You may not realize it but I have a confession.  I’m addicted to phone sex. I am.  Probably more so than you are.  I love hearing someone moan for me and whine in their most humiliating voice, “yes, mistress” as I take them and make them my personal fuck toy.  There are just so many uses for a little whore and I love to exploit them all.

So, it didn’t suprise me to see in the news this week that a certain celebrity with the initials DD checked into rehab for sex addiction.  To be honest, I’m surprised half the world hasn’t signed up for that stint.  Afterall, what is the #1 searched for item on google?  Want to bet it’s sex related?  At the very least it’s porn related.  Pornography is the blood that drives the internet and everyone knows it.  Which is why I love being a phone sex entertainer.

I’ve had some great conversations so far this evening.  My good boy had an interesting day with a lifestyle mistress who made him do some nasty perverted things.  It was fantastic to listen to him tell me about the way she tortured him into submission.  My little man was an excellent boy and took his punishment.  Even though he’s still balking at the forced chastity I’ve imposed on him.  He agreed to having an orgasm a total of 4 times a year.  Three of the dates were pre-determined and one is a wild card to use at his choosing.  I thought it was damn generous of me to give him that wild card.  He’s still whining.  Perhaps I was too easy on him.  Maybe no masturbation at all would have been better.  We will have to wait and see.

Till then,

Tia