PHONE SEX LINE CROSSING…WILL YOU RISK ITALL?
Phone Sex…Do you want to know one of the BEST PERKS of PHONE SEX? Anything can and DOES happen. Every once in a great while…you have the eXXXtreme pleazure of finding the perfect “subject”. I believe I have in my arsenal…just such a purrfect little, pet. Let’s call my pet, “Flame”, because he exudes HEAT. How do I begin to explain the absolute THRILL that courses through me from he moment I see him? He’s usually wearing something frilly and pink for Mistress. And it MUST be sheer. I have to see his ass, cock and balls. My world…MY RULES! Anything that brings my pet humiliation only makes my pussy wetter. Only he has NO IDEA on the latter. LOL. Fucking him isn’t even on the radar. Are you kidding me? He’ll NEVER get THAT! As IF his cock could ever get hard enough to even TRY to be with a Humiliation & Domination Mistress like me! Don’t believe me? Just watch!
So it was Phone Sex that first brought me into “Flames” apartment. I’m immediately in the kitchen, where he has set out all manner of food stuffs…And by stuffs..I DO MEAN STUFFS. Haha. He’s wearing my favourite pink ballet skirt. He knows Mistresses tastes…Mama just LOVES a good learner. On his torso is a wife beater…It makes me chuckle internally. I would NEVER have my sub see me laughing…makes me too…HUMAN I suppose. He spins on bare feet before me and I am again DELIGHTED by the signage upon his weak, pathetic back. On paper, it says,
“Pathetic, Excuse For A Man. Needs To be Humiliated, Abused and Degraded By Mistress. No Mercy!!”
I let out the smallest giggle of pleazure knowing the lengths he would go to in the “sir”vice of his divine Mistress. Oh, this one was a keeper! I sat waiting for the floor-show to begin. And I didn’t wait long. He next appears before me sans the shirt with the signs and parading his happy ass around with my name written backwards across his forehead. Yes! Now, he IS a bit impetuous and at times leans toward talking back to his Mistress…Any decent sub KNOWS damn well, you NEVER question the Mistresses edicts. Unheard of. But, we’ll get back to that.
Flame delighted in showing off his Christmas gifts given him by those who actually respect him in their daily life. How low can you go? Giggle. Someone had gifted him expensively with a bottle of Johnny Walker Blue. Hmmmm. Must be liked by someone…So, I immediately instructed him to pour…Oh no, no! not for me! A Mistress, even a Phone Sex Mistress would never become inebriated in front of her submissive! Pay attention here!
He poured the first shot. Yes. I said FIRST. We were going to party. Yum! he drank the first shot and chased it with several sips of beer. A little “lit”, he bent his sheer-skirt-covered ass over his chest of prized possessions and came up with a fairy wig atop his head and a pink cat’s tail on a stick inserted into his ass. Yup! I arched an eyebrow, waiting…he began to dance. Not as amusing.
“Another shot. straight back” He followed with more beer…Good.
After imbibing the beer, I instruct his pathetic ass to get a cup into which to piss, then pour over his head. Drenched in his own piss sent a thrill through my moistened pussy and I fought the urge to cum. My nipples were fully erect and I wanted to allow him to eat my pussy and ass right then, but I remembered his piss-head and the fact he is CUMpletely unworthy of my cookies. And speaking of which…
Along with the other treats on his counter were cookies of varying sorts which I would make him crush and apply to his cock after pouring maple syrup over it. Before long, Flame’s Heat was wavering…He was practically staggered with the shots I continued to force down his throat and I was only just getting started.
I looked at the mini blinds behind him and asked what was behind them. He meekly answered ‘another building’s windows’. My smile was painful. Perhaps I don’t do enough of it…But, I digress…I instructed him to raise them and stand in front of them naked with my name across his forehead and red lipstick encircling his tits and a smile drawn around the cookie encrusted cock. It looked like a grotesquely disfigured face with a crust covered tongue hanging out. Then I sent him into the shared hallway of his apartment floor. He nearly cried, begging me not to force him out. Of COURSE I DID! Hahaha. He was TOTALLY HUMILIATED!
Next, I made him get on all fours to clean the crunchy mess he’d created off the floor…WITH HIS TONGUE! The look on his face was PRICELESS! And the coup-de-grace was having him insert crackers and cookies in his ass crack, shoving them as far up his ass as they would go. He did a dance that I have dubbed, “The Poopy Dance” because of the irritation caused by the crunchy goodness found there. I made him eat every bite of the cookies…as ass-covered as they could be. Don’t worry…he fucking LOVED IT! Was it good? I’d ask him, but I believe it still activates his gag reflexes. LOL.
So, what’s the twist? Oh…My little obedient pet is not a pet in person. He’s on my laptop screen as often as I wish. And despite our distance…he’s as willing as most of my pets are IN PERSON! He’s my phone sex sub…Giggle. And he did get a little mouthy at one point, but he’ll be tamed once he finishes his punishment writing assignment for his Mistress…I can be kind…or I can whip your ass into shape. What’s YOUR kink? Think I can Tame YOU?
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