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THE MAKING OF A PHONE SEX MOMMY:
Right after my divorce, money was extremely tight. Even though I had a full-time job as an Executive Assistant, I wasn't getting any child support, yet. It seemed that my ex lost his job on purpose to spite me and our two children. It's hard to tell young kids that they can't have this or that while trying not to point the finger at "Daddy". So, I started to look for a second job, but taking on another job meant spending more money on childcare. So, I was trying to find something that I could do in the evenings from my home which made the search that much more difficult.
I was having lunch with my friend and we were discussing my problem. She started telling me about another friend who had been in the same situation, but then she hesitated. I pressed her for more information and she sheepishly told me that her friend was a phone sex operator. I was astonished! She didn't think it was something that I would be interested in doing, but she gave me her friend's phone number, so I could get more information.
I didn't tell my friend, but I was seriously intrigued. I've never been a prude, but I never really had anything interesting to say about my sex life with my ex. He was all about "getting his" and never really cared if I "got mine". I was a little concerned that a woman of my advanced age, early forties, wouldn't get that many calls, but I decided to give it a try. Plus, I was pretty horny and, with two kids, I had no time to even go out on a date, much less, get laid.
At first, I was nervous, but after the first couple of calls, I was able to relax and enjoy myself. My first couple of calls seemed pretty standard. The guys were about my age and were interested in talking about how I would suck their cocks and/or how they would fuck me in my pussy. It wasn't until I had this young guy call me that I realized how turned-on I could get talking about kinky, taboo fantasies. My phone rang; I picked up, and said, "Hi, would you like to do a call?"
This youngish voice quietly answered, "Yes" and I replied, "Honey, how old are you?"
He assured me that he was over 18, but not by very much, and gave me his information. Then I asked him, "What would you like to talk about, baby?" I couldn't help feeling a bit motherly towards this young man because he seemed so young and shy. What he said next surprised me, but at the same time, got my pussy instantly wet.
"Will you be my mommy and teach me about sex?" He said and I was so stunned that I couldn't respond right away. He went on to say, "I've always had this fantasy where my mother walked-in on me while I was masturbating, got turned-on by my cock, and showed me how to 'do it'. Would you?"
"Oh sweetie, I would love to be your mommy." I told him. I was getting so excited. I had no idea that boys might have fantasies like this and that got me thinking about my own son which got me even hotter. It seemed so naughty and kinky, but I was getting really excited and he could tell.
"Will you stroke it for me, mommy? I'll be a good little boy." He said and I told him that I would. Then he whispered, "Mommy can I see your big tits?"
I told him how I would strip for him while he stroked and then said, "Would you like Mommy to kiss it, baby?" and he moaned, "Please, Mommy." The more he called me "mommy" and I called him "my little boy", the more excited I got. I told him, "Mommy is going to teach her little boy everything." And that was the beginning of my career as a hot phone sex Mommy.
A SUBMISSIVE MALE STORY:
Today is the day, the day that I will be allowed to server 'Her'. I haven't been able to concentrate on anything today and every time my mind drifts to this evening, I get hard. I know that I must behave even though I'm dying to touch myself. I know that She will punish me if I disobey and sometimes, I like to be punished, but not tonight. I think about 'Her' everyday, but knowing that I will be serving Her soon overwhelms me with more than longing, but constant excitement. Whenever I tell Her that my cock gets hard at merely the thought of Her, She laughs and tells me, "That is the way it should be." Sometimes, I try to remember what my life was like before 'Her', but it seems like it was nothing but a long monotonous dream now.
I've done all that She requested of me in preparation for this evening's session. I took a long shower this morning and shaved my entire body. I went to the store and bought the vibrating anal dildo, warming lube, nipple clamps, and leather paddle. When I first started to serve Her, I had no real idea what I was getting myself into and She took control from the start. I never dreamed that I would be doing the things that She has had me do, but Her pleasure is all that I can think about now. Now, I'm totally addicted to Her and I love it!
I'm looking at the clock and it's almost quitting time. I can barely contain myself. As soon as I get home, I'm going to get everything ready. I'm going to strip naked and lay out everything that I bought. Then I will get my phone and ear piece so that I will be able to use both of my hands for Her. I will get in the proper position, down on my knees, ready to serve. The final step, the one I'm most eagerly anticipating, I will dial Her number and wait breathlessly for Her to answer Her phone. As I rush home, I hear Her voice in my head urging me on.
I'm home and everything is set-up. I'm on my knees, trembling with excitement. My cock is so hard that it's almost painful. I don't want to disappoint, so I take several deep breaths to calm myself and then dial Her number. It rings once, twice, then I hear, "Hello slut. Are you ready to play for Me?" The dulcet sound of Her voice makes my cock ooze pre-cum and I respond, "Yes, Mistress."
"Have you followed all My instructions?" She asks me and I respond, "Yes Mistress. I am clean and shaved. I have the dildo, lube, clamps, and paddle."
"Good! I'm pleased that you've learned to become so obedient. Are you ready to serve Me?" She purrs and I'm so happy to have pleased Her that my cock involuntarily twitches in excitement and I respond with a tremor in my voice, "Yes, Mistress."
She must've sensed something in my voice because She asks, "Are you scared or excited, slut?"
"I'm a little scared, but more excited. I want to serve You, Mistress." I respond with a firmer voice. She let's out a low, wicked chuckle and says, "Good! Let's begin."
MISTRESS TAKES CONTROL OF A CHRONIC MASTURBATOR - TEASE AND DENIAL SESSIONS:
As a phone sex Mistress/Dominatrix, I receive calls from a number of submissive men for a variety of BDSM activities and fetishes. Occasionally, I will have a man call me who has no knowledge of BDSM, but is curious. Usually these men are young and intrigued with the idea of a strong, assertive woman taking control and I love to teach these novices about what it really means to be controlled sexually.
The first time Bill called, he was one of those young, curious novices. Our first conversation was more about BDSM education and getting to know each other than it was about masturbation or phone sex. He told me that he’d called me because he was a chronic masturbator and he hoped that I could help him. I told him that as a Mistress, I would be in control, but since our sessions would be over the phone, there would have to be an honor system. He was a little hesitant and told me that he had absolutely no control and was constantly masturbating, but with my insistence, he stopped questioning and began to do what was necessary.
I had Bill purchase a CB6000 chastity device with extra plastic locks and a webcam because I knew the ‘honor system’ would only go so far and I insisted on visual proof that he wasn’t tampering with his locks and secretly stroking. I started him out slowly having him locked in his new cock cage for only a few days at a time, but each time he was allowed out of his cage, he had to be on the phone with me, of course. As long as he was obedient and didn’t try to sneak out of his cage to masturbate, I rewarded him.
Bill’s reward was two-fold. First, he was allowed out of his cage to stroke for his Mistress. Second, his orgasms became increasingly more intense and satisfying as I had said they would if he was obedient to my instructions. Before long, Bill was begging to be left in his cage longer. I was delighted by his progress and desire to please me in anyway possible. Gradually, I increased the amount of time he was in chastity for me until he was going for several weeks in his cage between sessions. It was time for the second phase in his training.
My phone rang and I answered, "Hello Bill. How are you this evening?"
"I’m very excited, Mistress. May I have a session tonight?" he said and I replied, "Turn on your webcam. I have something very special planned for you.” Almost immediately, his webcam popped up on my screen. I knew that he was very excited because I had hinted at having something new for him in our next session. After inspecting his locks and seeing that they were all intact, I had him take off his cage. Without any urging or stroking, he became fully erect.
As usual, Bill did as instructed. Over the course of our sessions, he had learned not to do anything until I told him to do it and how I told him to do it. So, he removed his cage and awaited my instructions.
"Now, I want you to get a Ziploc baggie and put ice cubes in it. Then return to your seat in front of the webcam".
"Yes Mistress" he said and then got up. When he returned, he made a point of showing me his baggie with ice and I said, "Good. Now we can begin".
I gave him explicit directions on how I wanted him to stroke ‘my cock’ for me. I had him stroke softly and slowly without lube. I had him massage his aching, cum-filled balls. As I’d previously instructed him, he knew that he had to let me know if he was getting close to cumming because he wasn’t allowed to cum until I decided that I wanted him to cum for me. In minutes, he said, "Mistress, your cock wants to cum."
"Pick up the bag and place it on my cock". I told him and he hesitantly replied, "Yes, Mistress" and I watched as he placed the ‘ice pack’ on his throbbing cock and balls. I could see him wince slightly and he let out a weak yelp.
"Now, hold that there until you begin to get soft again."
And he replied again without hesitation or question, "Yes, Mistress"
Once he was mostly limp, I told him to start stroking again. This time I allowed him to use a little of his lube. It took a little more time, but soon, he was hard and throbbing again.
"Mistress, your cock wants to cum." He said.
"Place the baggie on it again." I replied and as he placed it on his cock and balls, he let out a low moan. It was music to my ears. This last time he’d been in his cage for four weeks straight and I’m sure he was eager to cum. Once I could see that he was soft again, I said, "Okay, that will be all for tonight’s session. Put your cage on my cock, Bill."
Immediately, he blurted out, "What?!" and I calmly replied, "If you’re obedient, I will allow you another session tomorrow night. You know that it is always better when you do as I instruct, right?"
"Yes Mistress, but please Mistress, please may I cum for you tonight?" he begged and I said, "No. Maybe I will allow it tomorrow night." I watched as he reluctantly put his cage back on saying, "Yes Mistress." The second phase of his training, the tease and denial phase, had begun. As with the chastity, I expected reluctance, but I knew he would be obedient because he knew that I was in control of his cock and if he was good, he would be rewarded, rewarded with a mind-blowing orgasm, eventually.
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