As a sexy switch, I enjoy being a dominatrix phone sex babe. I can’t think of any woman who doesn’t like to be in control. Sometimes even as the dominant woman, I can pretend to be somebody else for a hot fantasy role play. Recently, I got to pretend to be my prince James’s old flame, Theresa. And she is the one that got away.
James and I reconnected recently. He found me on LinkedIn. And despite being married with a family of my own, I agreed to meet him while he was in town. Part of me still held some residual anger over the fact that he did not pick up on my cues early enough. You see I’m a bit more outgoing than James. But in college, I really liked James. And I tossed down every cue I could back then. I even asked him out on a date. And in the 80s that felt somewhat progressive.
I often wish we had met earlier. But when we did, he was about ready to finish his senior year, but I still had several more years of college. Often, I wonder what if. What if I had met him earlier. What if he had picked up on my romantic gestures. And I must wonder what if I married him instead of my husband. My head swirled with anger, regret and nostalgia. It would be good to see James again after all these years. He always did possess a strong, romantic phone sex streak.
Roleplays Let Us Go Back in Time or Be Different People
So, I picked him up at his hotel and we went to this fancy restaurant for dinner. Although we enjoyed a genuinely pleasant evening reminiscing, I let anger and regret take over me. And I drugged him at dinner. And the drug kicked in before we left the restaurant. So, I walked him out of the restaurant straight into my car. And we drove back to his little No Tell motel. I had a bag with me that included things like rope and nipple clamps.
By the time James woke up from his drug-induced coma, he realized something seemed wrong. He found himself naked and tied to the hotel bed. He looked at me confused and asked where sweet Teresa went. And I told him that he killed her decades ago. For years, I planned out what I would do to James if I ever encountered him again. It seemed like fate. He tried to tell me he came to town for business, but I knew better than that. Nobody comes to this town unless they’re looking for somebody who lives in this town.
But I’ve had many years to think about how my relationship with James could’ve been different if he had only picked up what I blatantly threw down. And since we cannot go back in time, I could get a little revenge. So, I turned my old college flame into my sex slave.
He laid there on that motel bed, looking perplexed and helpless. So, I straddled his face. Forced him to eat my wet bald pussy. Back in the day if James had only acted sooner about wanting to make love to me, things might be different. But by the time he came around, I decided to move on for self-preservation.
Revenge Can Be Sweet Even 40 Years Later
But I felt hurt. He could’ve been my first. He was the first man to steal my heart. But then he crushed it by seemingly putting me in the friend zone. And by the time he woke up and decided he wanted to make love to me and have a real romantic relationship with me, I closed myself off for self-preservation. He had a chance. And he blew it. Now, this was my chance. Suddenly, I became a woman I did not know existed.
I smothered James with my pussy. Forced him to eat me after all these years. I pulled on his nipple clamps as I grinded my pussy on his face, drenching him in my womanly juice. I could feel James lapping up my sweet goo. Eventually, I sucked on his cock. But I might’ve squeezed his balls a little too hard on a couple occasions. I mean, this was revenge, right? The girl James fell in love with at college in the 80s no longer existed. But maybe he would love this bad ass confident woman who’s no longer afraid to spell out exactly what she wants and who she wants.
And what I wanted was for James to lick the alphabet on my swollen womanhood. As he worshiped my pussy, I teased his cock mercilessly. Squeezed his balls, spanked them, and squeezed the head of a soldier. But eventually, I used his stiff cock as my dildo. And I rode up and down it until I started creaming all over his shaft.
One Way or Another, I Always Get My Man
I knew it drove him crazy that he couldn’t touch my boobs or my body, so I lowered my ample breasts to his mouth. He teased my nipples. I sat down on his shaft. Finally, he got to make love to the one that got away. But he made love to her on my terms. Not his.
And I rode his soldier until we both came intensely. Perhaps he assumed this was a simple game and I would release him after we fucked. I don’t plan on ever letting him leave. James did not know that at the time. Once back at my place, he realized my nefarious plans.
I built a little dungeon complete with a cage to keep my sex toy secure. Cannot have him getting away from me again. This way, I can pull him out and play with him whenever I want. I’m not the same woman I used to be. He crushed me. I often wonder how my life would’ve turned out if we married each other instead of other people. And I know he thinks about it too. However, he will have a lot more time to think about what if as my sex slave living in my dungeon. It only took 40 years, but I finally got my man.
God, I’m such a pathetic, dripping hole. Today was absolute perfection. I spent three hours on my knees, my throat raw and my jaw aching, serving as a human toilet for ten massive, throbbing cocks. I didn’t get a single second of peace; I just existed to be used, degraded, and filled.
