Dominatrix phone sex is one of my specialties. I am a bitch queen according to one of my callers. I love that moniker. It is true. I am a bitch size queen. You don’t measure up, you better be prepared for a shit storm of humiliation and degrading tasks. My husband can attest well to my bitch queen persona. Normally, he is pretty accepting of his place in my life. He has a skin tag between his legs, not a cock so that makes him more akin to the family pet. He had a bitch to do list yesterday, but he decided to be a lazy sorry excuse of a husband and not do a damn thing on his list. When I came home from a long day of fucking big black cocks, I was pretty dismayed to see the dishes in the sink still and no dinner on the table for me. He had the audacity to suggest I get carry out. I walked calmly into my bedroom, pulled out the emergency box from underneath my bead and removed the whip, dog caller and leash. I slipped on my dominatrix boots; went back out to show my husband who was boss. I slapped his face, spit on him then put the dog collar on. Forced him to his knees to clean. First order of business was cleaning my well fucked cunt. I had a few loads of black cock cum inside me with his name on them. I shit the cum out on his face then rubbed his nose in my ass where there was even more cum. I farted on his face. Liquid cum bubbles went up his nose triggering a gag reflex, so I sat my ass on his face forcing him to tongue dart my asshole to clean it up. I pissed on him too to mark my turf as the alpha bitch in this house. After a few hours of degradation, he had his apron on and was acting like Mr. Mom. It’s good to be the bitch queen.
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