Phone sex has never been any brattier, than I, the brattiest bratty phone sex princess there is. I’m a naughty slut who looks for any way to get what I want. And if that is you, then I will have you. You can thank my mom and pop for raising such a vicious, sexy beast. And to the men who popped my cherry for bringing out the sex demon in me. Or you could just thank me for being the greastest thing to ever come into your miserable life? People call me a bratty phone sex princess because I don’t take “no”‘s I only take “Yes”, “Yes ma’am.”, and of course “Yes Goddess”/”Yes Princess”. And if you tell me “No”. Better believe I’ll throw one hell of a fight. It’ll be the most intimidating stand off you’ve ever had with a girl like me. Imagine that. A petite, slim bodied girl making a grown man like you cower in fear. How pathetic.
My job isn’t to make you feel bad about yourself…but I love doing it anyways. Because seeing you in misery for my own personal gain brings me an immense amount of joy. You’ll most likely catch me skipping around, jumping for joy with a huge smile cracked up on my face while you’re down on your knees begging me for whatever I’ll have you beg me for. Good boy, you deserve a treat! Sorry! I was talking to my dog, not you! I know you may have been confused since you act like a dog, walk like a dog, and bark like a dog. But…that doesn’t make you a dog, just a pathetic weak coward. And a poor excuse of a man. I know, I know. You’re probably calling me a “Spoiled brat who has had everything handed to her on a silver platter.” But oh, how wrong you are. I would never accept anything on a SILVER platter. Only gold around here, boo! Toodles, until next time.
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