I don’t mince words and I’m the kind of girl who will just tell it like it is.  And that’s what I’m intend to do right here, right now.

Black cocks are fucking amazing!

I’ve been with a fair amount of men and I love fetish play and kinky sex.  I’ve seen my share of various cocks in all their sizes, shapes and forms and I can honestly say, I’ve never met a cock that didn’t do *something* for me.  But this new man, Darren, who I hooked up with a few weeks ago—good God almighty!  He’s got the thickest, most massive and powerful black cock I’ve ever had the pleasure of being pleasured by.   And to top it off, he’s a kinky dude who totally gets me all worked up with the dirty things he does to my body.

Darren is extremely handsome and athletic.  I’ve been with a few black men before, but not like Darren. His cock is mind-blowing.  When he’s fully erect, it’s over 10 inches long and soooo fat and juicy; it’s a work of art like no other I’ve ever seen.  And from the moment his massive meat is hard, it leaks the most delicious pre-cum out from his mushroom tip. 

The first time we had sex, he wanted to tie me up and I was like….”Oh, I think I’m in love!”   He had me  laid out spread-eagle style on his bed and tied my wrists and ankles to each of the bed posts.  Then Darren straddled me across my chest and started smacking my sensitive titties with his huge palms.  Next, he took his big, black dick and pushed it to my lips and commanded in his low, sexy voice, “Suck me, you dirty little Asian whore.”  My pussy was soaking wet by this point.  He fucked my mouth relentlessly and kept pinching my nipples, all the while reminding me how he was going to own me and use me like a filthy whore and I was going to love every minute of it.  And he was right.  I loved every minute of it and *every* inch of him. 

After that first night, I knew Darren was the kind of man I could submit to again and again.  Though it doesn’t happen often, there are some men who I simply lose all self control around.   And this time I know there is no turning back anytime soon.

You’ve been craving something more lately.  Something more hardcore, perhaps, and you’re in need of Mistress Lexi’s femdom touch, aren’t you?

Lucky for you, I’m in the mood to take on some new bitch-slaves.

You should know, however, that callers who come to me for femdom training phone sex, are put through quite the regimen.  I don’t waste time with wankers and if you are going to be considered as an addition to my submissive stable of fuck-toys, then you will be challenged.  Make no mistake about that.

Let me give you an example.  A few months ago, I began working with a new submissive boy.  He wasn’t very experienced in the art of serving a dominant female, but he showed a true desire to be controlled and humiliated by me.  Often, I find that males who haven’t received a lot of previous submissive training can be the most exciting and rewarding ones to play with.  I get to mold them to my own liking and be the kinky woman who changes their life forever.  That’s a pretty damn exhilarating scenario for me.

This new boy told me he was interested in exploring pain.   Ohh, Mistress Lexi does so love a good pain slut!  So we began with a series of cock and ball torture exercises, each one more progressively challenging than the previous.   My blossoming slave would take more and more from me during each phone sex femdom session.  My favorite experiment was guiding him through a combo webcam (his) and phone sex session where he attached weights to his balls.   Every time he added a little more weight to the chain wrapped around his nut-sack, I let him stroke his cock for me.  Eventually, his poor balls were nearly stretched to the floor as he showed me how much he was willing to endure for me.

Now that’s a pain slut I can use!

Are you willing to be used by me?  Will you let me push those limits and turn you into my phone sex slave?

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?