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. 

Hi everyone from Baby, your yummy Godiva chocolate phone sex darling.

Have you ever fantasized about what it would be like to get busy with a sensual, black lady?  I can’t tell you how many white men are utterly amazed at the kind of lovin’ they receive when they succumb to my irresistible charms.  I’m a voluptuous, erotic ebony female and when I am with you, I will simply ravish you.

Sometimes, I think I’m a little bit of a hedonist.  I love good food, wine, entertainment, and all sorts of  carnal delights.  I just can’t get enough of the good stuff; when something makes me feel amazing, I want more and more! I am ruled by passion and I leave my lovers in a dizzy whirlwind when I am done with them.

Take cock-sucking for example.  White men, in particular, are addicted to fucking my mouth.  They tell me there is nothing that compares to my juicy, full, hot mouth wrapped around them and that no white woman ever sucked them off like I can.  Watching their white, full erection slide in, out and in between my dark lips makes men crazy!  It feels incredible when my mouth is  moaning, humming and  slithering all over your sexy dick.  Sometimes I’ll lightly graze my teeth over your naked flesh and use my tongue in places that will make you blush!  I’ll lick your balls too….I won’t neglect any part of your body.  And you know I will need you to cum in my mouth so I can drink you down.  There won’t be a drop of fluid left, I am a very thorough cock-sucker. Like I said, passion motivates everything I do.

When was the last time you felt the passion?  How much longer can you go without it? Baby knows what you need and what will make you experience phone sex nirvana.

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.

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.