Hey there, phone sex boys! I’ve got a story for you that you’ll probably appreciate.

As you probably already know, I have several different boys that I like to play with from time to time. Today, I had one of those boys come over for some fun. And, boy, did we enjoy ourselves!

He has this sort of schoolboy fantasy that we’ve done a couple of times. He likes to roleplay being a naughty schoolboy, and he likes when I’m his stern teacher who puts him in his place. Sometimes, putting him in his place involves humiliation or pain or both. This time, I decided to mix both things together with a good old fashioned over the knee spanking!

I made him pull his pants and underwear down around his ankles and tell me how sorry he was for being a bad boy. Then, I pulled him across my lap and started tearing up that little behind!

When I felt his cock getting hard, I just spanked him harder. Of course, it didn’t stop his dick from throbbing, but it made him make all these nice little whimpering noises that I liked a lot. I spanked him until my hand was hurting and his butt was a bright red! 209

You’ll have to call me to find out what happened after that. I know you’re ready to pick up the phone right now and see how much fun we can have together with your roleplay phone sex fantasy!

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. 

As you know, I love being a stripper and it’s not often that I’m surprised by something new at my job. But today I was! I was doing my thing on stage when out of the corner of my eye I saw this woman walk in. Let me rephrase, this smokin’ hot woman walked in! She was wearing this tight fitted halter top that showed off her fantastic tits and a pair of jeans that seemed molded to her body. When I saw her, my body instantly reacted and my pussy got nice and wet. Now I’ve experimented with girls before, but never had I had this instant attachment. I wanted to fuck her badly right then and there. But I finished my set and went around to the guys, offering dances until I was told I had a private client. I went into the VIP room and there was the woman; sitting on the chair, legs spread, waiting for me. I started to smile but she commanded me to come to her. I did and immediately found myself across her lap. She pulled up my skirt and slapped my ass, sending a shockwave to my clit. Immediately I felt her two fingers shove deep inside my pussy and I cried out. I had wanted to fuck her but she was toying with me instead. I loved every moment and soon I was begging for more. Instead, she pushed me off her lap and onto my knees. She pulled off her jeans and shoved my face into her pussy, making me lick and suck it until she came all over my face. Then she put her jeans back on and walked out the door without another word, leaving me wanting. God, I hope she comes back! But now I’m super horny and desperate to get off. Want to help me?

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?

I have a little secret to tell you and I know you want to hear it. I love to get spanked. I love the feeling of a heavy paddle smacking hard on my ass and then the burn that happens afterward. I love feeling your hand rubbing that tender spot after you’ve hit it enough to make it sting.

I can imagine your hand holding me in place by the small of my back and then the paddle smacking me hard, making me cry out in pain and pleasure and then offering a subtle whimper begging you to do it again. I would be totally wet–I might even cum while you’re spanking my ass hard with that paddle.

Then after you’ve swatted my butt and made me cry, you tenderly wipe the tears from my cheeks. You kiss each tear away and then lick them. Your tongue traps a tear on the corner of my lips and then shares it with me by entering my mouth. Your hand finds my wet pussy waiting for your tender caress but instead you pull on my lips and clit almost so violently that it makes me yelp.

I can’t control my shaking because the pain is so good. I open my legs to your fingers where you slide as many as you can inside. My breath is shallow and my head is heavy on your shoulder. Your thumb is pressing hard on my clit forcing me to orgasm before I’m ready and then before I back away, you make me cum again, but it hurts because I’m not ready and then tomorrow you will make me wait before I can cum. I know it, because that is how you work. I’m not ashamed. I dream of it every night.