There is a timid knock at the door. Therefore, my slave was precisely on time—a good start to submission phone sex. 

The instructions I’d placed in the package were clear. Wear these items when you visit on Monday morning, at 10 am sharp! Then, let yourself in the main entrance, and find me in my dressing room. You will kneel, knock and wait for permission from Mistress to enter. Most importantly, I had a specific reason to instruct my slave to visit today. I’d spent part of the weekend gathering up my heels and boots from storage after the recent move to my new, beautiful home. Upon seeing the state of some of my vast collection, I was somewhat disappointed. Temporarily. Thinking on it, what a good opportunity my filth encrusted boots offered to my slave. It was the chance for him to prove to his Mistress what a brilliant little submission phone sex bootlicker he was.

“Yes, come in, slave.”

As a result, the door handle turns then his hand returns to clasp the other behind his back as he kneels at the entrance of my dressing room. His head, covered by the back leather hood, was in a submissive bow. I knew he was desperate to look up and see his Mistress again. The vanilla jeans and t-shirt had allowed him to retain his dignity while on route, worn over the pink satin panties and large butt plug I’d sent along with the hood. The hood undoubtedly slipped on upon his arrival at my doorstep. Another last-minute addition would be the wide black leather collar circling his neck, buckled at the back, and a large O ring adorning the front. To clarify, all this was part of his sissy submission phone sex session.

Reminding him of his servitude at all times was the locked chastity cage fixed on his pathetic cock.

I toyed with the keys around my neck from my position, perching in my chair as I admired the view.

“You may come in. Crawl over here and look up at your Mistress.”

He was in complete complies with my submission phone sex. As he reached my feet, having followed the sound of my voice, I detected a sharp intake of breath. The shiny black leather of my boots had entered his field of vision, and consequently, his chastity cage would be feeling tighter than it had in weeks. As he looks up to meet his Mistress’ eyes, I reach out with my hand to take him by the collar’s O ring.

He whispers, “Mistress.” I laughed, “hello, my slave. I have so much work for you today.”

So, I allow him a moment to take in the view of what would be his submission phone sex work. My breasts were perfectly supported and presented in a tight-leather black corset, and my cinched waist contrasted to the flare of my hips encased in a tight leather skirt. The clasps were noticeable beneath if you looked closely, and they held up my black silk stockings. There was nothing registered on his face but absolute devotion and a relatively large amount of chastity-driven lust. He hadn’t even noticed the enormous pile of high heel stilettos and boots to the side of the room.

“Right, let’s get you out of those horrible clothes.”

I laughed in his face again, which turns into an evil cackle as a crimson blush slowly spreads across his cheeks. Once again, my slave obeys. Although remaining on his knees to remove the top, he did have to shuffle into a crouched position to remove his jeans and not disobey the ongoing rule of staying below his Mistress. He almost fell over a couple of times. I giggle at the humiliating little show. He is very excited to have his submission phone sex dished out.

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