So tonight I took a call from a "submissive" who wasn't quite as "cocky" as he came across. At first, he seemingly refused to address Me as Mistress, clearly assuming that I was just a phone girl masking as a Domme - silly boy! I soon put him straight, telling him how much I would enjoy making him suffer unless he showed Me the correct amount of respect.
As I explained to him; boys like him are like wild horses and they need to be broken - breaking him would be very easy. Duly chastised, he became meek and respectful - the horse was indeed broken.
He went on to tell Me all about his fetish, and at first it was rather a grey area for Me. He explained that he was circumcised and he enjoyed being humiliated about that. Further questioning revealed that he had been circumcised for religious reasons, which lead Me to suspect that he actually wanted a bit of religious humiliation thrown in - not something I'm prepared to do.
So, I talked about how useless he truly was. No foreskin means he only has half a knob, meaning he can't be that good in bed really. He was pressing to find out if he would ever be worthy of fucking Me. "Even with a complete dick, you STILL wouldn't be worthy," I sneered amid his gasps of pleasure.
Then he talked about his ex girlfriend; and how she used to call him a Jew because he was circumcised. "Hold it right there buster!" I chastised him. "We leave religion out of this or this conversation ends right now!" "Sorry Mistress," came the very meek reply.
I made a point of telling him that to Me, he wasn't a real man because he didn't have a foreskin, how he's missing out of the sensation of having that piece of skin sliding back and forth over the end of his cock, and even wanking won't give him back that feeling. "You've lost something amazing forever!" I laughed cruelly, "and that's why you lost your girlfriend!"
I kept mentioned how he wasn't really a man because he was missing this part of him, how no amount of wanking would make it grow back. He came like a trojan, squealing the word "foreskin" over and over again. Yes, it was very hard not to laugh, but ever the professional; I held it together - at least until he hung up anyway....
But girls, this is how you turn things around. It was pretty obvious at the beginning of the call what his agenda really was; racial/religious humiliation. But I NEVER hang up - unless the caller is being abusive. A firm, but polite "no" is enough normally. And I know this guy will be back - I broke him and got him addicted - even if he has half a dick....
As I explained to him; boys like him are like wild horses and they need to be broken - breaking him would be very easy. Duly chastised, he became meek and respectful - the horse was indeed broken.
He went on to tell Me all about his fetish, and at first it was rather a grey area for Me. He explained that he was circumcised and he enjoyed being humiliated about that. Further questioning revealed that he had been circumcised for religious reasons, which lead Me to suspect that he actually wanted a bit of religious humiliation thrown in - not something I'm prepared to do.
So, I talked about how useless he truly was. No foreskin means he only has half a knob, meaning he can't be that good in bed really. He was pressing to find out if he would ever be worthy of fucking Me. "Even with a complete dick, you STILL wouldn't be worthy," I sneered amid his gasps of pleasure.
Then he talked about his ex girlfriend; and how she used to call him a Jew because he was circumcised. "Hold it right there buster!" I chastised him. "We leave religion out of this or this conversation ends right now!" "Sorry Mistress," came the very meek reply.
I made a point of telling him that to Me, he wasn't a real man because he didn't have a foreskin, how he's missing out of the sensation of having that piece of skin sliding back and forth over the end of his cock, and even wanking won't give him back that feeling. "You've lost something amazing forever!" I laughed cruelly, "and that's why you lost your girlfriend!"
I kept mentioned how he wasn't really a man because he was missing this part of him, how no amount of wanking would make it grow back. He came like a trojan, squealing the word "foreskin" over and over again. Yes, it was very hard not to laugh, but ever the professional; I held it together - at least until he hung up anyway....
But girls, this is how you turn things around. It was pretty obvious at the beginning of the call what his agenda really was; racial/religious humiliation. But I NEVER hang up - unless the caller is being abusive. A firm, but polite "no" is enough normally. And I know this guy will be back - I broke him and got him addicted - even if he has half a dick....
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