I could tell you some mind control sex stories that would blow your mind — and your load.
Tomorrow is my three year phonesex-iversary, and in my time at PSK I’ve accumulated (and told) some pretty fucking extreme mind control sex stories. Humiliation phone sex is the name of my (sadistic, deranged slut) game, and one of my favorite techniques to achieve this non-nirvana is controlling your cock first. And by “controlling” I mean castrating further, of course!
Nothing pleases your cruel Mistress, quite like the proverbial new caller revealing they want to be humiliated. Sexually or psychologically or both, it makes to difference to me. My only preference is that I take you to the point of tears, regardless of what’s WRONG with you. I’m going to take you on the verbal abuse phone sex un-joyride of your (pathetic, miserable) life.
Real losers know that NO ONE wants ANYTHING to do with their disgusting, nasty dick. And a beautiful, dominant woman like myself = especially uninterested and/or REPULSED, naturally. I don’t give a fuck how “big” (or better yet, hilariously tiny) it is. Attached to you = I’m NOT fucking interested. EW!!!!
Recently, one of my more perennial humiliation phonesex clients returned for another refreshing, much-needed dose of my “honest feedback.” Dickless closet faggots AREN’T like snowflakes. They’re predictable, boring, mediocre at best. However, I DO find myself shaking my head even more than usual while talking to this pathetic fuck. I’ll refer to him as “PF” for short.
This un-special snowflake has a 3-inch “dick” and his only sexual activity = being brutally raped and degraded by his (heterosexual, alpha male) neighbor. PF began our first call this week by regaling me with his most recent abuse/”sex” encounter with his neighbor, who left him with a stretched-out, cum-filled asshole and a black eye.
TO BE CONTINUED . . .
