Strap-on Phone Sex Dana Finally Gets To Shove It Up His Ass

Listen to me, Billy, because I’m only going to say this once before I make you regret every second of your pathetic hesitation. Strap-on Phone Sex is the only reason I’m even giving you the time of day, and frankly, I’m bored of watching you squirm without my direct intervention.

You’ve been begging for this for weeks, whimpering like a lost dog, and now that I’ve finally buckled the leather tight against my hips, you look like you’re about to faint. Good. I want you terrified, because today, you aren’t the man you pretend to be in the real world; today, you are just my favorite little bitch, and I am going to use you until you’re completely broken.

I’ve always been the one in control, the one who can make a man’s pulse skyrocket just by narrowing my eyes, and you are no exception. It’s so potent to see the way your eyes fixate on the weight of the silicone I’m wearing just for your benefit. You want to feel what it’s like to be truly dominated, to have your dignity stripped away while I shove this toy deep into your shivering body.

Don’t you dare look away from me while I prep you for the invasion. I want you to feel every inch of my aggression as I command you to present yourself to me, ready to take exactly what I’ve decided you’re going to receive. The clicking of the harness is the only sound in the room, and it’s a sound that should haunt your dreams, Billy.

You’re so hooked on the idea of being my submissive plaything that you’ve forgotten how to breathe. I’m going to push you onto your face and remind you that your only purpose is to satisfy my need for total authority. As I slide the dildo into your tight, unprepared ass, I want to hear you sob. I want to hear that high-pitched whine that lets me know you’ve finally accepted your role as my bitch.

There is no gentleness here, only the raw, hard reality of my power over your flesh. You’re going to stay right there, pinned under my shadow, while I work you over until you can’t remember your own name. I love the way you gasp when I hit that spot, the way your body betrays your attempt at being “strong.”

You aren’t strong; you are mine, and I am going to keep shoving it home until you are sodden with sweat and shame. This isn’t a fucking game “BILLY”. This is a lesson in who holds the leash. Now, stay still and take it like the good little slut you are, or I’ll make sure you can’t sit down for a week.