Submissive Phone Sex Roots

submissive phone sexI have submissive phone sex roots. I may be a switch now, but I was once only a submissive whore. I ran into a guy I knew when I was a teen girl the other day. He was a friend of my dad’s. He often used my teen body for his carnal pleasure. I moved across the US to avoid ever seeing my father again or any of his cronies. I was shocked to see Derek. I thought he would not recognize me. I am in my thirties now. I have big fake boobs, tats and platinum blonde hair. I do not look like that scared teen girl anymore. I saw him and did a 360 in the opposite direction to avoid him. He looked just the same. I was in a Whole Foods. He did not look like the kind of man who shops in that kind of grocery store. Maybe I hallucinated it. I told myself there was no way it was him. I walked out to my car and heard a deep voice say, “Cassie Morgan, is that you?” I froze. I almost pissed myself. I acted like I did not hear him, but then something snapped in me. I am no longer that scared little girl. I grew up well despite the horrible things my father and his friends did to me. I turned around, looked him in the eyes and said, “Hello, Derek.” He was checking me out like a piece of meat. He asked me if I was still a whore. I decided to exact some revenge. I went home with him. What were the odds he landed in my city 20 years later? Turns out he is the pain slut now. He had no intention of assaulting me. He was hoping for some payback. He was hoping for some cbt phone sex. I stomped on his balls. I crushed his cock. I kicked him repeatedly in the groin. It felt great. It felt empowering. I have no clue if he is in touch still with my perverted old daddy, but if he is, he will tell him I am no longer the scared little girl I once was.

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