One of my real time boy toys has a huge pantyhose fetish. He sounds so much like many of my pantyhose fetish phone sex callers. Only he’s lucky because he gets to worship me in person. Anyway, he bought me this incredibly sexy pair of sheer black pantyhose that have seams going up each leg.

We played a game where he had to straight the seams because I hate crooked seams. The thing is, when he’d go to straighten one leg, after straightening the other, I’d pull it a little so it wasn’t straight anymore. Haha! I told him the only way he could cum - and on my pantyhose - is that he had the seams perfectly straight. Poor pantyhose fetish freak didn’t get to cum that day because he just couldn’t get my seams straight. He did though get some strap-on love Hahaha!

Tease and denial phone sex makes my pussy dripping wet. I so get off on hearing orgasm denied boys begging me, for release. That little note of desperation in their voice as I tell them to edge, but to not cum.

Then that little bit of desperation grows bigger and bigger, just like their ball sac. The thought of their balls turning blue following my instructions during tease and denial phone sex gets me so horny that sometimes I have to cum right then and there. I know that makes my orgasm denied subs even more desperate, but oh well. If I’m in a generous mood, I’ll let them cum, but I’m in a generous mood about 50% of the time - if that. Haha! Don’t forget your first three minutes 1-800-908-5975 of tease and denial phone sex are free if you are new.

I had such a sweet pantie boy phone sex call yesterday. Panty boy called me up and was so soft spoken and lisps. I guess I should call him sissy pantie boy because he also liked wearing other cross dressing things besides panties.

Anyway, he told me he had 101 pairs of panties. Whoa, that’s more than me! I asked him why he had so many, and he said he wanted to be the pantie boy with the most panties. *giggle* Well, I think I should give him that title because out of all the panty boy phone sex callers I’ve had, I’ve never spoken to anyone who’s had that many panties. We had so much fun talking about panties and the different styles that it got me in the mood for panty shopping. Any pantie boys out there wanna help me? Don’t forget if its your first time calling your 1-800-908-5975 phone sex call is free for three minutes!

I get a real kick out of subs who tell me I’m one of the best in phone domination. I know I’m damn good, but it’s nice to get feedback from those who know - my phone submissive’s. If you’re considering calling me for phone domination, let me tell you a few things. I’m a girl of many moods and talents. My dominant tastes run from sensual domination phone sex to sometimes harsh humiliation phone sex. Call me now 1-800-908-5975 to talk about your kinky hot phone sex fantasies!

I hate it when some phone submissive’s ask me which form of phone domination is my favorite because they’re all my favorite. Each form of phone domination is a helluva turn on for me, so I just can’t pick out my favorite. I LOVE all forms of phone domination!

I’m not a hardcore phone domme. Not that I think there’s anything wrong with it. No, not at all. It’s just that my style is more of a sensual domination. I love giving sensual domination phone sex, especially to submissive’s who are new to D/s phone sex. I can be very gentle, so don’t think I’m not dominating you. I most definitely am. I think that’s one of the beauties of sensual domination phone sex:

I seem so soft at first, but before you know it, I’m in your soul. You’ll be thinking about me in between our sensual domination phone sex calls. You’ll be wondering what I’m doing and how I would approve of you as you go about your daily routine. You’ll probably hear my voice in the back of your head - a voice you’ll come to know well from our sensual domination phone sex
sessions.

I am such a Princess, and you better remember that every minute of our conversation during my bratty Princess phone sex call. Don’t think I’m playing some silly kind of role for you stupid little perverts. I AM a Princess, and you will treat me as such. I want my way ALL the time, and you better get that through your thick caveman brain.

Get your club out (that icky thing between your legs) and call me up. You will only touch that caveman club when I tell you to because you’re here to amuse me. And the only way you can do that is doing as I say during our Princess phone sex calls. Well, what are you waiting for? Princess does NOT like to be kept waiting. *folding arms and stomping my foot*. Remember if its your first time calling us on phone sex brats the first three minutes of phone sex are free!

So when I graduated and moved out I had this girl friend and she and her “husband” had a duplex for rent. I guess you would call it a duplex. It was the upper level of the house though I shared the kitchen with them. I did not like her too much because she really was such a whiner and seemed to have little or no self respect. Seriously she did not keep her self up and was always stuffing her face then complained that she was ugly, um, well yeah. It takes a bit of care and self respect to be hot, no? In spite of her I took the room anyway because it really was adorable.

I have always been a predator when it comes to men and could make them weak with virtually no effort but I never really understood my power over them. Call this short stay my coming of age.

It did not take long before I started catching James, the husband, staring at me and It eventually became a game for me. I would dress skimpier, bend more, brush against him and tease him mercilessly soon we ended up in bed together but that was not a enough because as soon as he got his dick into this tight ass pussy he shot off like a rocket, I mean wouldn’t you if you had a dumpy wife and a sex goddess upstairs? While this sixty second thing might have been fine for him I needed more so I started making him give me oral before he could bang me and he would not get any if I did not cum so the cum calisthenics often lasted close to an hour. Then with that done I would let him do his thing which unfortunately for him only led to more frustration for me because having that massive meat hammer in me made me want to orgasm again but he could not resist the powers of my impressive pussy long enough to get me off again so I had to make him promise to eat me when he was done to which could last even longer. This not only got me off but cleaned up his smelly spooge.

I tried to train him to last longer but I suppose I was underestimating my pussy in doing so, because no matter how hard he tried he could not last any longer. I would make him pull out to try to resist and he always ended up cumming on my belly which was gross so since he was used to eating it out of my pussy I began making him clean it off of my belly as punishment for being so gross.

Soon I found that it was just a waste of my time to even bother with that cock because no matter how big and beautiful it was a waste. I just allowed him to eat my perfect cunt and then he would sit on the floor and masturbate. Calling him names was so much fun because really he was a waste of my time but you know he began secretly not charging me rent and I got my pussy eaten as often as I wished, how cool is that.

The one day I decided to get really nasty and made him lay on his back with his but propped against the wall and started jerking him off. When he was ready to cum he tried to move away saying he would cum in his own face and I laughed and told him, “that’s right” he protested until I told him I would tell his wife he had been flirting with me which he knew she would believe because she had been whining about his lack of attention towards her.

Then I began to like tormenting him and made him keep his balls drained all the time. I began to enjoy listening to the cunt whine because he could not get it up and took great pleasure in knowing I owned him wholly and completely and her by proxy. I would call his cell from my apartment and make him go jerk off and save the tissues (as proof) that I would later make him stuff in his mouth when he stroked it for me.

It was then that I realized my power over men and women for that matter and that I could monetize it while having fun.

You know sometimes I wonder about my gutsy submissive dudes. I mean it seriously makes you stop and say “humm” and scratch your head when you get calls like this. This one was not the first but I have to think equally as foolishly daring as Timmy , yeah click that blue link and read about Timmy, he is a hoot!

So Brain the Bold calls and tells me he works at a warehouse and he is currently hiding in the back near the receiving clerk’s desk though she is currently away. Quietly he told me that while he could see other people they could not see him and he proceeds to drop his pants to enjoy a little guided masturbation knowing full well someone could walk in on him. Me being the conniving bitch I am decide he should step out of his britches and toss them about five feet away.

Brain the Bold breathlessly agrees his bated breath giving away the excitement his cock is feeling as he is freed from his pants; you know that leg covering that you should wear while working?

So while I Cock Teasing Courtney am musing with Brain the Bold about where he should leave his spooge, either on top of the receiving clerk’s desk where she may freak out if she realizes it is nut juice on her desk or if he should drop his man load on her seat where chances are she will never bother to look before sitting and thus be marked with Brain the Bold’s man scent and even wear it home to her man.

Just as the dirty schemes are driving Brain the Bold wild to the point we are deciding just where his spunk should go while gently squeezing his balls…

I hear him gasp and another voice, an authoritative man voice that defiantly does not belong to Brain the Bold, then another gasp and CLICK.

Humm, I wonder where that man juice went?

Look at my picture. Look at your dick. Look at your wallet. Do you have enough to impress me? We already know that your dick won’t impress me, and neither will your loser personality. So, that leaves only one thing to impress a Princess like me: how much money are you gonna cough up for me? Come on, tell me, my little human atm. Tell me how much you think about me - night and day. How much your pathetic money piggie dick revolves around your financial Princess.

I have you wrapped so tightly around my perfect manicured finger that you don’t know which way is up. I do. I always do. And you…you’re always in the dark, like a worthless piece of pond scum gurgling out his ick man snot whenever you drop hundreds in my account. Ca-ching! What Princess does not love financial domination phone sex? Duh!

Do you like hearing me whisper in your ear during our forced feminization phone sex calls? Do you like it when I tell you to twirl your tongue around the head of that dildo, teasing it just like you would if it were a real cock? Do you get a little scared when I tell you to suck that dildo in? I hope you do. After all, it wouldn’t be called “forced feminization” phone sex for no reason. How far can you suck it down, bi-curious boy? Hm? I want to hear you suck for me. I want to hear you turn into a whore during our cock sucking phone sex call. Let me hear you gag!

Here, sissy, sissy! It’s swimsuit season, and it’s time you called me up to help you pick out a swimsuit just for you! I can’t wait! I bet you’re excited, too! I bet it makes you giggle and blush. For you shy sissies, we can surf online during our sissy phone sex chat, looking at the different types of swimsuits. By the way, the good news is that retro swimsuits are back in style, so you can look even more girlie! For you bold and brazen sissies, you can call me up on your cell phone, and we can pick out a swimsuit for you during our feminization phone sex call. So let’s get shopping, sissies!!