CHEAP DOMINATION PHONESEX

I adore fetish wear, whether it be leather, rubber or PVC. To wear it transforms a quiet, reserved personal assistant in a firm of solicitors to an absolute dominant Mistress. As soon as I put on my leather catsuit and my thigh high boots, leather collar and cuffs I am transformed into the most wonderful dominant Goddess you would ever want to meet even in your most horniest of dreams.  If you were having a session with me you would be reduced to your knees with your head bowed and you do not look at me until you hear me call you ‘slaveboy’.  Then you can look at me and see what a beautiful, dominant woman stands before you.  You will worship my expensive Italian leather boots, feeling your tongue running up the zips, to the edges of them where your tongue will stay there until I dismiss your tongue from the leather. I will push my rubber gloved fingers inside your arse and finger fuck you, feeling the length of them pressing inside you, making your cock twitch as I feel you’re prostrate. Then you will be forced to suck my gloves clean. Pressing them into your throat and having you suck them clean for me. I hate mess!

You will be forced on your knees and walk over to my chair where you will sit beside me as I put your collar and lead on you. You will be paraded around my dungeon, and I will have you on webcam so my Mistress colleagues can see what a pathetic little fetish slut you are. I will insist you make a phone call to a cheap phone sex line and I want to hear you tell the Mistress on there what a little fetish wimp you are.

For a woman, the act of mounting a man and fucking him with a strap on makes us more dominant. It’s strange that because when I have asked my male friends if mounting a woman makes them feel more dominant they say no. I think it’s because a guy has to be fairly submissive to accept anything in his arse and especially a strap on because of what it represents – a cock!

I really love being in control when it comes to sex, and to fuck a guy wearing a strap on and see his hard on diminish is where I get my kick, knowing he is so turned on and if I push that little bit harder I can milk him without him needing his cock, gives me authority and dominance. When I fuck my male friends I make them tell me what they enjoy about it, and listening to their little squeaky replies saying that they are a sissy boy, or they need a good fucking by a real cock, pleasures me because I know it’s the truth.

The best place to start some strap on play is on phonesex, the Mistress cannot see you, and you won’t be embarrassed as you slide something that is quite alien to you at first in your arse. She may giggle a little as you wimper when it’s all the way in and you begin to fuck yourself with it. But that’s good. It means you’re doing as your told, and a Mistress always encourages that. It allows you to escape any punishment she might have up her leather sleeve for you! Give it a try, you know you will enjoy the experience.

I have a lovely smooth pussy which is waxed regularly and it’s a neat one, everything is tucked away neatly inside. I love to be watched as I play with it, allowing a guy to hear my juices oozing over my fingers as I rotate my clitoris until I cum! What I would love to do is to bury my horny cum filled pussy onto your face and get you lick it all up for me, every drop of my pussy cream coating your tongue.  I have a lovely surprise for you if you keep your mouth open, you will feel a light trickle of my pee dribbling into your mouth.  The trickle will increase until I am in full flow Pissing into your mouth, hearing you coughing and spluttering on it would be wonderful for me. Then when you have held some in your mouth I would kiss you so we could exchange it from your mouth to mine. Then you can return the favour, I would open my pussy lips and my swollen clit would get the force of yours spraying onto it, and making me cum again. Come and listen to me pissing on cheap sex chat, and you can let me listen to you also. Make sure you’re desperate as I am to go!

I’d been out for my daily jog it was summer and already hot even though it was early. I was really panting as I sat down on a bench next to a guy who’d just finished his run I kicked off my trainers and drank a full bottle of water. I saw him looking down at my damp socks as I wiggled my toes I smiled and said to him ‘you can massage my feet if you like’.  He looked at me in horror and said ‘who do you think I am your foot boy?’ I said ‘yes’. I could tell he couldn’t resist and he was on his knees rubbing my hot sticky feet. He was so obviously into Foot Worship, and I told him to stop moaning or else. ‘Or else what’? He said. I pushed him to the ground and stood on his face and smeared my sweaty foot all over it. ‘More of this’ I told him. ‘You can’t do that!’ He yelled, afraid that people may see us. ‘I can do whatever I like you’re the one on the floor’. Who is going to believe your word against mine, sweet innocent me?

I told him to see me here the next morning and he better get used to the idea of being my little foot slave boy, I put my shoes back on and left him sat on the floor, I laughed at his pitiful defeat and was already planning tomorrow.

Come and call me on Adult Phone Chat and I can get you to imagine all of this and more!