ENTER THE SLAVE MISTRESS PHONE SEX

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“Are you awake Jim,” I asked softly. He made a faint sound, starting to regain consciousness. I gave his cheek a few light slaps, saying in a total smart-ass tone “Wakey, wakey Mr. Mosley.” He blinked a few times, and said, “Where am … what happened?”
“Don’t worry Jim,you’re safe,” I said, and then added almost as an afterthought, “For the most part.” “What?” He tried to sit up, to move, but realized that he was bound tightly at the wrists and ankles, and of course completely naked.“I know there must be a million questions floating around in that head of yours.” “Rhianna, goddammit,” he said, now starting to get mad. “Let me out of these fuckin’ ropes, or so help me I’ll …” “You’ll what, correct me,” I asked using one of his favorite sayings. His eyes filled with rage, a burning hot rage, but I don’t scare easy. Something was gonna get corrected tonight, that’s for sure….

Okay, I’ll admit it, I hold a grudge. I had been seething with anger ever since my former high school Bio teacher turned lover turned dominant sex maniac left me fucked raw and alone on the dirt floor of a warehouse in West L.A. (http://www.teenbabesphonesex.com/the-slave-master-phonesex/,) and I’d been jonesing for a little revenge. But what though, I thought for nearly three weeks, when as luck would have it, my prey willing flew into my trap.

“Hello,” I said into my mobile. It was Jim.

“Yeah, listen,” he said, completely abandoning any form of politeness, “my wife is going out tonight, so you could make me dinner.”

Oh, how wonderful, I thought, my life’s dream come true!

“Well,” he said, when I didn’t answer immediately, “what the fuck is the matter with you, did you go deaf all of a sudden?”

“I’m sorry, Jim, I’d looove to make you dinner. Be here by eight.”

“Fine,” he said sternly, and then hung up the phone.

For dinner I had prepared a delicioso seared sea-bass with a side of asparagus and mashed sweet potatoes and for dessert wonderful little cherry tarts which I was planning on serving with a strong espresso blend of coffee.

“How was everything,” I asked Jim, sounding all girly and pleasant.

“I’ve had better,” he said.

“Well, hopefully, the dessert will be to your liking.”

“Yeah, hopefully. And hopefully that tight asshole of yours is all healed up,” he said, “for your sake.”

We ate our tarts and drank our coffee in silence, and if I must say, I outdid myself, the cherry tarts were awesome.

“Would you like another cup of coffee Jim honey,” I asked, already pouring him another cup.

Gulping the coffee down, he said “Enough of this, go get in the fucking bedroom.”

He stood up and then, sat back down. “What the … I feel.”

“Feel what,” I said. “Tired?”

“Yeah, all of a sudden.” He looked at his cup, and it dawned on him, “Did you …”

He fell to the floor.

****

Jim was furious now, wild with threats of what he was going to do to me if I didn’t untie him this very minute.

“My oh my,” I said, “what language. For shame. Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?”

“You little fuckin’ bitch, I can smash in your fuckin’ face!”

“Save your energy,” I said, “you’re gonna need it.” I retrieved a bag of party favors I had prepared for the night’s festivities. “I got some good stuff in here babe, let me tell you.”

I took out some wooden clothespins from the bag and walked over to Jim, grabbing the skin of his ball sack, I said “You been using me as nothing more than a fuck toy, now it’s my turn.” I clamped two of the pins onto his ball skin.

“Ow! Goddamn you Rhianna!”

“I think there’s some room for a few more.”

After his sack was sufficiently covered in clothespins, I went to work on his cock, stretching it to its limit and wrapping it tightly with a dozen rubber bands. “How does that feel, tight enough for you?”

Taking Jim’s own leather belt, I began to whip him on his chest, stomach and legs, beating them a bright pink. The snap of the leather on his skin was echoing through the house.

“Stop, please, I beg you.”

“You beg me? That’s rich.”

I went back to the bag, “I’ve been saving the best for last.” I was now brandishing a big black dildo. “Ooh, but wouldn’t you know it, in all this excitement, I forgot to buy lube.”

“No Rhianna, no …”

“You want lube, you can do it yourself,” I said, and I shoved the dildo into his mouth. “Wow, you sure would look great sucking a cock, faggot.” 

I pulled the dildo from his mouth and went straight towards his ass, spreading his cheeks open with my fingers, I inserted it straight away. “You like that huh? Your little virgin asshole getting its cherry popped!”

When I was finished reaming his ass, I stuck the dildo back in his mouth, saying “There, I’m done with you.” I untied his wrists and went and sat out by the pool.

About ten minutes later, Jim walked outside and towards the chaise lounge I was reclining on. He was dressed again, but looked disheveled, the mask of defeat plastered on his face. Without saying a word, he dropped to the ground and sat at my feet.

His silence was an acknowledgement that the roles had shifted once more, and that I was now and forever The Slave Mistress.

The End

 

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