The Tale of the Panty Thief ~Chapter 2 ~Phonesex

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“There’s something inherently sensual about fruit,” Rhianna said plunging her fork into a cube of ripe watermelon. “What say you, Em?” I nodded my head in agreement watching intently as she selected another delicious goody from her morning fruit salad and popped it into her mouth. I was on day number eight of a thirty day water and air regimen Rhi had insisted I begin after the first of the year. “Having a fatty for a lackey is bad optics plain and simple,” she said, and maybe she was right, after all, it wasn’t just anyone who was worthy of being the close confidant and personal assistant to Rhianna Knight the Premiere Fetish Mistress on the West Coast.

It took someone special, someone like me, Emma Haven, sissy slut extraordinaire.

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The Tale of the Panty Thief Phonesex

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The Korean dry-cleaning lady was going on a rampage. She stood all of five foot nothing and looked like she fell off a dime store charm bracelet but at that moment, with her rage level reaching critical I wager she could have easily went the distance in a UFC cage. Now, don’t get me wrong being the personal assistant and closest confident to Rhianna Knight, the premier fetish mistress on the West Coast has afforded me with a very glamourous life, loaded with body shattering orgasms and of course closets filled with all the yummy clothes a sissy-slut queen like me could ask for, but getting screamed at by Mrs. Livingston’s evil twin was not one of them….

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Sweet Agony at La Blanca~Sissy Slut Spa Day

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I was lying out on the beach letting the warmth of the south of the border sun revive my aching body. I mean seriously, I’d have given my entire collection of Manolo’s for a few “happy pills.” Looking over at my cell I saw that it was a quarter to ten in the morning when Rhianna came bouncing up all bubbly like with a Pina Colada that was bigger than she was. “Ugh,” I said. “How can you drink this early in the morning?” “How can you NOT,” Rhianna asked as she plopped her sweet and much admired ass down next to me. Taking a big sip from her straw she turned towards me and said, “I booked a little spa day for us.” I smiled as visions of hot oil massages, long luxurious mud baths, moisturizing facials, manicures, pedicures and hors d’oeuvres being served by cute boys wearing nothing but loin cloths and sombreros danced in my head.

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Tease and Denial at The Nealon Motel Phonesex

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My life before knowing Mistress Rhianna was a series of ups and downs. Well okay, to be perfectly honest, mainly downs. Yes, it’s true, I was quite the pathetic loser when she found me… virtually friendless, stuck in a boring job, never having even left the smothering comfort of my mother’s home. And then as if by magic I experienced a glorious metamorphosis. Guided by her firm but always reassuring hand I made the transition from Roger W. Anderson, a dullard who walked through existence unnoticed into Emma Haven, the baddest, most beautiful cock crazed bitch on the West Coast.

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Tricks and Treats for a Sissy Slut Phonesex

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“I just love Halloween. What say you Rhi?” Emma, my first and to date greatest success story in the art of feminization was sprawled out on the floor of my living room carving a pumpkin into a Jack-O-Lantern. “Grrl, you zonin’ out on me again?”

“No, I’m cool,” I replied. “What were you saying?” I was reclining on my delectably luxurious and decadent antique chaise lounge sipping a Jack and Coke, my poison of choice, enjoying my night off.

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Ruin Me Phonesex

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Ruin Me“, he said. He was cowering beneath me now as I stood over him, the heel of my thigh-high stiletto pressing into his stomach. “Is this what you want,” I asked, twisting my heel hard, his flesh barely resisting. “Is it?” “Y-y-y-es Mistress.” “Speak up,” I spat out loudly. “Yes Mistress!” “Tell me what you want,” I commanded him. “Say it!”

“I want you to… ruin me!”

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The Mangina Monologues Phonesex

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Emma, the no good bitch had phoned me earlier that day, knowing full well that I’m in no way shape or form a morning person. “What the fuck,” I said into my Iphone, barely awake. “You know what time it is?” She then started blathering on and on, claiming she was going through some sort of sissy slut crisis and only I could help. Well naturally. I did after all create Emma, so to speak, transforming a disgusting, boring nine to fiver named Roger, afraid to even wear a pair of nylons into  a cum-guzzling, cocksucking sissy slut, who could work over a dick with the best of ’em, no matter the size, shape or color all while rocking a pair of sky high heels and amazingly gorgeous  bra and panty sets.

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Forced Cocksucking Fantasy Come True Phone Sex

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“Don’t fight it,” I said to him. ” Don’t fight your desires.” “No, please,” he said, whimpering.
His face, his mouth mere inches away from his deepest fantasy, his constant craving – a long, hard, thick, veiny cock. Instinct was taking over and his lips were parting, but he was still hesitant, still afraid. I was behind him now, my velvet gloved hand on the back of his head forcing him forward, “That’s it,” I said, “claim your prize.” Ya know, some people don’t realize that being a professional fetish mistress and dominatrix is a lot more than forcing slaves to spit polish your boots with their tongues, whipping guys across the  balls, putting their cocks in cages, tease and denial and reaming asshole’s with dildos of various shapes, sizes and colors.  Every now and then, I’m forced to serve as an armchair psychiatrist. Take this couple that booked an appointment with me last week …. 

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Nocturnal Emissions Phonesex

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“What are your fantasies,” he asked, “your real fantasies, the ones far below the surface, deep and dark, what you would never dare speak out loud.” I was reclining on a rather comfortable leather couch, serene piano music was being played in the background. The Doctor sat across from me, a notebook on his lap opened to a blank page. “If you decide to embark on this journey, your mind, your body will be subjected to more pleasure and stimuli than you’ve ever experienced.”

I’ve always been a sexual explorer, and in my short life I have  made more than my share of erotic discoveries. I’ve had straight sex, lesbian sex, I’ve experienced most forms of fetishistic fucking, I’ve been a sadistic domme, and a cowering sub. I’ve turned seemingly normal men into cum-crazed cocksuckers and made suburban soccer moms beg to eat my wet teenage pussy. I’ve seduced my teacher, my best friends step-mom. I’ve pleasured twats and tortured cocks. I’ve been the bitchiest whore and the most devoted girlfriend….

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