Rhianna’s Panty Slave Phonesex

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I love the way it makes you feel when you put on a pair of sexy women’s panties, don’t you? I love the way that having your cock and balls caressed by that quintessentially feminine garment automatically makes you so submissive and so horny that you are willing to do absolutely anything I say! It’s like magic, isn’t it? *giggle*If you are an especially good little pantie slave, I might even let you buy a pair of my pretty silky little panties.
Yes, if you do just as I say, then you might be able to touch and smell and play with my panties! That’s right, these panties I have been wearing against my sweet little honeypot pussy all day and soaking up the amazing and inimitable smell of Princess Rhianna…. 

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Controlled by Mistress Rhianna Phone Sex

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“Please Mistress Rhianna,” he begged, “I can’t take it another second.”I smacked the head of his cock, letting him think it was his time to climax.”Thank you Mistress.” I stopped completely and opened a vial of poppers and stuck it under his nose. He inhaled deeply. “I didn’t say you could cum yet.” I really get a laugh out of controlling these pathetic losers. I can tell them to do absolutely anything I want…and they do it because they know that if they don’t I will cease to be their Mistress and their lives will once again be boring, rudderless, and without purpose.

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Let Them Eat Cock ~Act 2~ Phonesex

 

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I’ll be the first to admit that I get a big thrill out of running into people form my old life and introducing them to my new self, my true self – Emma Haven sissy-slut extraordinaire and personal assistant and chronicler to Rhianna Knight, the most in-demand fetish mistress on the West-Coast. The look of shock, awe and in some cases – okay, let‘s get real here, most cases, lust in their eyes is truly the stuff a sissy-slut’s dreams are made of. It had been two weeks since I became reacquainted with Tim a former high-school chum of mine, and with each new meeting that dreamy, amorous look in his eyes grew more and more intense. He wanted a taste of Emma.

I was rotating the tires on Rhi’s Jag when my mobile went off. Gypsies, tramps and thieves … “Ooh look,” I said, “a text from you know who.”

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Let Them Eat Cock Phone Sex

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*The following story written by Emma Haven, Personal Assistant to LA’s Premiere Fetish Mistress Rhianna Knight*

I was uploading a pic on Twitter while waiting for my order at one of the more well-known chain coffee houses in the country. For copyright reasons I can’t say which, but let’s say it rhymes with “Carfucks.” Hmm, “Carfucks,” that takes me back to last Thursday with my new pal Big Bill and his big black cock and the not so little quadruple X-rated adventure we had in the back of his Volkswagen and oh sweet desert night with Big Bill’s big thick meaty cock pounding into my ass and oh YUM! But I digress….

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Hot Coffee Shop Phonesex

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Maybe it was the fact that she was reading Sylvia Plath, or it could have been the Velma from “Scooby-Doo” glasses, or perhaps it was that her name was and I kid you not, Edna, that put me in full on Sapphic predator mode. Who’s to say what exactly triggers sexual desire? Anyway, setting the analysis aside, sitting there sipping my latte and watching my hot little coffee shop girl on break with her full lips moving slightly as she read to herself sent my pussy juices flowing. ….

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The Tale of the Panty Thief Phone Sex~Session with the Thief

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Serving as personal assistant and close confidant to the kinkiest and most notorious fetish mistress on the West Coast Rhianna Knight, I’m privy to all of her many eccentricities. Her mood swings, her likes, her dislikes and everything in between, studied and cataloged by yours truly – Emma Haven, sissy-slut extraordinaire. To put it plainly for those of you out in the sticks, I know when she’s faking it and when she ain’t, and believe me when I say that her long awaited session with the Panty Thief fell into the latter category.

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Love Letter to a Pathetic Freak Phonesex

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Dear Pathetic Freak,

I don’t think that roiling fog you call a mind even remotely grasps how deeply and completely you are at my mercy. You thought it was a game, huh, that there were not going to be any consequences for your weapon grade stupidity? Well, guess again, you pathetic fuck.  Make no mistake….You fuck with me and I WILL fuck you over. I will leave your life, such as it is, in shreds.

And you so kindly provided me with the perfect ammunition to destroy you too, didn’t you faggot? All those cute and oh so compromising pictures we took together, the sickening little home movies we made of you doing all your pathetic faggot shizz, the endless screeds you sent me telling me exactly what a fucking sick lonely loser freak you are…. Just imagine how your family, “friends” and coworkers would feel if I ever decided to show that stuff to them? You would never live it down, would you? You’d have to end it all.  And if you did, I would not feel one single ounce of sadness. Nobody would. The world would be a better place without a miserable waste of skin like you in it. I’d say you were the most amusing freak of nature that I have ever encountered if you were not so goddamned pathetic.

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The Tale of the Panty Thief Phonesex~Part Three

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As the saying goes, the idle mind is the old Devil’s playground and well I’ll tell you mine was quite the circus the other night as I sat alone in my office with nothing to do but my nails. I hadn’t heard from Rhianna all day, and midnight was fast approaching. Now midnight, for those of you not keeping score was when the elusive pervert who dubbed himself The Panty Thief was to descend upon the hallowed halls of The Pleasure Palace and turn all of his deviant desires from fantasy into reality. 

A few days ago, the aforementioned Panty Thief had breached the sanctity of Rhianna’s lair, invaded her ever expanding collection of beautiful sexy panties and left his cumtribute of great loads of semen on them along with a note begging for a chance to worship at the soft silky panties of the premiere fetish mistress on the west coast, Rhianna Knight.  

Read Chapters One and Two Here:

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http://www.phonesexcandy.com/the-tale-of-the-panty-thief-chapter-2-phonesex/

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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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