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.

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.

Let’s face it. You’re here because you want to cum.  You’ve had a long day and you’re stressed and frazzled and a nice, hard orgasm is just the thing that will make you feel better, wouldn’t it?

Sorry, slut.  What you want and need is of little concern to Me.  In fact, when you call Me, you’ll learn quickly that as your Phone Sex Mistress,  it’s *all* about what I want.  My pleasure.  My amusement.   Your only job is to please Me and quite honestly, your cock and orgasm officially belong to Me.  As of right now.

I want you to go to a porn website and find the hottest images…the one’s that make your cock ache.  Maybe a sexy latexed-up femdom teasing a submissive boy toy, or perhaps you’ll focus on something specific like long legs wrapped in silky stockings and decorated with strappy stiletto heels.  Visually indulge in your fetish.  Imagine I am doing those things to you.  BUT.  You can not stroke your cock during this visual reverie.   You must get hard, horny and turned on and stay that way for a full hour.

When you no longer can stand it, and you absolutely *must* touch yourself, give Mistress Lexi a call.  Depending on My mood, I may or may not permit you release.  You will surrender your cock to Me and prove to Me why you are deserve to  cum.  Oh, and I will make you work at it, never fear. 

Orgasm control is one of My favorite hobbies.  I take great pleasure in the act of denying *your* pleasure.  That’s right.  Listening to you squirm, moan and beg for orgasmic release is music to My ears. You’ll find out soon enough that tease and denial phone sex is just one of My many, many specialties.

I’ve been drinking a bit at the bar and now I feel totally horny. What I want…no, what I need right now is a man to tie me up. I want him to rope me and hogtie my feet and hands so he can do what he want. I feel like I need this right now and I want you to do it.

I was bad letting the men touch me while I danced. They put the money in my panties and I let them get a feel while doing so. I wanted their touch and now I feel like a horribly dirty girl. You must discipline me and show me who is boss.

Do what you did to me last time I let a customer touch me. Tie me so I can’t move then fuck me until I have to cum yet I can’t because you’ve told me not to. Humiliate me, Sir. Stick your nightstick in my pussy and suck on my clit until I try to cum but my hips won’t help me pump it out. Make me cry. I need it.

Turn me over and fuck my ass with hard staff. Make my eyes water until you want to hold me in your arms and tell me everything is okay. Sir, I’ve been bad and I want your touch but you must punish me before you take me or I won’t stop letting them touch me. Maybe.

You’ve been a bad boy again, haven’t you? I saw you watching porn last night. You watched it for an hour all by yourself. Why do you do that to yourself? You’re wearing a chastity belt so you can’t even get it up. I bet you’re into that kind of pain, aren’t you?

I counted the minutes you watched. You were on for approximately 63 minutes. That’s right, that is a little over an hour. Now you know the rules. I get to do what I want to you for 63 minutes. I get to torture you and make you cry and it’s even better right now because you can’t even get a hard on while you’re strapped up in that contraption.

See this paddle? I’m going to spank your ass 63 times–once per minute. Yes, I have time to do this because I schedule my day around this little event. I’m going to enjoy watching your ass stink and welt because you deserve it. Oh please don’t cry, you’re the kind of man who craves this kind of attention. Don’t be such a loser cry baby.

Did you feel that? I’ve paddled your ass with this hard, wooden stick 20 times now. I see the tears stinging your eyes yet you won’t cry out. Don’t worry, by the time I’m done you will want to beg me to stop, but you know you can’t because I’ll gag you so you can’t make a whimper.

Haha that’s 20 more and your right cheek is turning a bright red. You’re being very good not screaming for attention. Perhaps this session will disappoint me because you know how I love to hurt you when you’re bad.

Oh, there you go. You couldn’t handle ten more paddles against that bright pink ass cheek. I’m shoving this ball gag in your mouth so you can’t scream anymore.  9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2…yes, I’m taking the gag out. This last one is going to hurt. Any last words?