Are you a sissy boy? Do you love to be on your knees and force you to fuck me the way I want you to? Well, good.. because that is how I am. You will obey me and my every command. I will make you my bitch and be your boss! I love virgins, the loss of power and beggin me to fuck and suck you makes me wet. I am a women who is not afraid to tell you what I want, how I want it and when I want it. Are you ready to meet my demands?Archive for the 'Control Phone Sex' Category
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Are you a sissy boy? Do you love to be on your knees and force you to fuck me the way I want you to? Well, good.. because that is how I am. You will obey me and my every command. I will make you my bitch and be your boss! I love virgins, the loss of power and beggin me to fuck and suck you makes me wet. I am a women who is not afraid to tell you what I want, how I want it and when I want it. Are you ready to meet my demands?
“Get your fucking pants down, now!”
Heart racing, you struggle with your belt. She doesn’t have a right to treat me like this, you think to yourself. You try to ignore the clammy grip of nervous sweat around your balls. I ’ve paid good money after all; she is really nothing more than a whore when you get right down to it.
The more you think about it, the braver you’re feeling. Mistress, my ass! Just who in the hell does she think she is to talk to me like that?
Ignoring your own better judgment, forgetting that your pants are now down around your knees and your dick is sticking straight up, you look up to say something, to somehow defend yourself against my scornful abuse.
“You timid, little piece-of-shit, loser. Who in the fuck do you think you are looking at?”
My voice is cruel and unforgiving as I look at you with cold, icy blue eyes—first straight into your face and then down to your naked, twitching cock. I smirk, and you know you are beaten, that I have you, that I know you for the warped and twisted degenerate that you are. Your bravado is gone, your words caught dry and useless in your throat.
Wiggling my slender hand into a latex glove, stretching and pulling the latex to fit snugly between my fingers, I continue, my voice a wicked snarl, “Don’t even think about smart-mouthing me, asshole. You’re the one who called me. You’re the one who was so damn curious about a “FemDom” handjob. You’re the butterfingers who evidently can’t jerk off your own dick. You’re the underachiever who evidently needs an instruction manual on how to fuck pussy correctly.” My voice is sharp and cold and you know now that there will be no kindness, no mercy. But your cock is throbbing as you watch me squirting lube into the palm of my gloved hand.
“Five.”
I spit the number out at you as my slithery fist grabs your prick and moves down the length of it. The shock, the suddenness of it, is so visceral that you almost shoot your load right then.
“Don’t you fucking dare, weasel boy. This dirty, nasty, useless prick of yours doesn’t cum until and when I say so. And that would be when we get to the number one. Got it?”
“Christ! Fuck! Shit! Yesssssssssss, Ma’am.”
You hear yourself, a whimpering, blubbering, mindless automaton. You are my toy: a helpless, filthy cock-toy to abuse and molest at my whim.
“Four.”
As my hand moves—once up and once down—you feel my grasp tighten ever so slightly. Oh, she is a gifted Goddess. You know that now and your urge to cum is almost overpowering. You can’t help yourself and begin to actually wail. “Please, Mistress. Please let me cum now. Oh, please.” You hear yourself and are ashamed, but cannot stop. “Please, Mistress. Let me cum now. Let me be your dirty filthy boy and cum now. Please, please, please, please.”
Abruptly I loosen my grip and—before you even understand what is happening—smacks your cock. Once. Twice. Three times. There is nothing, nobody but you and me, my hand and your dick. You actually swoon and feel yourself buckling when I grab your arm and pull you you back up.
“No you don’t,” I whisper sweetly, lips grazing your ear. The unexpected change in my manner has you spinning and powerless, totally focused on me. You struggle to speak, to tell me you adore me, to tell me you belong to me while your abandoned cock twitches and drips, pointing directly at me: your Mistress, your Queen.
“You came here for a FemDom handjob. Don’t you remember? Or did your brain melt and drain into your balls and leave you stupid? If you spew already, you’ll miss the show.”
I giggle as I move away from you to sit in a nearby chair. You are tempted to beg me to come back, to jerk your cock again, that you will be a “good boy.” But seeing the look on my face you think better of it and are silent.
“That’s more like it,” I say, pointing between your legs. You are helpless, exposed. “That dick is now my property, my personal gear shift. Got it?”
Afraid to look at me, you nod, staring straight ahead. “Yes Mistress.”
“I’m going to start again in a moment, but this time I’m going to start counting back from ten.” Unable to stop yourself, you moan in frustration.
“Make that fifteen.” You bite your tongue.
“You’re learning,” I almost—but not quite—purr as I stand up again and walk toward you.
“Now stand there with your pants down around your ankles like the gimp-loser dick-wad you are while I lube this glove up one more time.”
“And then we’ll try again.”
I had a dinner party this past weekend and true to form this chic was feeling beheaded by midafternoon on the day of the party. The menu was fairly simple: pan seared duck with a chipolte apricot glaze, roasted garlic mashed potatoes, mixed green salad (with avocado, cucumber, grilled onions, and blue cheese in a balsamic vinaigrette), and for dessert Mango and Strawberry Cobbler, but things kept happening that kept me from getting my butt in the kitchen where it needed to be. One of my neighbors dogs got out and she was panicking (okay, so was i) so we went on a frantic dog search. By the time we found the dog my florist was closed and i hadn’t picked up the arrangements for the party. My mom called crying over a fight with my aunt and so it went, problem after problem. That’s why i didn’t answer my phone when he called me later that afternoon. Then he called again…
Him: Why haven’t you answered me little one?
me: i’m busy! I am just learning how to treat this new caller of mine. he is my master, and actually it quite turns me on!
Him: excuse me?
me: i’m sorry i was short with You, but i am busy washing vegetables and i had to put down cucumbers and dry my hands to text just now and things are out of control and nothing is going right and i. am. freaking. out.
Him: Are you alone?
me: yes Sir, i am now.
Him: Grab a cucumber, go to your room and get naked.
Less than two minutes later my phone rang again. Gulp. My heart started galloping and my tummy began filling with butterflies. My problems were already starting to fade away into the background when i dropped to my knees and answered with a quiet, “hello.” He wasted no time with idle chit chat.
“You are mine georgia. MINE.”
The words had an immediate effect on me. My pussy contracted around the words as if they were fucking me with the depth of their meaning and the butterflies in my tummy took flight. i was his right now and nothing else mattered.
“Your lips are mine. Touch my lips.”
“Your breasts are mine. Slap my breasts. Harder. i want to hear it.”
“Your nipples are mine. Pinch my nipples. Harder. Make it hurt.”
“Your pussy is mine. Fuck my pussy. Use two fingers and fuck it. Faster slave. Faster.”
And so it went until i was breathless and begging to cum. He tells me it takes most women a long time to reach an orgasm, but i’ve never been one for marathons and my pussy feels the same way…sprinting to the finish is just her style. He granted permission for me to cum without even making me beg and then before i’d had a chance to catch my breath he ordered me to cum again.
i was all a-tremble, the dinner party a forgotten nuisance when he spoke again, “clean your fingers like you clean my cock.” i slid my fingers out of my pussy and put them in my mouth, sucking them clean and moaning as i imagined sucking my cum off of him.
“Do you like that little one?” he asked, and i mumbled a “yeth thir” around the fingers in my mouth. “Good girl. You do taste good. So good in fact that I think we should share. Take the cucumber and slide it deep inside your pussy.” i took the large, cold cucumber from the floor beside me did as he ordered. My pussy clenched around it convulsively, still wanting to fuck, but he had other plans.
“Now pull it out, get dressed and go finish your salad. Do NOT wash the cucumber off. Do you understand me?”
i knelt there in shocked silence. Surely he didn’t mean for me to serve a cum soaked cucumber to my friends. No. He coudn’t mean that. He wouldn’t…
“Did you understand me slave?” he asked again in a tone that told me he did in fact expect me to serve my cum with dinner.
“Yes Sir,” i managed to whisper past the sudden lump in my throat and after a simple ‘good girl’ he hung up the phone.
The rest of the afternoon went by in a blur. No longer did i worry about the recipes i cooked, or about the dress i was wearing or the way my hair turned out or about my make-up or what music to play. All i could think about was the little chunks of cucumber in the salad that wore my cum as their dressing.
Dinner went off without a hitch and everyone had a lovely time. i blushed while they ate the salad, amazed that they remained unaware that they were munching on the proof of my slavery, but then they didn’t need to be reminded of what i was…
but i did. And so do you guys. Call me and let me be your little bitch tonight. I will do whatever you say.
Boobies are a Girls Best Friend!!!
I went out last night…and I thought it would be fun to keep a tab of all the things I get with the “big boobie discount” or free as I like to refer to it. The Night started early. I went to one of my favorite little boutiques in the city to get a new dress..Usually it needs to be altered because obviously my chest are is definitely larger then any other part of my body so there is always some minor adjustments with any purchase. I was walking down the street in my stilettos and jeans with a cute little top and one of my BAGS ( I have an obsession with Handbags). I passed a gentleman while I walked down the street who dropped his wallet. I picked it up and briskly walked up to him to give it back…..He began to look up and stopped short right before my eyes and gazed at the bodacious body that stood before him. Speechless he reached for his wallet and mumbled thank you. He was red all over as I said your welcome and headed to the store. I grabbed a few selections from the rack and tried them on. Coming out to get a good look at everything in the big light. I could feel someone looking at me but didn’t see anyone. The dresses I like I handed to the sales girl to take to
the register. The ones I hated I put back…I DONT KNOW WHY I DO That probably because I used to work
retail and know what its like to put other peoples shit back…LOL But I digress when I got up to
the register everything and a few extras were bagged up. I thought she was confused and I was a little
annoyed and I said “aren’t you gonna ring that stuff up?” She smiled and said I did. Your husband came in
and took car of it for you. Baffled and confused I said My husband???? She was like yea she describe
the man from the street. He had followed me in the store…and paid for the entire purchase 3,452.73 cents.
I was gonna put it on my “daddys” card but he did it for me. He didn’t leave a card or anything and
when I went out to thank him he was gone. Feeling great and still full of coin. I head into the nearby
shoe store to pick out a few pairs to go with the dresses and when I got to the counter the total didn’t sound
right. The store clerk had given me his discount which was 40% off. I almost choked…All done with shopping
I need to hurry home to get ready. I hale a cab and get in. The 30 min drive to my house was SO tiring. But
I got to go through the dress bag and see the choices that the stranger made for me. When we pulled
up at my house. I realized I did not have any Cash on me. The cabby kindly said. Don’t worry about I enjoyed
the view..I mean ride very much I told him I use cab services all the time and that If he was free tonight to
come pick me and my girlfriends up. He smiled and said do they all look like you and I replied..yes but I have the biggest Rack…He laughed and I headed into my house.
Grand Total FOr THAT DAY>…
3.452.73
1,542.86 – 40% = 617.14
free cab ride….
total of 4438.45 approx. and this is before getting my drinks comped…and vip all night in the club..
I LOVE MY TITS THE BEST INVESTMENT EVER!
I thoroughly enjoy a myriad of BDSM activities and you will be able to tell! I enjoy such a wide variety of play. When I am asked “what is your favorite things to do?” I would have to answer that it’s having a sub completely helpless, in bondage, and teasing them out of their mind! Hmm, I enjoy the exchange of power while being served in various ways. But I love it all!I enjoy training inexperienced submissives but also relish the challenge of playing with an experienced sub. I want to create a scene that My subject has never before experienced.
I am not bored or boring. I like to do a variety of things during a call. I am very playful and frisky and I enjoy laughter and excitement but if a sub is not interested in something I will respect those limitations.
As a fetish artist I thoroughly enjoy: Latex Fetish, Leather, Suspension, Forced Fem, Corporal, OTK, CBT, Light to Extreme Bondage, Chastity, Spanking, Flogging, Balloon Fetish, Sploshing, Cross Dressing, Medical scenarios and role-play, Caning, Slave Training, Forced Feminization, and many other Fetish Interests. ‘Unique’ Fetishes are always accepted!
He stood with my bag in his hand, his cock red and throbbing. He was nervous and excited. I told him to drop the bag, as I grabbed his cock and put my lips around it. Working his cock with my lips, hard and fast- and then stopping to let him rest. Building the tension and then bringing him down. He was racing with my mouth, trying to cum before I stopped each time- but knowing that I was in control.
I wanted to test his control. See just how far he could go. How far he would go for me. I let him get even closer the next time- until he was grunting and breathing hard to fight it. I pulled away from him, and pushed him back on the bed.
“Open your legs.” He bent his knees and let them fall open. He looked pained, frustrated and a little nervous. I climbed between his legs and pushed my fingers towards his ass. It was mine now, had been fucked hard before. This was no shock for him. I rubbed some lube on him and pushed my finger inside him, watching his cock pulse and bob. I smiled wickedly at him- while I fucked him for a moment. Massaging his sensitive gland and warning him. “You don’t cum until I say you can.”
“Yes,” he said under his breath. He watched his cock, moving with each stroking of my finger in his ass. His balls were pulled in next to his body, and I knew he was thinking that he could not hold out much longer. I reached for my bag and pulled out a medium sized plug. He watched me licking it, making it wet and slick for his tight little ass. His eyes closed and he groaned- but by the throbbing thick cock that pushed towards me, I knew he wanted it.
I slipped my fingers from him ass and pushed a medium sided plug into his ass. It stretched him open and then narrowed to hold in place. I turned a small knob on the bottom, feeling and hearing the vibrations fill him. “ahhhhhh….” he groaned out, his hips raising off the bed.
Cleaning off my hands, I moved over him, kissing him softly on the lips and then biting and his lip ring and tugging on it. “Lets see what a good boy you are for me.” I lowered my pussy down on his cock- watching the look in his eyes as I sunk down on him. He whimpered, feeling the vibe in his ass, pulsing through his cock that was sunk into my hot pussy. I held still for a moment, as I could tell he was ready to lose control. I leaned into his face. “Shhhh baby… show me what a good boy you are for me.”
He took a few deep breaths before I started to fuck him. I could feel the vibe, full speed, through his body as I rocked on him. Forcing it to massage him with each thrust. “Can you hold out longer than me baby?” I hissed at him. His cock was hard and wide and I each thrust downward pushed that vibe into his tight ass to rub him, forcing his cock to throb and jerk inside me. Watching him struggle made my pussy ache to cum and I fucked him harder. “Cussing at him and tempting him. “You want to cum baby? You want to fill this cunt? huh baby?? So good, rubbing inside your ass. you dirty fucking whore. are you my little toy baby?? my cock toy??”
I reached down and pinched his nipple hard. His hands went out to the sides of the bed and grabbed hard at the sheets. He jerk hard against me. “FUCK!” he called out, as he pumped his cum into me. I felt the warm thick fluid, melting inside me as he spilled his load into me. “Fuck, I’m sor… fuck.”
I dug my fingers into his chest, “oh you poor baby. Couldn’t hold out??” I continued to fuck him, feeling his cum slosh in my pussy until I came on him, mixing his cum with mine. “You…misbehaved…little…bitch…” I pulled myself off of him and moved over his face. His cum dripped from my pussy and down my leg. He reached between his legs to pull the vibe from his ass while he licked the cum that was dripping from my soaked hole.
“Clean me up good, bitch,” I hissed at him while he licked me from clit to ass, “Next time you will be better disciplined.”
I remember it like it was yesterday. I was only 15 years old but already a women. It wasnt the first time we had exchanged looks over the dining room table or the first time I “accidentally” let my towel drop to the floor in front of you. It definitely wasn’t the first time I found myself in awe of your presence nor will it have been the last time. But that night was different. You had always been there for me. You coddled me through break ups and bullies, through skinned knees and tears yet here we sit. I have never known love and pleasure could exist as one. By the end of the night I would have discovered that not only can they co-exist but they are the bases for an exceptional orgasm. Where love meets lust that area in between is nirvana. It was a night like any other. SHE was working late as usually so we were left to fend for ourselves in the kitchen. I had been working on my grandmas famous meatballs when our eyes met. I have looked into your big brown eyes on so many other occasions but this time was different. This time you looked through me. Into the very debts of my soul and found my secret. Once the balls were safely in the oven I came over to living room and sat down beside him. I grabbed the blanket that drapes across the sofa and covered myself because as it usually is was freezing in the living room. Before I even realized what I was doing I was all nuzzled up with him watching a movie. Not really sure what movie to be honest because I wasn’t paying any attention to it. For some reason I just kept thinking about him. What he must be thinking about right about now. He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me in closer. I guess he figured that I had to be freezing since my teeth were chattering. As he began rubbing my arms I instantly became excited. I had already been to second base with Johnny but I had not felt the swarm of new butterflies in my stomach the way I was at that very moment. And all this from an arm rub. My mind began to wonder and I envisioned him leaning over and kissing my lips passionately exchanging moments of bitter sweet ecstasy. Taking my tiny little breast in your big manly hands and cupping them. My nipples instantly hardened that thought and I found myself touching them with my fingers. They were harder then they had ever been before I wanted him to suck and bite them. I wanted to feel his full beard on my bare breast. I wanted to feel him ALL of him inside of me!
To be continued…Stay tuned….for more of my first time confessions!
I come home and see him stroking his little clit of a cock between his fingers while holding MY picture. Oh course I watch and wait and see what happens. Little fucker cums all over himself and the floor. I make a little coughing sound and he looks up at me. I can see the sheer terror in his eyes. He tries to explain, but I shush him with a wave of my hand. If he wants to act like a dog, he will be treated like one.
All it takes is for me to point and the little prick is on his hands and knees on the floor. “Clean it up,” I say. He wants desperately to resist, but doesn’t dare. He licks his weak little cock’s cum off of the floor. I put my foot on top of his back, forcing him to stay down, mashing his face into his orgasm’s work. When I relent, he licks the rest up and attempts again to beg for forgiveness. I tell him that he will indeed be sorry.
He better listen to me, and he better listen good. I have him strip buck naked and I blind fold him. After leading him to another room of the house I make him kneel in the middle of the room. Is it minutes or hours that he is there… his mind wonders and he has no clue. Suddenly he hears sounds. I speak to him, telling him to reach out, I put a bowl in his hands. I tell him if he drops the bowl, we are over. He holds the bowl out, his muscles twitching in pain.
He can hear the other people in the room now. The sound of a hand sliding up and down a cock is recognizable. He feels some of the guys rubbing their big hard cocks against his pathetic little face. One by one they cum in the bowl. One of them even forces his mouth open and makes him suck before adding to the bowl. The bowl gets heavier and heavier as more and more contents is added. he begs me to let him put it down. To his surprise I grant him his wish. After pulling off the blindfold, he sees all of the cum in the bowl. His eyes widen and he shivers.
“Eat up!” And oh he does!
-Hailey-
Don’t you think a Goddess like me deserves a real cock, on a real man? A strong powerful man. A Superior man. Everything that you are not. A man with confidance. A man who knows how to make a woman feel fulfilled.
You are lacking. Your cock is pathetic to say the least. You are not even worthy of my time, more less my attention. What your deserve is for me to laugh at your miniscule and pathetic little dick, and slap it in a cage. It is so tiny and useless it has no purpose so of course it should be locked away. Perhaps if you worship me the right way and are very obedient perhaps I might let your pencil dick out of its cage every now and again. Then again, maybe not.
You are the sub. I am the Goddess. You do the worshiping, obeying, servicing… you subscribe to submitting when you deal with me. In other words, I am the boss. I give orders, I give instruction, I give the head trips, and I get to ask all the questions. I don’t like to repeat myself, I don’t like it if I have to repeat instructions, order, or my rules. Unless perhaps I have been unclear in some way.
I have a very simple rule that I adhere to in many different ways in my life actually. It’s the “3 Strikes and you are OUT” Rule. It works for baseball and it works for me. I know other dominant females who feel the same.
Submission means you follow my rules, you accept my rules, you behave or 3 little tiny annoyances and you strike out. It is a PRIVILIEDGE to worship a any woman, not a right.
