Yesterday I spent a couple of hours with a caller I enjoy very much. I initially liked him for his excellent sense of humour and insight into his own fantasies, which amused me. Since then, over a lot of time, I’ve grown to like him for many other reasons. I am not his Primary Mistress but his Punishment Mistress. His Primary Mistress chooses to send him to me when he has disobeyed her, partly because he fears being sent to me so much. Not that he dislikes me, or because I’m so very cruel to him, because I’m not. Stern, unyielding in my own amused way, but not cruel. He fears being sent to me because I love to get into his head. I talk to him and he answers, sharing pieces of himself almost unwillingly, letting me see fantasies he would prefer to hide. And because he knows I delight in crushing his male pride under my spiked heels, forcing him to my will, making him admit that when he tells me he hates what I do to him, his cock is always hard. That he isn’t the alpha male he presents to the world but an omega male, subservient to all women, but especially me at that moment. His Primary Mistress keeps him in strict chastity, no orgasm without her express permission, so his phone sex calls to me are pure torture in another way as well. I still delight in his hearty sense of humour and I love teasing his sexual secret fantasies from his unwilling soul. But, his grudging submission to my superior femaleness is the sweetest part of our calls. The Punishment Mistress is ALWAYS ready:)
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