Are you ready for some phone sex adventure?

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 have a lover who I visit every few months or so.   Whenever we meet, I always purchase some new lingerie to wear when I’m with him and I especially take great care in selecting a fabulously sexy pair of stockings.  His personal favorites (and mine too!)  are thigh high stockings.

For the most recent encounter, I had purchased a pair of fishnet thigh high stockings and decided to do something even more unexpected and packed along a special toy to bring with me.   Sometimes we meet at his place, other times at mine.   The last time I hooked up with him, I paid him a surprise visit at his office.  I was all primped and made-up and ready for a round of hot, kinky sex. I called a cab and instructed the driver to drop me off at my lover’s place of work.

I arrived at the office building and made my way to the elevator which would take me to the 6th floor.  It was a quiet Friday afternoon and I noticed there were not many employees around.  The click-click of my stiletto heels on the marble tile echoed loudly as I approached the suite where his office was.

The secretary seemed to be away from the reception area so I decided I’d be bold and head right into his office.  I smiled to myself as I thought about what kinky, dirty thing I was planning on doing to my lover.  The door was closed and I almost just turned the knob and let myself in when I stopped suddenly.  I heard moaning noises on the other side of the wall.

Uh-oh, I thought to myself.  Maybe this showing up unannounced idea wasn’t such a smart move.  I pressed my ear to the door and listened more closely.  I could hear my lover’s voice mumbling something.  It sounded like he was saying the word “cock”… or “fuck”, I couldn’t be sure.   But what I was sure of was that the other voice in the office was definitely and distinctly masculine.

Hot damn!

I gently turned my hand on the door knob and peered inside.

My lover was on his knees, as  the very manly cock of a male coworker’s  was being stuffed inside his mouth.  This was almost too perfect.

At the same time, both men noticed me standing there and looked slightly startled.  My lover started to stand up when I simply said, “Oh, you don’t have to stop on my account.”

I then untied the belt on my trenchcoat to reveal the black bustier and black fishnet stockings I was wearing.  Nestled near my pelvis was a gorgeous, shiny, silicone strap on cock.

Both men looked shocked and excited at once.

I so love two-for-one specials, don’t you?

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 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