I fucking love, love, LOVE some good ol’ CBT phone sex! OMG! Being the brat that I am, of course I do, right? It’s just in my nature, hardwired in my DNA. Don’t blame me because you’re a pussy bitch boy who needs to be taught a lesson. If you knew how to behave and practiced good manners like I KNOW your momma taught you then we wouldn’t be having this discussion. You certainly wouldn’t be strapped to that chair completely imobile. And, I wouldn’t be standing over you wearing something out of a Matrix movie. Except with black knee-high, spike-heeled boots instead of proper fighting shoes.
Just think, if you were well-behaved, you’d have my pretty pink tight pussy wrapped around your cock making you feel all of the good things. Instead, you’ve been a complete and utter disappointment. So, you have to pay the price. That’s why I’m wearing my six-inch stiletto heels. They’re the perfect thing to use on those balls of yours. But, maybe I’m getting ahead of myself here. I do like to start off nice and slow, after all. If I can make you beg, I consider it a job well done. You can either beg me to stop or you could plead with me to keep going.
Maybe I’d start with a few caresses to make those nerves come to life. Then, I’d give them a few slaps to test the waters. After all, I don’t want to completely blow through your pain threshold right off the bat. I want to push you right up to it and maybe a little beyond. Let’s have you build up that pain tolerance, yeah? Use my hands, a riding crop, maybe a paddle, some clothes pins, maybe some electro stuff. What do you say? Can you handle the way I do CBT phone sex? If you think you can then give me a call and let’s find out.
Kisses for now, your dirty princess, Piper. Dial 1 888 314 6639 to talk to me.