Femdom Session Phone Sex – My Proper Pet Part One

Femdom Mistress with riding crop

The scene is set for when you get here. I can feel the anticipation like a heated flush through my veins. Today would be our first femdom session. You said you were ready for it. Eager, even- that has me smirking to myself with the thought of just what I have in store for you. I walk through the house to make sure everything is set up properly. The entryway has the side table cleared so that you can place your things there. The living room is dim with only the light of the red candles placed strategically about to optimize the atmosphere. The dining room has a platter of foods, sparkling water chilled in a metal container with ice.

 

Everything is perfection.

 

I hear you approach the door and knock. A moment later, my voice rings out from where I have decided to stand at the end of the entryway. When I speak, my tone is low and throaty, woven through with the thread of command.

 

You may enter.”

 

When you open the door, I see your eyes widen as you step within my domicile, closing the door behind. One of my brows lifts in expectation and your Adam’s apple bobs before you nod quickly without a single word. The way you disrobe is quick and efficient- clothing folded and placed on the side table. This is what I had instructed in the text I had sent you before your arrival earlier in the day. Next, the collar that is on the side table is grasped by your shaking fingers and looked down at. You kneel on the floor as I begin to walk towards you. Your head is lowered while your arms are lifted up to hold the collar for me to take.

 

This gets a low murmur of my approval flowing from my lips, making you shiver.

 

The leather collar feels smooth as butter as I slide it through my fingers with a soft purr. I move closer, leaning to hook it gently around the front of your throat. The quiet ‘clink’ of the clasp echoes as I fasten it at the back of your neck after tightening it. Your head bobs as you swallow against the slight choke of the leather against your neck. You know not to speak as I turn, the soft swish of my floor length silk robe the only noise. You follow behind me on the carpet, hands and knees sinking into the plush material as we move forward. Once there, I sit down on the soft leather of my favorite maroon hued armchair. I cross one long leg over the other, waiting for you to make your way to my feet to begin our femdom session.

Did you enjoy part one of my sexy femdom session blog, darling? The next part will be out on Wednesday, but if you are unable to hold back you excitement to know what happens next, you can hear the entire story in my low, sultry voice in my audio. If you loved this blog, then you will have a ball(gag) reading this one right here.

 
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