I love the Catholic boys!  *Chuckles*.

It’s not a shock that sometimes I can be a strict masturbatrix.  I have a lot of phone sex callers who seem to have the need to confess to me that they can never stop jerking off.   Not just when we were on the phone, but in nearly every opportune moment that presents itself for these stroker addicts.

“Oh look, there’s a female deodorant commercial on tv…that girl was cute…hmm..I think I’ll jerk off.”

“Wow, my cougar neighbor said the word ‘fuck’, man now I need to wank myself”.

“It’s 4:54pm on a rainy Friday afternoon, yup…time to slap my monkey”.

Seriously, some of you are pathetic!

So when “Mr. Wayne”, a pseudo-devout Catholic who is always filled with immense guilt over his excessive masturbation habit called me a couple weeks ago, I had the best idea ever for him.   He has told me he jerks off at least a few times a day and that he knows he shouldn’t be so greedy, but that he can’t help it.  He also confessed a strict Catholic upbringing where self-gratification is frowned upon.   You know what that means, right?  Sister Mary Lexi to the rescue!

Since it is the season of Lent, many Catholics partake in a 40 day ritual of abstaining from something.  The idea is to give up a favorite habit or hobby in order to cleanse one’s body, mind and soul to prepare for the most holy Catholic day of the year–Easter Sunday.  Mr. Wayne wants to “make a good Lent” this year and says he is willing to sacrifice whatever it takes to be more holy in the eyes of the Lord.   I think its even more important that  Mr. Wayne become  more holy AND worthy  in the eyes of  of Mistress Lexi, she who owns his cock.

So, Mr. Wayne has been ordered by the Most Holy Office Of Lexi, Cock Control Specialist, to refrain from touching his dick in any sexual way over the 40 day period of Lent.  He will be denied and celibate per MY wishes and during our weekly phone sex session, his cock will be teased and tormented.  If at any time, he breaks his Lent vows,  he will be subjected to a cruel, deviant humiliation.   I have an abundance of ammunition in which to blackmail Mr. Wayne and will gladly reveal him and his secret fetish to the world.

Thanks be to Lexi. 

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.

Mmm as I sit here waiting for your call I’m thinking about all the wonderful pleasures you can do to me. Sometimes I feel like being a bit submissive so you can have some fun with me. I know you want to be called Mister or Master and that’s what I want to do.

It’s my calling.

I’m thinking about how you can bend me over the edge of the bed and slowly spread my legs apart with your hands. I can imagine the feel of your fingers sliding in and out of my drenched pussy. You rub my clit with just a little bit of pressure and then when you hear my breath shallow you stop. I want to cry out and scream because I want to cum, but I know this will only bring a bit of denial and I can’t wait much longer.

As a hint, I prop my ass up a little higher and you noticed the gesture. Instead of giving me what I need you slap my ass with the palm of your hand. I let out a little yelp as the tears line my eyes. I only wanted your attention. Instead, you leave me there spread eagle over the side of the bed while you leave the room.

I want to scream out at you, but I don’t. I wait for your return. I wait in hunger for your taste and smell. I think about that huge cock sliding up inside of me and your hands pulling on my hair from behind. I try to rub my clit on the rough fabric of the bed and at the verge of an of an orgasm I hear you laugh from behind me. Your hand smacks my ass again. Will the pain and pleasure ever end?

Sometimes rough sex really turns me on. I’ll go looking for a hook up that can give me what need. I found this guy the other night while out at a bar. I took him back to my place. He quickly walked up to me and pulled me roughly to him. He ripped open my blouse and I screamed. He pulled a ball gag out of his pocket and quickly shut me up. He ripped down my bra and roughly fondled my breasts. I tried to get away from his touch but he had me pinned against a wall. He teased my nipples until they were hard. He then pulled and bit on them until they were bright red. He ran his hands over my thighs, to the bottom of my knee length skirt, then under it. Sliding his hands between my thighs…telling me what a slut I was…how hot and wet my pussy was…how I needed a good hard fuck. He pushed me onto the coffee table. As I lay on my stomach he tied each of my thighs to the respective table leg. My skirt was now up around my waist. He handcuffed my wrists behind my back. He quickly ripped my panties off of me as he enjoyed my muffled screams. He spanked my ass and laughed at me. As I cried, he pulled up on my arms to lift my chest off the table and mauled my breasts, twisting and pinching my nipples. He then resumed spanking me. He told me he was going to fuck my ass and cum in my cunt. As I watched him, he took off his clothes. I began to struggle again; he moved between my legs and forced himself into my pussy. He told me to relax and enjoy it, and what a tight pussy I had. He pulled almost completely out and then rammed his cock into me with one swift thrust. He grabbed my hips and pulled me toward him as he slammed into me. He knew he wouldn’t last too long at that pace so he withdrew. He heard me sigh (a sigh of relief) and he laughed. He wasn’t even close to being done! He pushed his cock into my ass…I had never had it up the ass before, and he was not gentle! After initiating my ass, he pulled out and re-entered my cunt. I had finally tired of struggling and just lay there…waiting for him to finish. He asked me if I was ready for him to cum in my pussy. I didn’t reply so he reached under me and twisted my nipple until I shook my head yes. He let go of my abused nipple and continued with his long hard strokes. Finally he could hold out no longer and shot his cum deep inside me. He pulled my hips into him as the last few spurts shot out of his cock.

If you don’t like swimming don’t step foot in the South! It gets so hot down here and one of the only ways to cool off if you don’t have central air and heating. The Southern heat seems to make men hornier as well for this week is a gangbang for me, but I’m not complaining.

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This week started at the beach, I was out in a nice little skimpy pink and black stripped bikini, turning heads as I walked by. I kinda wish I had a larger top on because my tits were popping out a little and had red marks due to me doing a bondage session earlier that night. I found a nice spot on the beach and laid out side to catch some sun rays before I would go for a water sport or two. The sun was hot and the guys proved to be just as warm to me. A couple of cute guys came to bring me company but none struck me as a potential master so I would be nice but I awaited a nice dominant man to take care of me.

After getting my skin nice and warm by the Southern heat, it was time to go into the water where I met Mr. Master! Mr. Master is a hard bodied and big ego man who knew how to make me into the submissive bitch I am with a single glance! As I wadded into the water, he called out that the strings to the back of my bikini were coming lose and he swam over to help me tie them. We talked for about 10 minutes after that but it wasn’t hard to tell that my looks were turning him on nor did it take long for him to figure out that I am nothing but a little slave girl.

He said that he was going back to shore and that I was to follow behind him and not to look at the other guys. I quickly obeyed him and marched furtively behind him, looking down the whole time. He lead me down a grassy path into the trees where he ordered me down on the ground on my hands and knees. He hiked up bikini bottoms, giving me a hard wedgie between my ass checks. From there he began to spank my ass cheeks hard till they were a deep red and tears flooded my eyes. He asked if I enjoyed my punishment for wearing such a slutty outfit, of course I quickly blurted out YES Master at the top of my lungs.

He asked if I wanted to ride his cock, to which I responded only if he wants me to. He said No, but wrote down his number and said to call him at 9:00 pm that night cause I was his slave and he was going to own me completely.

Well guys its 8:40 pm now, I have to run!