Anal-Fisting Phone Sex Fantasy: Finally Full – Part 1

Well hello there lovely! Welcome to my blog, where I get to share some of my erotic fantasies, and real-life stories for you all to enjoy. This week I’m bringing you my anal-fisting phone sex fantasy. Let’s have some fun!

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It was going to take time, that was for sure. As I looked around the room my excitement grew. 

In the next 20 minutes, you would be arriving and I wanted to make sure that I had everything all ready. I smoothed the sheet I had on the spanking bench where I’d soon have you naked and waiting. After my last check, I sat on the armchair, my toe-tapping as I waited.

When I heard the knock I smiled. It sounded so timid, especially compared to the sounds of my heels. I opened the door, where you stood, all 200 lbs of muscle. In your day-to-day life you had to lead your team, to be strong and manly, to not feel. But as we know, beneath the surface was a desire to serve, and to submit, to a beautiful woman like me.

Deeper than a craving, a need to give up all control, and I was more than happy to take it from you.

I smile before I turn on my heel. “Follow me right this way.” When we are in the playroom I pick up my favorite riding crop and turn to face you again. I can see the nervousness in your eyes, can feel them searching for any once of weakness in mine.

“Now, Jonathan, does a little bitch like you deserve to wear clothes?”

You look away before mumbling no, sorry mistress.

I wait for about 20 seconds before bringing the crop up to your shoulder, “Then why the fuck are you still dressed?”

All at once, you try to strip, and I can’t help but laugh. As your pants fall down your legs I bring the riding crop up, giving your thighs a couple of light slaps. “I do love watching you hop around like that, but I do believe I’ve seen toddlers get undressed faster than you.”

You fold your clothes, putting them to the side, before turning to face me. I draw my fingers over the skin of your chest, giving those nipples a little bit of a pinch, before twisting just a little. “Now then Jonathan. What are you?”

“Your bitch,” you say as your cock twitches.

“Exactly,” I say as I bring my riding crop up to your lips. “Kiss it, bitch.”

Your lips pucker, and kiss the dark leather in front of your face.

“Now show me where you belong,” I say while looking at those eyes of yours.

When you don’t immediately drop to your knees I growl before reaching out, grabbing hard onto the back of your neck and pull you down onto your hands and knees.

“Now, Jonathan, where do you belong?”

“On my knees mistress.”

“So then,” I say while drawing the crop along your back, “why did your mistress have to force you there? Did you think that for a moment you were worth important than the filth on the ground?” I bring my heel up, pressing you down onto your belly. “All you are right now, is my bitch,” I say while giving your right ass cheek a swat, enjoying the small movement it elicits. I move over to the spanking bench. “Crawl over to me like the little bitch are.”

 

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Well, I hope you’re enjoying this anal-fisting phone sex fantasy of mine. If are, and want to hear the audio version of this week’s anal-fisting phone sex fantasy, as it contains parts 1, 2, and bonus content, you can buy it right here. And if you need more sexy reading RIGHT NOW, check out my BBC cuckold phone sex fantasy here.

I’ll see you Friday. Hugs and Kisses.

-Wren

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