On our first date, a man made it clear that he was in command. He considered himself dominant, he told me, as he slipped his hand up my stocking-ed leg and inserted a small vibrating toy into my panties. That was perfect, because I’m a submissive phone sex slut. It was only our first date. But after only a few greetings and a drink of martini, he took over. He added that he intended me to be the ideal subservient slut for him if things were to work out. I was entranced by his dominance, like if I were under a spell. I certainly wasn’t going to say no to him.
He told me not to take out the toy he delicately inserted into my pussy till the next time we met. He was going to direct things depending on his wishes, and I was supposed to be the ideal subservient slut and obey his commands. Then he informed me that we will meet again in three days. At the time, he preferred that I wear a small black dress. And if I was the ideal subservient slut between now and then, he’d give me a special treat. I was ecstatic! For three days, I waited for him to vibrate the toy. I was fixated on it, on him, and on all the ways I might demonstrate my obedience.
However, the toy never vibrated. I was an ideal submissive phone sex whore for him. But I wasn’t receiving anything in return. I felt restless, craving for him and wanting to masturbate. But I knew better. On the third morning, I felt a vibration in my pussy. He was in control of the toy! I reclined on my bed and let him take me to climax in only a few minutes. Then I put on the little black dress I’d chosen for our date. And waited, like the ideal submissive phone sex slut, until he gave me his address and invited me to come over. I was apprehensive to walk up the steps to his mansion, unsure of what the night might bring. His maid responded swiftly, leading me up to his bedroom and directing me to sit on the loveseat. My body shook with anticipation as I heard the door open.
“Celeste,” he said with a husky voice. “You’ve come.” I just nodded, feeling him looming behind me. He slid one hand around my throat and pushed on my hair, pushing me to look up. He was looking straight at me. With one swift movement of his hand, he put a silk blindfold over my eyes. “You’re going to be my slut tonight,” he purred into my ear. When I tried to respond, he placed his finger on my lips. “Shh, pet. You don’t have to say anything. I heard him unzip his jeans, and then I felt the hard tip of his cock tickle my lips, like if he was applying lip gloss with his dick. He gently parted my lips, and I gladly swallowed his cock into my mouth.
“Slow,” he whispered, as I felt my panties wet with a need for more. “I want you to beg for it.” I only cared about being the perfect subservient slut for him. His happiness became my new goal. And I would not disappoint. Are you looking for an Asian slut too? Well, I’m right here, baby. Let all of your desires flow and stroke your cock to my beautiful voice. Call me now at 1-888-662-6482 and ask for Celeste.
