Dominatrix Phone Sex- Submissive Slave Training Part 2
Welcome back, little bitches. I knew you’d want to hear how this tale of Dominatrix phone sex ends. And, why wouldn’t you? It’s perfectly healthy to take delight in the suffering of others. I mean, I do all the time. Hehe. If you didn’t get a chance to read Part 1, take the time to do that. It makes this little Dominatrix so happy, as well as keeps you up to date. Shall we see what happened to my submissive?
“Mmmmmm looks better now – all hard. Did you like that, slave? Your body sure did.“ He felt the soft caress of my breath on his shoulder as I laughed softly. “Here, you may suck on the remaining cubes. You may be in need of something to cool you off soon though. As things will be getting much hotter very shortly!”
Laughing, I pushed the ice cube into his submissive mouth, then another and another until his cheeks bulged. Cute little slave.
As a previous part of his submissive slave training, he knew that he must wait until it melted before he would receive relief from his ice gag. So, I took a broad, heavy piece of tape and slapped it over his mouth and then shut it tightly so that no ice might escape. “Is it cold? Perhaps you would like something to warm you up? Very well.”
I cocked my head, then looked at him for the effect. My friends were giggling and talking softly. Amusedly, I took my long nails and scraped his nipples repeatedly. Then, taking each small bud between my fingertips, I squeezed until he moaned longingly. “Is that better?” I asked with a laugh. “How about this?” And my friends all laughed loudly. They started to encourage me (not that I needed it), but it certainly made him squirm even more.
“Chastise the little slut! Insubordinate man-pig! Horny little bitch deserves it! Obedient slave training!” My friends shouted, egging me on. I didn’t need their encouragement, but seeing his expression was so very worth it. It was obvious that the humiliation this submissive was receiving was doing the trick.
I watched his submissive cock jump up and down, obviously giving his pleasure away.
“You will always remember your training,” I breathed into his ear while staring him down. “Or, next time I won’t be as kind as I’ve been today. You wouldn’t want pictures of your obedience training, or audio of our calls, to end up posted, would you?” The little glimmer of pleasure in his eyes subsided then, and he furiously shook his head. “I’m a Dominatrix, not a babysitter,” I told him with so much personal satisfaction.
Guffaws from the crowd of my confidants echoed around us. “Do you understand me, slave? You’re now on probation, and will only continue to be my slave if you meet your requirements,” I cleared my throat and began to list them. “One, you will only ever refer to me as Miss Rhiannon or Mistress. Two, I own you. Your limits do not matter and I will continue to push them to watch you suffer and grow. Three, you must call me to check in daily. Am I clear?” My tone was harsh and unyielding.
His little submissive head nodded. Mmm. It was wonderful to be a Dominatrix to a slave.
With that, I ripped the tape from his mouth. “Get out of my sight!” Harsh? Perhaps, but he’s been such a good boy ever since, so I wouldn’t change a thing.
I know you enjoyed this twisted tale of Dominatrix phone sex. Be sure to check out the audio, as it really scratches all of those itches that dirty little bitches have.
Until next time.
Xoxo,
Miss Rhiannon
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