Category: domination phonesex

Nail Day

Posted 5 days ago by Kayla

Nail Day

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

The echo of my heels on the linoleum had everyone looking in our direction. A tiny pink leash dangled from my fingers, the matching collar locked tight around Jon’s neck. He wore a black sports coat and slacks, no shirt. His sexy chest and abs were on display as I totted him through the nail salon.

Older women gasped, and younger ones giggled. The little nail techs leaned into each other to whisper about the two of us in a language I couldn’t understand. It didn’t matter, though. It was nail day, and nail day is my favorite fucking day.

Continue reading “Nail Day” →

Heartless

Posted 2 weeks ago by Stella

mean domme

Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

They call me cruel. Heartless. Good. That’s where I want them. Shivering, exposed, stripped of illusion and power. Obedience is a language, after all. I don’t break men. That’s too soft a word. I refine them. But only if they survive the heat.

Last night, a new sub came to me. He was tall and tattooed. The kind of man who thinks his confidence is armor. “I want to be yours,” he said, with curiosity in his eyes. I stared at him and smiled, thinking oh, sweetheart. You have no idea what you’re offering.

Continue reading “Heartless” →

Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

Kayla and I have a very special talent.  No, I don’t mean the obvious ones like sucking cock and fucking your brains out.  I mean, our ability to smell out any and every stinky Pamper out in the world.  It’s not a talent that we expected to develop or market.  But here we are. So now, Kayla and I use our highly sensitive noses to smell out smelly little boys and girls who try to avoid getting their Pampers changed.  So many little ones love the feel of their squishy, messy diapers and try to hide so they can sit in it and enjoy it.

Continue reading “Zoey and Kayla’s Special Talent” →

homework

Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Little Anna came home from school. She went straight upstairs and pretended to get a head start on her homework. When Daddy called her down for dinner she lied and said she would eat later and that she wanted to finish her homework first. But what she really was doing was trying on slutty outfits to meet a boy she liked from school.

Continue reading “Dirty girl Gets caught” →

A Double Ruin

Posted 3 weeks ago by Alexus

A Double Ruin

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

Imagine your hands are tied above your head, and you lie before me completely naked with your legs spread wide. I’m sitting between your thighs in an open black robe. The swell of my tits teases your eyes, and my left leg is draped over your thigh, pinning your lower half in place.

My hand jerks your little dick mercilessly. No matter how you strain, you can’t escape the pending orgasm. Every stroke of my hand and wobble of my tits brings you closer and closer, and just as you can no longer hold it back, my hand lets go, and your orgasm is ruined. We both watch your pathetic cock spew its load in weak dribbles as you beg me to help finish it off. I don’t. The only thing I’ll help you with is a double ruin.

Continue reading “A Double Ruin” →

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

Some babies are good, and some are bad. Some want to be good but just can’t help being bad. While I’m all-consuming and incredibly powerful, my talents are limited by distance. Sure, I can dole out discipline like the next Mommy, but I have to rely on the baby to carry it out with the same firmness and ruthlessness as I would if I were able to do it myself. As you can imagine, it’s much more helpful when I have a helping hand.

The other day, Baby Riley surprised me with a babysitter! He told me she was new to diapering babies and wanted to learn. She’d read my blogs and watched my Twitter, so she had an idea of how to humiliate bad boys, but there is nothing I love more than teaching another woman how to own a diaper bitch.

Continue reading “Mommy Gets a Helping Hand” →

cuck

Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

I took control over the man who once was my English teacher. He was tall with a deep voice deep and in class he always said “Read the text, feel the words.” I was shy back then (hard to believe, I know) and I liked the way he looked at me when I answered a question. He never knew how much I wanted his approval.

After school I left town. I studied, I travelled, I learned about power and desire. I learned the word “domme.” A woman who leads, who decides, who owns the scene. I liked the idea of being the one who tells a man what to do. One night, after my return to “la belle province” for a holiday visit, I went to a bar in the city. I was wearing a black leather jacket, black boots and a silver ring on my finger. I felt strong. Confident.

Continue reading “Hot For Teacher” →

Sexy Lingerie

*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221

For as long as I can remember I’ve been totally addicted to sexy lingerie. So, as you can imagine, my collection is now vast. Perfect for a sissy like you.

I’d love to take you on a tour in person. I could try a few things on, maybe even together since I know how much you love panties. One day we’ll make it happen. But for today, this blog will allow me to paint a picture of my sexy lingerie closet for you.

Continue reading “Sexy Lingerie For My Sissy Boys” →

Daddy, No!

Posted 4 weeks ago by Amber

spank

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Daddy is really strict when it comes to what I wear. Every day, he inspects my outfit and I can’t leave the house without his approval. The other day, I snuck out when he wasn’t home. I was wearing nothing more than a tight black tube top, a matching skirt that barely covered my ass, and sheer black thong. All was well until my idiot brother saw me with a much older guy and told Daddy about it.

Daddy was waiting for me when I got home. “It’s just an outfit, Dad.” I said, as I walked past him to get to my room. “Just an outfit?” He stated, furiously. “This isn’t a game, Amber. Stop being a little bitch.” I cackled and he grabbed my wrist, holding me back. “Turn around.” His face was stone cold as he said it. I hesitated. “What? Why?”

Continue reading “Daddy, No!” →

hypnotherapy

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

From the moment Daniel sat down, the silver wedding band on his finger seemed to mock me. He’d come to me for anxiety, but as I looked into his worried eyes, I saw a much deeper, more potent need. I  saw a craving for release and surrender that married life could never possibly provide. I offered him my most reassuring, professional smile, all while concocting a plan to make him forget all about the woman waiting for him at home.

Initially, I convinced myself this was a form of radical therapy. A way to unlock the part of him he kept chained away by duty and expectation. After all, wasn’t my job to guide my clients to their truest desires? I certainly saw it that way! As I began the induction, and my voice dropped to that low and melodic cadence that had crumbled so many wills before his, I knew I was doing him a service. I was liberating him.

Continue reading “Curing Daniel’s Anxiety With Hypnosis” →