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After college, I moved to the city in search of a job. Life here is so much different from the countryside, and to be honest, I am in love with it. The people here are so expressive, the clubs are amazing, and the ladies, like goddesses. I made a friend in the same building where I live. She is a nice girl and a little older than me. She looks hot, dresses sharp, and has fantastic legs. She always jokes about how she plans to invite me to dinner one day and teach me a lesson or two of sensual domination phone sex. Although I laugh at it, deep down, I want her to do this.

So, one day, while I was returning from work, I decided to invite her to my place and check if I have a chance. She seemed excited over the phone. I did not want to ruin any chance I had, and so, I decided to lay low, and subtly express my interest in being her slave.

I reached home, prepared for the dinner. Five minutes later, the doorbell rang, and there she was. She looked amazing. She wore a white satin blouse that was deep enough to give a beautiful view of her cleavage. Her short black skirt looked cute. Her sexy legs were adorned with a semi-transparent, black pantyhose. She was wearing high heels, the kind that establishes the authority in a corporate board room. Her hair was flowing down her shoulders like a waterfall, and her skin looked perfect. I was lost, she snapped her fingers at me, and I was back. I invited her in; we sat on the couch. I was excited to learn all her secrets on sensual domination phone sex.

I brought wine for both of us. She was telling me about her day. She bent over to remove her heels, and her cleavage was visible in its full glory. She must have noticed it. Because she stood back up, giggled, and asked me, “you know what! I have been sitting here, looking beautiful, giving you all the attention. Why don’t you do something that makes me feel comfortable? How about you go down, and remove my heels while I enjoy the wine?” I could not believe my ears. I had been waiting for this day, and here it was. I hesitated, but her eyes were asking me to go down. I went on the ground and started removing her heels. Left foot first, then right foot, I removed both the heels and looked at her.
She was teaching me to explore sensual domination phone sex.

She kept her pantyhose feet in my laps. “Don’t you like it?” she asked? It was very hard. With every passing moment, her pantyhose feet came closer to me. I could not help but close my eyes, and just let this view of my sensual domination mistress sink in my heart.

Her toes touched the top of my thighs. I looked at her. She gave me a devilish smirk, sipped on her wine, and started playing with my clit. “This is your first lesson in sensual domination,” she said. My nipples was hard as a rock, a fantasy was coming true, the blood rushed to my head, and I felt dizzy for a moment. She then bent backward on the couch, pressed her foot on my crotch. It hurt, and I let out an ouch. She laughed and said, “you deserve this.” I nodded positively again, “Yes, mistress, I do!” She laughed again. I told her that I had a confession to make. She said, “speak up, slave!”

“I love this”

“Well, you can say, I am your Pantyhose confession goddess.”

Before I could say anything else, she forced her other foot in my mouth.

“Hush, and let me rest. It has been a long day.”

She kept on fingering my crotch and gently teasing my nipples, and laughing whenever I expressed pleasure. A few moments later, I had the best orgasm of my life. I let out a load of creamy cum. My panties were wet; she could feel the cum through her pantyhose. She laughed loudly and removed her feet.

“Good job, dog! Keep my heels. I want them LICKED clean tomorrow. If you do a good job, maybe you will learn more about sensual domination phone sex tomorrow at the office.” If you want to hear more about what the mistress did to me the next day call Ivy at 1-888-662-6482.