You sluts are keeping this Princess busy. Not only are all my office sluts coming out to play, but the kinky freakos with CBT fantasies are too! Oh, and of course I can’t forget the sloppy drunks who love to play my forced intoxication games so that they have something to blame when they wake up to empty bank accounts in the morning :laughol: Popper sniffing hungry for cock pussyboys have been keeping me amused too *insert wicked laugh here*

I’ve had a few intense sessions lately, but my lil loserboy has got to be my favorite. After our play session, he dangled in subspace for so long that he didn’t even follow up with me for a few days. This is really unusual, and deprived me of the afterglow effects that I enjoy so much, so I teased my little chastity and orgasm denial slut into communicating his experience after our session. This made me so hot and horny that I’m going to save most it for myself in a selfish desire to bask in his worship… but I will share some especially delicious excerpts with you here.
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I’ve been a submissive male for about 20 years. In that time, I’ve been dominated by multiple women on phone sex lines, served a mistress who routinely teased me to tears, and continue to wear a chastity belt on my own accord just so I can constantly feel the rush of desperation and desire.

But in all my experience, I’ve rarely felt so much anguish and frustration then I did after our session last week. For a good 24, maybe even 36 hours after we spoke, I was in a headspace I have seldom achieved …

… Then, with a few simple sentences, you took my already high level of sexual longing and quadrupled it. First off, you said something about how hot you had become from seeing me tease myself over and over, and that seeing me lock the belt made you even hotter. Then you sent another message. I don’t remember it word for word, but it was something to the effect of: “I’m naked now. I’m going to walk naked through the house, go upstairs, and fuck a real cock until I orgasm.” You then said goodbye and quickly logged off.

This exchange hit me squarely between the eyes for three main reasons:

1) The word naked was used twice. The idea of your body naked at the time was immediately almost unbearable to me.

2) You were going to orgasm, right then and there. The contrast between me and my locked up dick that hadn’t cum in almost a month and you, a powerfully sexy Princess who cums whenever she wants, had never been so stark.

3) I realized that you were actually and sincerely turned on by our session. The both filled me with an unspeakable joy and served to make me even hornier.

After having your attention for well over an hour, you were now suddenly and abruptly gone. I got up and had no idea what to do with myself. My body was trembling and my dicklet was tingling from all the stroking I’d done. I was feeling very desperate and weak …

… This lead to me thinking about you in a bikini, which lead to me thinking of you walking naked through your house, which lead to some swearing, which lead to me wondering if there was any way out of my chastity belt (I tried to get it off once before and it felt like I was going to rip my balls off, so I didn’t attempt it. Besides, I wouldn’t have wanted to cheat myself out of feeling all this.) …

I half-heartedly played Xbox for the next half hour or so, which helped clear my head a bit. I then decided to go to bed. Sure enough, as soon my as head hit the pillow, my mind reverted back to you. “Could she be still having sex right now?” I wondered. I pictured your beautiful ass bouncing up and down on your man’s cock. I imagined that booming, powerful voice that had instructed me earlier now breathless and deep in the throws of pleasure. I imagined what your squeals of delight might sound like as you came. My erection pressed against the hard plastic as I tossed and turn fitfully.

I chased the thoughts away for a while, but soon, they came back. I wondered how many times you came that night. I thought of you after it was all over, sleeping restfully and fulfilled. I imagined you reaching orgasm through intercourse, which none of the women I’ve had sex with were able to do. The feelings of inadequacy and submissiveness ran though me and I sobbed to myself. I wanted to jack off so bad.

This pattern repeated itself over and over – I’d watch TV or read for a while, then try to sleep — only to have the fantasies return. I dreamt about being in your basement, handcuffed to a pipe, listening to your screams of bliss filter down through the air ducts. I kept replaying the images in my head of you stripping while sitting at the computer, pushing your chair away, and walking nude through the house. I had a crystal clear image of your naked legs and ass walking up the stairs in your dark house before entering your bedroom. You were still controlling me, hours after we had spoken.

At some point, after a few hours of lying awake, I took some Tylenol PM and eventually fell asleep.

The next morning, things weren’t much better. I tried to run some errands and stay busy, but my thoughts and fantasies continued. But I did notice a shift in my thinking later in the afternoon. Three main feelings emerged:

1) I felt a ton of pride and even pleasure in the fact that some of my actions, no matter how pathetic and humiliating, had helped you become aroused and resulted in you reaching orgasm. For a slave like me, who is unable to please women in traditional ways, it was extremely rewarding. I mean, when do my actions ever even partially result in a woman cumming?

2) I had a genuine sense of awe for your brilliance. I know that you knew what you were doing with those final comments. You are so incredibly powerful.

3) I started to love the idea of me being in misery while you are content, fulfilled, and satisfied. I thought about other ways to do it, like me starving myself while you are out having a delicious meal. Or me sitting with my hands over my head in a cold shower while you relax in a bubble bath. Or just me standing in the corner while you chat with friends, watch TV, etc… Things like this just feel so right and perfect.

On Saturday, two days after we spoke, I finally had time to drive and get my key. (I didn’t get it with the express purpose of cumming either. The belt is actually pretty uncomfortable, and I need to take it off once or twice a day to keep from getting sore.) On the way back, I unlocked it and lightly stroked myself while driving, thinking about our session, your body, and what it might be like to serve you in person. I got pretty excited, and was enjoying how horny and frustrated I was getting. I repeatedly brought myself right up to the edge as I drove. Then one time, the cum literally came to the top of my shaft. I stopped stroking in time to keep from cumming, but the load of semen didn’t recede and seemed to just stay there. I panicked a bit and tensed up the muscles in my shaft, which sent all of it spewing out over my legs and car seat. So yah, I technically came, but this was definitely a “ruined” orgasm — there was none of that exciting build up, and I’d say it felt about half as good as a full blown orgasm would normally feel. I did not get that really big feeling of satisfaction or relief from my frustration. And as I wiped myself off while heading down the Interstate, I hoped you’d be amused by that.

:bratpfft: Ok, so that’s more than I intended on sharing, but hot damn if reading it again didn’t get me all excited LOL! The conversation that followed this was fun, relaxed, and thoroughly enjoyable. I’m sincerely looking forward to my lil loser’s next discovery experience because each encounter gets better and more intense. What was it you wanted to explore next, my lil loserboy? Oh yeah… forced intox! Woohoo! I’m *so very* looking forward to seeing how well you obey after we play those kind of games!

These type of calls/sessions remain my favorite, and I look forward to more of you sincere subs calling and becoming addicted to this fetish phone sex Princess in 2007!
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