After-Class attention? You got more than you bargained for!

Well, Monday evening was My first day back on the phones after a long while, and My first caller certainly did not disappoint.

At first, he made it clear that it was to be a vanilla call. Now I do take the odd vanilla call, but generally speaking My lines are reserved for Domination & Fetish. No problem where this particular caller was concerned, because before long, he'd forgotten about the fact that he'd called simply to have a wank! Very quickly he was kneeling at My feet, begging to worship My boots.

He had no idea he was talking to a Genuine Dominatrix. It was only when I finally enlightened him that he started to melt - and before long was putty in My hands. Not only was he obediently licking at the sole of My thigh boots, but he was My human ashtray, begging for more.

Of course his excitement came to a head when I told him how unpredictable I am. He's a school teacher you see, and teaches Adult Education classes in the evenings. He often pervs at the MILFs in his classes - staring at their boots during the winter months.

So I told him that if I caught him staring at My boots, he'd be blindfolded before being caned and finally made to wank all over My boots. The highlight of that would be once I removed the blindfold - for him to see that he and I were not alone - as he hoped. Nope - there was class full of women - all laughing and jeering at him, as his little worm deflated in shame. Can't wait for him to call again! 

Sissy Sings For Her Orgasm.

I just experienced a VERY amusing call from a sissy who clearly was very desperate to wank his disgusting little clit! He admitted that he'd already had 3 wanks today, and was desperate for his fourth - now he is what I call wank-obsessed.

"You think I'm pathetic, don't you Mistress?" he murmured as I taunted him about his obsession. "Pathetic doesn't even begin to describe what you are," I sneered. "I don't think there has been a word invented for what you are!"

He went on to tell Me that his cock is "nearly 4 inches."

"You say that as though you're proud of it!" I mused. "It's nothing to be proud of! I bet the ONLY reason you wank it so much is in the vain hope that it will grow!" This he agreed with, as he admitted that it hadn't grown at all. It continued to remain pathetic and he continued to be a loser. "I'm am a loser" he admitted. "The only attention I get from women is Ladies like you. I spend my life on phone sex lines, begging for the attention of Superior Women."

"But you only get it because you're paying us," I taunted. "In any other circumstance, I wouldn't piss on you if you were on fire."

I made him beg for his chance to have his fourth wank of the day. "Why should I allow it?" I questioned him. "What can somebody like you to possibly do to convince Me to permit it?"
"I can sing you a sissy song!" he offered," to amuse you Mistress". Hmmmm, he had My interest...

"Very well," I said. "If I like the song, I'll allow you to wank. But you had better make it good!"

He took a deep breath and began...

"My name's Samantha and I like dick! Please shove it my mouth while I wank my clit! My name's Samantha and I like cum! Please let me swallow yours once you've fucked my bum!"

Well how could I resist?

The caller with half a cock...

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....

Piggie Pays For My Attention...ALWAYS!

My regular piggy called Me last night. He calls Me about once or twice a week, because the only way he can get female attention is to pay for it. He has the tiniest dick, which at the best of times, doesn't work and he's still a virgin, living at home with Mummy at the age of 27. Yes, I'd say that's pretty damn pathetic.

I take great pleasure in reminding him that the ONLY reason I'm talking to him is because he's paying Me. I don't want him to delude himself for a second that I'm actually interested in him. I mean he has very little going for him. In a normal situation, I wouldn't even piss on him if he was on fire. But the fact that he's emptying his wallet means he gets My attention.

That's not to say that I don't milk it for all it's worth. Of course that's My right. I tell him over and over again about the lovely things I've treated Myself to with his cash. How men have been on dates with Me, and have seen the gorgeous outfits he has bought for Me. He had the cheek to ask Me for a picture other day. I told him that I take, not give.

He's not allowed to finish the call until I say so. I made that very clear from the beginning. I call the shots and take the cash - he just spunks it away if and when I let him. I LOVE to watch the £££ pile up, reminding him every so often how much he has spent with Me and reminding him that it's not enough. You see I'm greedy when it comes to piggies, especially pathetic virgin piggies. He just feeds My greed. He also knows that when the money runs out - so does My attention. He's a means to an end - nothing more. And I constantly remind him of this.

Sometimes, when I can't be bothered to actually speak to him, I'll tell him this. But I'll still keep him on the line. He doesn't have choice - he has to stay on the line for as long as I want. So I'll go about My day - I might be watching TV, doing some housework, or even giving attention to more worthy slave on webcam. But still he has to pay and expect nothing in return. That's the role of piggies!

Cuck suffers sexy humiliation!

Pathetic cucks are among My favourite type of caller and the call I took on Sunday evening was definitely a winner!

It started with a "boy" (he loved to be called "boy"!) who at first was testing Me to see if I was the real deal. He wanted to know how I would bring him to his knees and make him Mine. "Oh I'm already under your skin!" I laughed. "How do you know, Mistress?" he challenged.

"Well let's see." I began. "Right now, your cock is twitching and your heart is racing in anticipation of what I'm about to do to you. You're scared but you're excited at the same time. You want to stop, but something is preventing you from doing so..."

He gasped loudly and I knew I was right. I always am.

He went on to confess he only had a little dick, which he often plays with it at work; disappearing into the toilets as often as he can to relieve himself. "I think my colleagues know about this," he admitted, "they keep giving me knowing smiles whenever I return from the toilets."

"Of course they know!" I announced. "They also know how pathetic you are as well!"

He went on to talk about an older woman at work, whom he's been lusting after. She treats him like a boy too, patting him on the head to patronise him. He drools after her from afar, but she's currently shagging his boss.

"You know why that is, don't you?" I taunted. "The boss is real man, with a real dick. She'd rather shag him than a pathetic "little boy" like you!" Another groan before he murmured his agreement.

I told him how one day they would trick him. They would invite him out to a "business lunch" to discuss his role, before inviting him back to theirs. Once the they'd gotten comfortable in the bedroom, his boss would remove his colleagues stockings, before ordering the pathetic cuck to strip. Then cuck's hands would be tied behind his back with said stocking, as he was made to kneel in the corner.

His boss would take out his huge cock, and order cuck to suck him; all the time taunting him about how he was going to fuck the woman cuck lusted after "like only a real man can."

As cuck sucked his boss; his colleague was showing off her pussy; stroking it and opening it for him to see what he could never have. And once his boss was hard, he dragged cuck to the bed, and told him to sit still and watch. Turning his colleague so she was on all fours; his boss slammed his massive cock inside her, ordering cuck to watch closely to see "how a real man fucks a woman."

Cuck was made to lick the juices from his boss' cock as his female colleague bounced up and down on it. By now he was desperate to touch himself, but was denied. His colleague and his boss had to cum first.

When his boss did eventually shoot his load up his colleague, he withdrew his cock and smiled sadistically at cuck. His female colleague got off the bed, and stood above cuck; spreading her pussy lips and hovering her pussy hole above his mouth. He was ordered to eat the cum oozing from her thoroughly fucked pussy, "the only way he'll ever get to taste her."

As blobs of thick cum landed on his tongue; cuck dutifully swallowed, before being made to beg to be untied. His boss agreed only on the understanding that he was to play with his little maggot for their entertainment. And cuck did this; wanking his little worm while they both laughed at his pathetic attempts to jerk off. He came hard; their laughter ringing in his ears as he squirted his cum all over himself. Oh what fun!

It was easily one of the best cuck scenarios I've created for a caller, and I enjoyed it so much. So did cuck; as he eagerly asked when he could call again. I think I'm going to have a LOT of fun with him!

Mistress Pops Slut's Anal Cherry!

Last night, I took something from a sissy that nobody else will ever be able to take - his anal virginity.

He had called Me to confess that he was new into the sissy world and had only be dressing up for a few weeks. When his girlfriend was out, he liked to slip into her stockings and lingerie and parade around the room as he admired himself. He admitted that this turned him on so much and made him feel like such a slut, and now he was ready to be treated like one.

"So, have you ever had anything inside your slut pussy?" I asked to which he admitted he was a virgin in that department, but very eager to try. Of course I couldn't resist - it should be Me that gives him his first anal experience, and I tingled at the thought of doing so.

Having made sure he had plenty of lube with him, I instructed him to get comfortable on the bed, remove his slutty panties, spread his legs and get himself ready. "I want you to lube yourself up very well," I told him. "You can never have too much lube."

He did as he was told, lubing up his middle finger in the process as I told him the importance of being relaxed. "If you're tense, this will hurt," I said. "And we don't want it to hurt. Not for your first experience. We want it to feel good for you."

He took some deep breaths and informed Me that he was ready to begin. As I instructed him to slide his lubed finger down to the valley between his buttocks I heard a shivered gasp from him. "I'm shaking Mistress," he breathed. "And my little sissy cock is dripping." This was exactly what I wanted. The more excited he was, the more he was going to enjoy this.

"Now," I began. "I want you to circle the tip of your finger of the ring of your pussy," and he did so, panting in excitement as he felt the new sensations of stroking his anus for the very first time.

"Are you opening up for Me?" I asked and he gasped his response. "Yes Mistress!" he replied and I knew he was ready. "Slide in the tip of your finger," I purred and he obeyed, slowly and gently sliding in just a centimetre of his finger. "Oh god!" he gasped. "I can't believe I'm finally fingering myself Mistress!"

"Don't get over excited yet!" I giggled. "We've only just begun! Now try sliding in a little more." Before long he was up to the first knuckle of his finger, as his gasps became moans of pleasure. "It feels so good Mistress," he moaned. "I'm fingering myself for you and it feels so good." He was ready for more so I instructed him to slowly push the rest of his finger inside. He told Me how his sissy cock was twitching wildly as more of his finger slipped inside that tight little hole.

"Now start to gently work that finger back and forth," I instructed and he gave another shivered gasp as he did as he was told. "This is like a dream!" he breathed. "I'm finally fingering myself. Oh god, I'm so turned on!"

"Just think," I slowly purred to him, "before long, you'll be taking another finger as we get you ready for more. Then you'll be taking a small plug. You'll be pushing it up there until your arse-hole closes around the narrow part."

"Oh god, yes Mistress!" was his panting response.

"And then," I continued, "we'll move on to a bigger plug, which will stretch you. I'll have you wear that for longer and longer periods of time. And you know what will happen after that, don't you slut?"

"What Mistress?!" he gasped, clearly now on the very edge of climax.

"You'll be ready to take My strap on," I whispered teasingly. "You'll be ready to spread your cheeks, show Me your sissy pussy for Me to fill with all 9 inches of My strap on cock. You'll be ready for Mistress to fuck you!"

This was just enough to tip him over the edge, and without even touching his sissy cock, he came hard, almost screaming in pleasure as he fingered himself faster and harder. "I'm coming!" he moaned, "I'm coming for you Mistress!" and while I listen to him in the throes of pleasure I smiled to Myself, knowing that through My instruction, I had taken his anal cherry and made him Mine. Never again would anybody have that pleasure - because I had taken it. I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in doing that. I've only spoken to a handful of anal virgins in My time, and most have chickened out before we got to the crunch. This slave was different - he was ready and he wanted it, and boy did he get it!

Once he'd come back down and started to regulate his breathing he thanked Me over and over, his gratitude as great as the pleasure he'd just experienced. "I can't thank you enough Mistress," he said, and I could tell he was grinning like a Cheshire cat, "I can't believe it! I came with my finger up my arse!"

"Well believe it," I replied. "Because next time it will be two!" He gave a shivered sigh at that, the thought of it stirring in his groin. After thanking Me again, we said our goodbyes and he hung up, leaving Me with a very satisfied smile on My face. Yes, it had been a wonderful experience and as My heart swelled with pride I knew this had been a rare treat for Me.

Mistress Cristal - the taker of anal innocence!

A Voice From The Past!

It's funny how life is sometimes, isn't it?

Back in the day, when I was doing dispatch phone sex, I had a very loyal regular slave, who could take a lot of pain and humiliation. He used to call Me every single week without fail and he was always a pleasure to talk to. When I decided to leave dispatch phone work and branch out on My own, I always thought I would miss him, and for a time I did, until My Domme business took over.

So I was both surprised and thrilled to hear his voice in the phone last night! Yes, My favourite old regular had found Me! Of course I didn't let on who I was. Back then I was a totally different persona, and I get the feeling it would have shattered his fantasy bubble if I'd have explained who he was talking to. But nevertheless, before he'd even said his name, I KNEW it was him and I couldn't have been happier.

Now it's a good 7 or 8 years since I last spoke with him - that's how much of an impression he had left on Me. But after doing a few interview questions to work out if he'd moved on in his kinks, I decided to get all nostalgic and we were back to him suffering for My amusement. By the time I'd finished, his cock was bright red and sore from all the slapping and his balls were aching from the way I'd demanded he squeeze them. I could tell he was very much enjoying himself and to Me, it was heaven - hearing him moan in agony like he had so many times before.

Next up was his dildo - smaller than I would have liked (he'll be getting a bigger one in a few weeks - I intend to make sure of that!) and he was sucking and gagging on it like a good little whore before shoving it up his ass and riding it hard.

"Moan like a girl slut!" I demanded and he quickly obliged, giving high-pitched squeaks as his dildo drilled into him. When I finally did let him cum, I remembered how much he hated licking up his mess. He always struggled with that one, and I always enjoyed listening to him struggle. But who am I to resist? "You will be licking up your filth!" I ordered and off he went, lapping up the white muck in his hand, gagging in the process and telling Me how humiliated he felt. Oh it was wonderful!

Of course, it's not a case of picking up where we left off with him. Like I said; 8 years have passed since we last spoke and he doesn't know he's talking to his old Phone Mistress. So it's back to basics for him, starting from the very beginning as he proves himself worthy of moving along in his training. Before long, he'll have tasks to complete between our sessions - something he always enjoyed doing. Perhaps it may well twig with him that it's Me. But I'll leave that for him to work out. Either way, he was very happy at the end of our chat; happy, humiliated but somewhat satisfied - as he always was.