I have a dear friend who is obsessed with foot worship.  Charles is a middle-aged married man who I met almost a year ago when I was at the mall shoe-shopping. I’m a complete shoe whore and can never resist adding sexy pairs to my ever-growing collection.  The Shoe Emporium staff are all on a first name basis with me!  So, it was a busy Saturday afternoon at the Emporium and  I’d noticed a seemingly distinguished-looking gentleman who was always lurking nearby every time I decided to try on yet another pair of shoes.  I was trying on these elegant open-toed T-strap sandals with gorgeous rhinestone detail covering the straps.   The shoe store was pretty busy as it was a Saturday afternoon.    

“These seem just a little too big for me.  Maybe we should look at a size 5? ” I asked the clerk who was assisting me.

The store clerk who was assisting me disappeared into the back room when Charles approached me. 

“Those sandals are exquisite.  I do hope they have them in your size. It’d be a shame for your lovely feet not to grace them,” he commented kindly.

“I’m keeping my fingers crossed!” I smiled at the polite older man.

“And perhaps you should cross your cute little toes too,”  he joked.

I stretched my long, supple legs out in front of me and wiggled my pedicured pink-painted toes at him. I couldn’t help but giggle.  I heard him sigh softly, with his eyes glued to my bare feet the whole time.

Then he surprised me by kneeling down right in front of me!  “I hope this doesn’t seem off-putting to you, but I would love to massage your feet”.

Ohhh, was this guy a foot fetish lover or what??

I gave him permission to touch my feet right then and there in the crowded Shoe Emporium.  What the heck? I thought to myself.  I love kinky fetishes and the public attention!

Charles gently cradled my right foot, placed it on his thigh while he kneeled and literally worshipped it with his hands, looking directly at my eyes the whole time.  He then did the same with my left foot, and I have to admit, he had a soothing touch.  People in the store were staring at us, but I didn’t care.  I could tell Charles was becoming aroused by the obvious bulge forming in his khaki’s. This was such a turn on to me.  Right before he finished my massage, he bent his head down and placed a warm, gentle kiss on the tops of each of my feet.  One woman nearby gasped out loud!  <giggles>.

Lucky for me and Charles, those sandals came in a size 5.  He ended up buying them for me with the agreement that I would model them for him the next night.  Do you want to know all about the naughty shoe and foot worship session I had with Charles after that day in the store?  Then you should definitely call me to hear all about it.

~Tai Li, Phone Sex Fetish Girl

I always get such a huge kick when a client calls me from his place of work for some dirty phone sex fun.  While some of these callers might simply be looking for a nice little reprieve from the daily grind at the office, others absolutely adore the added naughty element of jerking off on the job!  What makes it even more exciting and intensified is that there is always the possibility that Mr. Hot-Shot Business Man just might get caught doing his nasty deeds. The best part for me is I get to be in control of the whole scenario and if my caller happens to be a orgasm denial junkie, I have the added pleasure of working him up into a frenzy and then leaving him high and dry at the office.  It makes me chuckle to think of the caller hanging up the phone with a rock-hard erection that is impossible to disguise.  It’s even better if he is scheduled to attend a meeting shortly after our call!

Sometimes, I’ll be entertaining a perverted phone sex client while he’s hiding out in his car during his lunch break. Oh yessss…these are the guys that have an exhibitionist streak.  They get off on the notion that someone might just see them, slumped over at the steering wheel, with their trousers undone and their fists madly pumping at their cock.  I like to take it a step further whenever possible.  Not long ago, I had a jerk-off boy phone me on his cell while he was driving to pick up some lunch on his break at work.  At every red light, I ordered him to stroke it fast and hard and then when the traffic signal turned green, hands-off the cock, eyes on the road.  By the time he got to the delicatessen, his boner was raging.

“Oh my God, Mistress Lexi…you have me ready to explode.  I need to cum so fucking bad!” he moaned.

Not. So. Fast.

I told him he could have an orgasm right then and there, in the parking lot of the deli, but only if he made sure he shot his load all over his fancy business suit and trousers.  Additionally, he was instructed to wipe as much of his man-goo onto his face, neck, mouth.  Then and only then, he could go inside and pick up his food.  Such a dilemma!  He could say no and avoid this episode of phone sex humiliation, thus sealing his fate and losing out on an orgasm…OR, he could get off but he’d have to go into a public place drenched in his own cum.  What do you think he chose?  Call me to find out.

<!–[if gte mso 9]&gt; Normal 0 &lt;![endif]–> Today was my day off so I decided to hang out and relax at home. I ordered a pizza and had a glass of wine. I was wearing my cute pink tank top and matching boy shorts. The doorbell rang and when I opened it, my mouth went dry.

I did not expect to see a super hot black guy delivering my pizza. I said as much and he smiled and said he was a part time firefighter. I barely listened to his answer. Instead my mind  was on my  now dripping pussy. Without thinking, I pulled him in and shut the door. Before he could say anything, I pulled down my boy shorts and begged him to fuck me hard.

In no time I was pressed against the back of the couch as his fingers slipped into my pussy. God, I felt like such a naughty slut and I didn’t care. He finger fucked me for a few minutes and I came all over them. Pulling them out, he lifted them to my mouth and made me taste my own sweet cum. I heard him unzip his pants and then I felt his huge black cock sink deep inside me. He fucked me hard like the whore I am. I wanted it rough and dirty and fuck, did he ever give it too me!

I begged for his cum but he ignored me, pounding away. Finally he pulled out, pushed me on my knees and shot a creamy load all over my face. I was still licking my lips when he left. I looked over at the pizza and decided I wasn’t hungry anymore. At least not for food. Tonight I just want to be fucked over and over until I’m satisfied. Are you going to be the one that will finally satiate me?

Sometimes people question the effectiveness of a twenty-two year old Femdom Mistress. You see My pretty smile, hear My sweet, feminine voice and assume that I can’t be *that* dominant.  The beauty of it is I don’t need to be a hardcore bitch to bend your will to Mine.  I may be young, but I am extremely intelligent.  I love the complete and utter shock that unfolds when a submissive boy thinks I’m going to go easy on him just because I come across as a pretty young thing.  It’s my greatest talent…mindfucking boys and men who never suspect how twisted I can be until its too late.  I can go from polite and angelic to demoness in a heartbeat.  I do enjoy sensual domination but when the mood strikes Me, I can be a dark, controlling and wicked girl.

Luckily for the faint of heart, today I’m in a sensual, teasing mood.  I love playing games and I want you to be My little stroker boy toy.  Get naked and take your cock out if you haven’t already, you perverted slut. Take a pen or magic marker and write “Miss Lexi Owns Me” across both of your thighs.  Then begin to stroke your prick sloooooooooooowly, and I mean, achingly slow. Your hands and fingers should only be LIGHTLY  touching your cock.  Keep doing this for Me and every time you complete a stroke, you are to say out loud, “Mistress Lexi, my cock belongs to you”.  That’s right.  You know when you submit to Me, I expect nothing less than perfect devotion.  Slowly rub your thumb and forefinger in a circle around your cock 10 times. Then repeat the long, drawn out strokes again repeating your mantra.  If at any time you feel like you are close to coming, you should stop touching your cock and trace your fingers around the words you marked on your thights for Me.  Think about what it means to be owned by Me and when you think you understand, call Me for a hot, domination phone sex session and convince Me that you are ready to completely surrender.

Today I did something naughty. I stole my mom’s credit card and went shopping. I couldn’t help it. I was just dying to go and buy some cute new panties. I love the way my ass looks in panties. Seriously, they look so cute! Anyway, I went to the store and found tons of ones that I liked. I’m very girly so I love the ones with bows and ribbons and polka dots.

The store was pretty deserted and there was just one girl at the counter looking bored. But I noticed a guy come in and stare at me a bit while I was picking them out. He was very cute so I started flirting with him; holding up panties to get his approval and bending over and showing off my cute ass.

Anyway, I went to the fitting room to try a few things on and suddenly I turned around and there he was. He said nothing, just pushed me into the fitting room and shut the door.

He told me to try on the panties and I did; one after another until I felt his hand swat my ass.  He bent me over bench and spanked me again, hard. A moan escaped my lips. Knowing that anyone could walk in at anytime and see him spanking me hard was making my pussy soaking wet.

Then he pulled down his pants and I felt this enormous cock head rubbing through my panties. I licked my lips, knowing that I was going to get that cock. I’m such a slut, aren’t I? He smacked my ass again and pushed those panties aside, Then I felt that giant cock get shoved nice and deep up my tight pussy and holy fuck, it felt amazing! He screwed me hard until I came all over those panties and he came inside me. And before I knew it, he was gone and I was left with shaky legs and soaked panties. Good thing I had the credit card!