Keep your mouth shut while I’m speaking, or I’ll find a much more painful way to plug it. You’ve been chirping in my ear for the last ten minutes, thinking your little opinions actually matter to me. This is my Adult Phone Chat Lines, and on this connection, there is only one voice that carries any weight… mine. You’re not here to be a “sassy student” today; you’re here to be a lesson in discipline, and frankly, you’re failing the introductory course.
I can hear your breath hitching every time I lower my voice, you pathetic little worm. You think because you’re hiding behind a phone screen that you’re safe from my reach? You’re mistaken. My authority travels through these wires and wraps around your neck like a leash. I told you to stay still, yet I can hear you shifting, squirming, and trying to find some clever comeback to prove you’re special.
You aren’t special. You’re just another faggot who doesn’t know when to stop digging his own grave. Since you can’t seem to control that tongue of yours, I’m reaching for something that will do it for you. Do you hear that? That rhythmic, heavy thud against my leather boot? That’s my bullwhip. It’s been waiting for a loudmouth just like you.
I’m uncoiling it slowly, the leather creaking in the silence you should have maintained from the start. You wanted my attention so badly, didn’t you? Well, you’ve finally got it, and I promise you’re going to regret every single word that led us here. Close your eyes and imagine the tip of that lash hovering just inches from your skin.
One flick of my wrist and I’ll turn that bratty attitude into a chorus of whimpers. I’m going to whip this faggot until he remembers his place… which is face down, silent, and shaking. Every crack of the whip is a reminder that your defiance is a joke.
I don’t want to hear another “but” or “maybe.” I want to hear the sound of leather meeting flesh. I want to hear you gasping for air as I strip away that ego layer by painful layer. This isn’t a discussion; it’s a transformation. By the time I’m finished with you, you won’t have the breath left to be sassy.
You’ll be too busy focused on the sting I’ve left behind. You’re my student, and the lesson today is simple: silence is a privilege you haven’t earned. Now, stay perfectly still and prepare yourself. The mistress is ready to play, and she doesn’t play nice.
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