up on podcasting, but I decided I would throw some recordings up on here, because it’s easier for me to do; easier than jumping through hoops for iTunes which is far more work than I thought it would be.

I’ve also put up a new phone sex recording on Niteflirt, titled: Slave Training Story: Part I. It is the shocking tale of love, lust, betrayal, and strawberry cheesecake.

Kidding about the cheesecake.

But it does explore the world of slave training, and transforming a man into an obedient pup, and putting him under heel where he belongs. I’ve noticed lately, that quite a few men are delving into their feminine side; their submissive side, and their curiosity has been peaked, regarding slave training and the role reversal that entails submission and surrender.

And let me tell you.. men will do anything you tell them to, if you activate your inner womanly radiance and power of the P. They will bark like a dog, dress up in a tutu and fuck me pumps if you’re so inclined to demand it. And they will do it with a smile. Why? Because they’ve come sniffing for what’s between a woman’s legs, and what ever glittery devil vagina magic awaits them behind door number one.

Of course, there are plenty of men who enjoy being knocked down a peg, by a woman who isn’t going to put up with their shit like everyone else does, and it makes them salute right in their shorts just thinking about it.

So here’s the scoop, kittens. I’m offering custom recordings, but I need to know what you want to hear, feel, see when you close your eyes. And the slave story is just the beginning. So click the link to purchase the slave story on niteflirt, and then shoot me a message and let me know what makes you tick.

Better yet, just call me! It cuts down on the amount of boring, imbecilic drivel I have to subject my oracular optic orbs, to. Say that three times fast, yeah? So call Phonesex Savannah and let’s get this party started. Happy Friday!