I am Gemini, goddess that’s a sadistic phone sex when I need to ruler with a cruel, merciless hand. Obviously Men are putty in my grasp, craving my attention, my touch, my wrath. They beg for the privilege of being crushed beneath my heel, and I grant it to them with relish.
Today’s plaything is a pathetic worm named Ethan. He’s been panting after me for months, his eyes glued to my every move, his cock straining against his pants whenever I deny to acknowledge his existence. In fact he thinks he’s special, that he’s different from the other drooling sycophants who worship at my altar.
How Fucking Wrong He Is When is Comes to My Sadistic Phone Sex
Finally, I invited him to my private dungeon, a dark and cavernous space filled with all manner of delicious torture devices. The air is thick with the scent of leather, sweat, and fear. Ethan stands before me, trembling like a leaf, his eyes wide with a heady mix of terror and anticipation.
“You want me, don’t you, Ethan?” I purr, trailing a sharp nail down his chest. He shudders, a needy whimper escaping his lips. “You want me to break you, to shatter you into a million pieces and put you back together again as my perfect little plaything.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he gasps, his cock twitching traitorously. “Please, I’ll do anything you want. Anything.”
Then I smiled, a cruel twist of my lips. “Oh, I know you will, my pet. And you’ll thank me for it, too.”
When I snap my fingers and a pair of burly guards drag a large, metal table into the center of the room. They strap Ethan down, spreading his limbs wide, leaving him splayed out and helpless. I run my hands over his body, feeling the tremors of anticipation that run through him.
“You’re mine now, Ethan,” I whisper, my breath hot against his ear. “And I’m going to take my time with you. I’m going to make you beg for mercy, for release, for anything I’m willing to give you.”
Mean Phone Sex Goddess Gemini, Is In Control of His Cock
Then I sadistically whisper to him, “Your destiny is To be my toy, my plaything, my fuckdoll.”
Just then I pick up a wicked-looking knife. As I press the flat of the blade against Ethan’s chest, feeling his heartbeat race beneath it. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, I drag it down his body, leaving a thin trail of blood in its wake. Ethan shudders, a choked sob escaping his lips.
This was only the beginning… if he serves me properly I will expose more of his torture.
