You little fucker, you. Thinking about some phone sex with a twist? A taste of the mean and dirty? Oh, I’ve got your number, you sick little sod.
The ultimate phone domme, and you’re my little bitch on the other line. Weak and desperate, you beg for my attention, but I’ll make you work for it. You’re nothing but a pathetic worm, and I’ll remind you of that frequently.
I’ll start with some choice words, a verbal lashing that’ll make your cock drip in anticipation. But soon, the tables will turn. I’ll order you to beg, to plead for things no self-respecting human should. And you’ll do it, too, you fucking masochist.
I’ll demand you describe every disgusting detail of your nasty little fantasies. But don’t you dare cum unless I say so. I’ll keep you on edge, your balls aching, until I finally allow you to explode. And even then, the humiliation won’t stop.
I’ll call you a limp dick, a worthless cumdump, and remind you how much you love it. Because you’re a masochistic piece of shit, and I know it. Your cock belongs to me, and only me.
But you want more, don’t you? You want me to push the boundaries even further. Okay, pervert, here it comes. I’ll describe in vivid detail how I’ll slice your dick off and feed it to you, piece by piece. Or maybe I’ll just sever it with a meat cleaver while you whimper in agony.
So, enjoy your mental spanking, you little masochist. I dare you to cum without my permission.