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 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.

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?