I live for the power exchange. Being a phone dominatrix lets me unleash my inner domme, and goddamn, is it empowering! My rule is simple: you’re mine, and I’ll do as I please with you. If humiliation is what you get, consider yourself lucky.
I remember this one submissive dude, so desperate to please me. Lucky him, I had a kinky idea in mind. I ordered him to dress up like a little sissy, all dolled up in fishnets, frilly panties, and red lips. But that’s not all. I wanted his ass prepared for the ultimate invasion, so a butt plug became his new best friend.
After he was nicely warmed up, I made him bend over and presented him with a 10-inch strap-on. I ravished his ass until he was begging for mercy. But mercy wasn’t on the menu, not until I was satisfied.
To make things even kinkier, I invited a real alpha male over. I mean, who needs wimps when you can have a proper man? I made my sub watch as I rode this stud, showing him what real passion looks like.
Then came his moment of truth. The guy I picked up penetrated his tiny ass, making him squeal like the little bitch he was. I made sure to remind him how fortunate he was, taking his ass for a wild ride.
Afterwards, clean-up duty awaited my sub. He licked my pussy clean, then turned his attention to his conqueror’s cock, polishing it to a shine.
This was his initiation into a world of kinky bliss. And he loved it, the little masochist.