Fuck, I love nothing more than busting balls and making men my little bitches. Today, I had a pathetic little fucker on the phone, and I was going to show him who’s boss. I started by making him put on my panties, a pair of lacy black thongs that hugged his cock and balls perfectly.
“Feel that, you little bitch?” I purred, my voice a low and sultry murmur. “Those are my panties, and now they’re yours. You’re mine to command, mine to control.”
He stammered, his voice a nervous and excited whisper. “Y-yes, Mistress. I’m yours.”
I smiled, a wicked and knowing grin. “Good. Now, take your cock out and start stroking it. I want to hear you moan for me.”
I could hear the rustling of fabric and the soft sound of his hand on his cock. His breathing was already heavy, and I knew he was getting off on this.
“Now, imagine my hand on your cock, stroking you, teasing you,” I whispered, my voice a low and seductive murmur. “I want you to edge yourself, to bring yourself to the brink and then pull back. I want you to suffer a little.”
He moaned, a deep and desperate sound. “Fuck, that feels good,” he gasped, his voice a low and pleading whisper.
I continued, describing in detail how I would tease him, how I would kiss and lick his body, how I would take his cock into my mouth and suck it like a good little whore should. I could hear his breathing, rapid and shallow, knowing he was touching himself, imagining it was my hand on his cock.
“Imagine my pussy, so wet and ready for you,” I whispered, my voice a low and seductive murmur. “I want you to fuck me, baby. I want to feel every inch of your cock inside me.”
He begged, his voice a desperate plea. “Please, let me fuck you. I need to be inside you.”
I chuckled, a sensual and teasing sound. “Not yet, baby. First, I want you to edge yourself, to bring yourself to the brink and then pull back. I want you to suffer a little.”
I described how he should touch himself, how he should bring himself to the edge of orgasm and then stop, edging himself over and over until he was begging for release. I could hear his breathing, heavy and ragged, knowing he was close to the brink.
“Please,” he begged again, his voice hoarse with need. “I need to cum. I need it so bad.”
I smiled, a cruel and satisfying grin. “Then cum for me, baby. Show me how much you want it.”
With a final, desperate stroke, he came, his body convulsing with pleasure as he screamed my name. I moaned in satisfaction, my hand rubbing my clit, bringing myself to orgasm as I listened to his pleasure.
But I wasn’t done with him yet. I wanted more. I wanted to hear him beg, to hear him plead, to hear him scream my name as I brought him to the brink of ecstasy and back again.
“Good boy,” I murmured, stroking my pussy gently as I came down from my own orgasm. “You took that like a champ, you little bitch. Now, let’s see how many more times I can make you cum before you pass out.”
Fuck, being a ball-busting bitch is the best. If you want to join the fun, you know where to find me. Just make sure you’re ready for a wild and intense ride, because I’m not just any slut, I’m a panty boy-dominating, CBT-loving mistress, and I demand the best.
