Kinky Phone Sex – Mistress Holly turned Sub – Part I

 

Welcome to my Kinky Phone Sex Blog where I being one the most dominate girls at Phone Sex Temple is made to submit.

More threatening than any shout or snarl could be, you lean in and speak softly next to my ear: “In ten seconds you will be attached to that cross. If your shirt, skirt, and bra aren’t off by then, I won’t be responsible for how they’re removed from your body after that. If you want to wear those clothes ever again, they come off now.”

Adrenaline crashes through me like a drug in my veins, and my legs start to shudder under me.

But, I don’t have time to indulge in a fear response. I manage to get my shirt over my head and my skirt unzipped, throwing them to the floor next to the platform. When my fingers can’t manage the clasp of my bra, you reach around my body and unsnap it for me. As I slide it down my arms, I whisper “Th-thank you”, and it joins the rest of my clothes on the floor.

First my right wrist, then my left wrist is secured in the cuffs on the Cross.

The cuffs hold me up, and the knowledge that I can’t move serves to quiet some of my shakings. Flight is not an option. fight is futile. Acceptance is all there is left. You step back and down off the platform. I’m in panties, over a garter belt and stockings, black heels, and nothing else.

As you stroke your hands down either side of my ribcage, you lean in and softly kiss the corner of my mouth. That whole side of my face blossoms with the heat of that touch. Your fingers reach my hips, and you gently run along my lower abdomen, inside the waistband of my panties.

You run your finger the other way, a little bit lower, and my pelvis tilts of its own accord, reaching for the finger.

You withdraw your hand before contact can be made by my greedy pussy, but run a fingernail up my slit, on the outside of my panties. The sensation of the nail trailing upsets every nerve in my body on fire. I can’t help but start making noises in the back of my throat, whimpering my need.

You slap my cheek with an open hand, lightly. No harm, no venom. Just a sharp reminder. I quiet immediately. Your fingers go back to the waistband of my panties, but this time you hook your fingers in on either side. You know that I wear my lingerie the ‘right ‘ way. Garter belt & stockings first, panties on over top. You slide my panties down my legs, leaving the stockings intact on my legs. I step out, and the panties join the rest of my clothes in the pile on the floor.

Your hand reaches out to cup my pussy, the lips fitting into your palm and your fingertips skating over the opening.

I grit my teeth against sound, and your voice caresses my ear, “you’re so wet for me, baby.” I nod quickly, desperate to communicate my need in whatever manner possible.

You reach up, and unclip the cuffs from the cross, before turning me around and reattaching them. I’m now facing the cross, with my back to you. I know you have all your implements nicely arrayed in the wall, but before I can take inventory and see if you’ve taken anything down already, a blindfold slides over my eyes.

Suddenly I feel warmth down my left side; you’re standing right next to me, and your body is like the sun, warming the side of me closest to you. You run your fingernails down my spine, and I arch my back in pleasure, my bottom pushing out as you reach the small of my back. My nerves are still tingling from that sensation as your hand cracks hard across my bottom.

My eyes snap open under the blindfold, but all I get is inky dark.

Again, your hand cracks down, on the other side of my bottom. You do this for a while, alternating sides, sometimes harder, sometimes softer. I get into the rhythm; it’s almost like a painful dance. I feel the blood rushing into the area, and my skin heats up. Again, like the sweetest caress, the warmth of your breath skates across my ear: “You’re so pink, baby, and we’re not done yet. “

The rush of something cutting through the air suddenly begins, and the swirling impact of the flogger hits me. All the pink and tender places on my bottom tingle and twitch, as they come to terms with the new feeling. The flogger kisses more of my body, catching my upper thighs and the middle of my back. My skin feels so alive, and every time the flogger makes contact, alarm bells of sensation are going off.

“Ten. Count them,” he commanded of me. Next, I felt something different hit my skin.

I count each one out, breathing through the sting. You hit hard enough to make a point, but I can feel the care behind it. Even as it hurts, there’s no venom, no malice here. It skates the line skillfully between pain for pleasure and pain for pain’s sake.

After I count out the tenth, you stop. Everything stops. My world has shrunk behind the blindfold to the wave-like quality of the pain in each stroke, crashing over me.

As the cumulative sting gives way to a deep burning, you surround me again. Your hands over mine, as your fingers unbuckle the cuffs. I turn to you and wrap my arms around your neck. You gather me into your arms and carry me to an armchair, where we sit together while my legs stop shaking and my brain reconnects to the world around us.

I open my eyes and push off the blindfold to smile at you. The aftermath of that experience has made me cat-like, all heavy limbs and soft muscles.

You, though, are still carrying the tension of the exchange, in your shoulders, your neck, and your arms.

That won’t do at all. I stand, take your hand, and lead you to your bed. I have you take off your jeans and underpants and lie down, while I retrieve massage oil from my bag. Still, in only my garter belt and stockings, I kick off my shoes and straddle your body, sitting on your bottom. I warm some oil in my palms and begin to massage the tension out of your shoulders and back.

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You didn’t think Mistress Holly could submit could you? I hope you loved reading what this dominating man does to me in part I of my Kinky Phone Sex Blog. Make sure you come back and see what happens in Part II. Maybe I retaliate and make him my slave?? If you can’t wait until then you can listen to my audio where I tell you this story in my own sexy voice. Want to read more of my blogs, check out my French Maid Blog.

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