I’m a “switch,” as they say, but I’m feeling really in control tonight, so I want to enjoy my darker side. I dress seductively, with pretty legs and ample cleavage. My hair and makeup are done, and I smell lovely. But more than anything, the look in my eyes and my secretive demeanor will entice the man I’m looking for. I’m a crafty dominatrix, and you’ll be all mine tonight for some domination phone sex. My bedroom is ready for you and me.
To meet some pals, I go to a bar in the city. I finally see you in a booth in the corner after a beautiful evening. All thoughtful and burning. You appear depressed. As if you’re here to numb some grief I’ll probably never understand rather than to mingle. Excellent. I creep over and say hello, pretending to be in need of some guidance. We’re laughing after a few glasses when I notice your gaze lingering on my nipple’s outline through my dress’s smooth material. I then bend over and touch your thigh before whispering in your ear with a sinister little smile, “Want to leave this place?” We must continue to look into the shared fire in our eyes. In a more comfortable place. You’re in for a crazy journey, and you’re not yet aware that I’m a domination phone sex mistress!
As soon as you get into my car and realize that you don’t know me at all, your mind begins to race. When you paid the bill earlier, I had referred to you as a “good boy.”. I haven’t really shared anything about myself with you. The eye of smoke. the heels in black. My devious domination phone sex alter ego is beginning to show itself to you. “Is she a dom or something?” In your mind, it clicked. And you’re perplexed by how your body reacts to it. Your cock is growing in your pants, your heart is racing, and your skin is getting warmer.
By the time we arrive at my place, you are visibly agitated. You flinch when I place my hand on your thigh, focusing on the sharpness of my beautiful dark nails. “Are you ready for this?” I ask. Your eyes expand, and I know we both understand our roles here. You exit the vehicle and follow me into my home. The location itself entices and intimidates you. As soon as the door closes behind us, I begin kissing you deeply. Before you know it, you’re lying on my bed, on your back, with your hands bound above your head. I’m wriggling out of my final piece of clothing. Black lacy panties. I crawl over to you on all fours and look down at you. For an excruciatingly long period, I alternated between working you with my mouth and hand and riding you. When you get close, I move quickly and then abruptly refuse you. Over and over. Until you’re an embarrassing twitching mess for your clever dominatrix. Bound and begging. “You know I have to empty your wallet too.” You nod vigorously. I creep up your body further so you can get a taste.
Once I’ve had enough of torturing you, I run my claws down your body one more time before pounding with purpose. Soon, you erupt all over my fingers, pouring and trickling down like a delicious cum volcano. I am diabolical; you should have thought twice! I dress swiftly and I pull the rope free while leaning down to give you a firm kiss. Sauntering away as you wiggle yourself free, you’re left scratching your wrists and listening to my heels clicking quieter. I have everything that I need from you. You’re completely and utterly helpless to your domination phone sex mistress. Call me now at 1 888 8 FREAKY and ask for Parker.
