The heel of my black, thigh-high leather boot plies open your tender asshole. My flogger welts the bare, naked flesh of your ass. The smoke of my cigarette burns your nostrils dry as I gently blow into your face . . . I am your ultimate Dominatrix Fantasy cum true. My pleasures in life are to turn you into my personal subservient sissyboy; a groveling piggy; a cocksucking cumslut with no aspirations in life other than to put a smile on my beautiful face and turn my cunt into a deep, pulsating honey hole.
If you desire to please your most gorgeous Mistress, you must know how to follow orders down to the exact detail. Put bluntly, I don’t fuck around. Seeing you writhe in pain as I punish you for being a despicable excuse for a human being is what makes my cunt wet. I’m a firm believer in restraining you and performing various acts of CBT while you look on in horror; twisting small, thick rubberbands around your balls until they are about to explode, strangling your cock at three different points with fishing twine, and inserting a shiny metal penis plug directly into your urethra are just a handful of the things you should come to expect when you do a phonesex session with me.
Many married men come to me simply because their wives are lacking a penchant for dick as well as the ability to properly keep them in check. Some of them also have deep dark desires to be turned into women. Some merely crave the sweet insanity of intense pain and unbearable torture; the blissful heaven of momentary submission; the erotic feel of temporarily forgetting daily responsibilities and allowing someone else to overtake their flesh, cocks, and minds. Dress up for me, my piggy; don a collar, leash, and ball gag for the bukkake party I have planned. You are to be the main attraction, the cum of my sexy male companions, the main course; imagine ten lovely cocks shooting endless gobs of cum all over your face, body, and finally down your throat, as you lie on the floor, helplessly chained and overpowered.
See? I really can read your mind….
0 Responses to “I can read your mind…you’re looking for a Domme.”