I’m standing here in black latex that clings to every curve, red latex boots planted firmly on the floor. The whip is already in my hand. You hear it before you hear me. I don’t need to explain myself. You’re here to listen.
Phone Dominatrix isn’t a fantasy tonight, it’s a position of control, and I’m wearing it comfortably. My grip tightens around the handle as I look you over, slow and deliberate, making you wait for permission to breathe properly. Hands down. Eyes forward. Don’t speak unless I tell you to.
I lift the whip slightly, letting it rest against my thigh. That’s your warning. You straighten immediately. Good. Obedience looks better on you than confidence ever did.
I give instructions clearly, one at a time, and I expect them to follow the first time I say them. Knees where I want them. Back straight. No fidgeting. I pace in front of you, boots clicking, latex creasing as I move. Every sound reminds you who’s in charge here.
Then you slip. A comment you weren’t invited to make. A tone you didn’t earn. I stop walking and turn slowly. The whip taps once against my palm. Now you really have my attention. “Come Again Sissy Boy? Did I hear you raising your Voice?! I want you to give me 50 pushups as I whip your back while you count every number out loud you hear me?” I say to the rude one. “My apologies, it won’t happen again” He says as he begins to start his pushup routine.
I don’t raise my voice. I don’t have to. I step closer, close enough that you feel the heat coming off me, and I tell you exactly how this is going to go. You don’t get opinions. You get instructions. If you want to stay here, you earn it with silence and obedience.
The whip cracks the air, sharp and final. You flinch, corrected without being touched. That’s all it takes. Your posture fixes itself instantly. Apology accepted… because it’s shown, not spoken.
The rest of the session runs smoothly after that. Everyone follows. Everyone listens. I reward compliance with approval, a slow nod, a quiet “good” that hits harder than punishment ever could. You crave that more than anything.
I finish exactly where I started, whip in hand, boots steady, latex flawless. You’re calm now. Focused. Properly trained for the night. When I tell you you’re done, you don’t rush. You wait.
That’s obedience. And that’s how I like it.

















