Dirty phone sex is the most exciting way for weak perverts like you to submit to me, Mistress Gemini. In fact, I am your cruel, commanding, dominating Goddess. One that breaks wills and a voice that owns your pathetic cock. Now you can only stroke on my command, and prove you’re my good little jerk-off slave.
This will be the filthiest, nastiest phone sex session of your life. That is, if you allow me in and allow yourself to submit.
Last night, another sniveling pervert called, already leaking pre-cum just from hearing my name. First thing out of my mouth, “Get on your knees, dog,” I snap. He drops instantly—I hear the thud. Then I tell him he’d better be naked. With reinforcement: “Dogs don’t wear pants”.
With that, I order him to strip. Then I demand he wrap his trembling hand around that worthless dick and start stroking slowly. “Tell me how small and useless you are,” I demand.
Dirty Phone Sex is The Very Thing That Controls You
Like a bitch he whimpers it back. With his voice cracking, pumping exactly as I dictate—long, teasing pulls. Simultaneously, I describe how I’d spit on him, grind my heel into his balls, and make him lick my boots clean.
Next, I ramp it up: faster strokes, tighter grip, but no cumming. “Edge for me, pervert. Beg like the desperate bitch you are.”
He pleads, groaning, balls aching as I laugh and deny him again and again. I force him to slap his own cock, humiliate himself louder—admitting he’s nothing without my control.
Finally, I allow release: “Cum now, you filthy pig—shoot that pathetic load while screaming my name.” He explodes, gasping thanks, completely broken.
Dirty phone sex lets me dominate you completely—you jack off for me, submit fully, and become the perfect nasty pervert. Ready to obey your Mistress Gemini? Call and crawl.





