What is “age regression phone sex”? Age regression is a fantasy involving the person being aged backward, sometimes just to a younger age but sometimes all the way back to infancy or even the womb. Lots of movies and books have age regression components in the storyline, but when you’re calling me for age regression phone sex it’s because me regressing you turns you on sexually.
Being that I am a humiliatrix and enjoy the finer things in life such as small penis humiliation and generally helping men cry, I tend to gravitate towards femdom-themed age regression phone sex scenarios.
I’m throwing a party at my house. One of my girlfriends decides to bring the new guy she’s been seeing.
“Hi there. You must be Ryan,” I say, offering my hand. He’s too busy scrolling through his phone. I roll my eyes and offer him a drink anyway.
He grunts out something I guess I’m supposed to interpret as “sure.” Ugh. Who is this loser? I shake my head but get up to fix him what I’m having, a whiskey and coke. Whatever. My drink needed freshening up anyway.
Throughout the evening, I couldn’t help but notice what a helpless man-baby Ryan was. He seemed incapable of listening to anything anyone else had to say, particularly women and exuded an air of entitlement that really made me sick.
Age regression phone sex is a tried-and-true treatment for shitty man-babies everywhere.
Basically, this dude had been pissing me off all night with his rude behavior. But the last straw came when he decided to change the music I’d put on. I was playing a fun party mix of Le Tigre and Gravy Train!!!!, but this idiot had the nerve to get up and put on SKA.
“You have got to be kidding me!” I shouted aloud, spitting my drink out.
Complete dumbass that he was, he somehow “mistook” my disgust for enthusiasm or approval. What a dipshit! This man needed to be stopped.
I went to fix him another drink. This one had a fourth ingredient: age regression tablets. Cheers, fucker!
I watched them dissolve with satisfied glee. Ha. Good, now the party was really going to get started.
“Hey, wow, you must be thirsty! Thanks for taking over as DJ! Not sure what I would have done without your help!” I said with my best poker face. I batted my eyelashes coquettishly, icing on the facade cake for this dope.
Slob that he was, he downed the whole glass in one brutish gulp. Ew. But perfect. God, men are so disgusting! And then he licked his ugly little cocksucker lips at me as he handed me the glass back. Gross. Time to age regression this dumb fuck!
By the time I came back in from washing his “alpha male” germs off the glass, I knew Ryan would be feeling funny. He clutched at his throat, moaning and trying in vain to get himself to puke up that drink he’d chugged. I couldn’t help but burst into hysterical laughter.
Where will I punish you during our age regression phone sex call? In public or in private? There’s only one way to find out.
Before our eyes, Ryan had regressed back to his early 20’s. Undoubtedly a time he felt more “virile.” Ugh. I turned off that awful “music” and pointed my finger at him menacingly.
“Nobody plays ska at my house, you stupid fuck!” I screamed at him.
He mumbled something at my friend about how I was a crazy bitch and he wanted to leave, but she was laughing at him by this time, too. We all were.
END OF PART 1. READ PART 2 NEXT WEEK!
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