Dominatrix Phone Sex- Submissive Slave Training Part 1

Well, hello there! I bet you’re curious as to how my Dominatrix phone sex started. If you’re not, are you even in the right place?! So, kick back, relax and lose yourself in this experience of how I teach my submissive a lesson he won’t soon forget. You won’t be sorry!

I didn’t start out doing submissive slave training. I was a submissive in the lifestyle, I started as a submissive and trained to be a Dominatrix. It usually doesn’t take much for me to break-in a new submissive. Each one is so unique in their interests and limits, even if they are similar.

I recently had such submissive come to my door.

Working at a distance with him for some time, I had thought that it would be an easy transition to a live session, but that was not the case. It seemed as if he had forgotten everything that I had taught him even so far as how to properly address me. This being the case, I knew as a Dominatrix, that he needed a quick, hard lesson in what was acceptable and was not acceptable in order to continue in my service. Miss Rhiannon doesn’t take kindly to those that forget their lessons.

I knew that he was into submissive slave training, but one of his so-called limits was “no public” displays for real. So, I decided that was exactly what he needed to shape up quickly. Pushing his limits, I bound his wrists to his thighs, blindfolded him, and left him alone kneeling naked in my dungeon while I called several friends in the area to come to visit for what promised to be a seriously fun show in humiliation phone sex, too. I knew that my new pet had several tricks that he could do that he had shared with me during our distance sessions.

I hung back smirking as my friends filed into the dungeon.

Occasionally, one or the other would caress or playfully smack my new pet which caused him to shiver and quake. It was delicious. His voice cracking and shaking as he kept calling for me. It wasn’t until I stepped behind him whispering in his ear, “Now you will perform for me and my friends as a punishment for your insolence. This is part of your obedient slave training.”  His quivers subsided and he became calm once again. He responded, “Yes, Miss Rhiannon. I apologize, Mistress Rhiannon, please forgive me for calling you, baby.”

At this point in his submissive slave training, I left him to enjoy the blindfold and bondage he had begged for so ardently, then I tiptoed quietly to the kitchenette in my dungeon. After a few moments, I returned. Watching him struggle to maintain his position pleased me immensely. His head turned toward the click, clack of my spike-heeled boots and I rushed ahead. Taking an ice cube from the bowl, I rubbed it roughly over his left nipple. The shock of the coldness had an immediate effect and the bound man groaned loudly.

To be continued. . .

I would say that I hope you’re enjoying my twisted tale of Dominatrix phone sex, but I don’t need to hope. I know that you are. Kink and BDSM are some of my most favorite topics, if you couldn’t tell. If they are also yours, you’ll want to check out my blog about how I made my favorite little bitch take a lovely, fake, cock in his ass. It’s right here.

Now, don’t forget that this entire blog can also be found in audio format. You’ll want to check it out.  There’s nothing quite like a small, petite, woman being a badass Dominatrix, is there?

 

Until next time, bitches.

 

Miss Rhiannon

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