Mindfucking and Oral Service

Part 2 of How To Get Into Phone Sex is coming later tonight. I think I'm going to be punished if I don't write this entry.

Last night some of my favorite Dominants were mindfucking me. It's a classic- tell a service submissive she isn't doing good enough, then tell her you might, might put up with her if she does better. If you can cajole and threaten in the same sentence, make your voice stern but encouraging, she'll think she still has a hope of satisfying your whims.

Trying to please a strict dominant, trying to fulfill impossible orders and being punished- those are some of my favorite scenes, but not the way they went down last night.

I had an appointment call with E of the misleading accent at 8, which I almost missed thanks to Roanoke finally having enough fellow Yankees move in to create traffic. I got home just in time to prepare myself according to his standing orders (naked, kneeling, lubed and ready)- but my phone didn't ring for the appointment. He tried back a few minutes later, as hot and eager as I was, and he took me to task right away for the inconvenience and wasting his time. I was still freaked out from detouring and speeding to get home in time (not to mention the technical difficulties) so it took me a few minutes to catch on to his game. I fell all over myself to apologize sincerely before I noticed the tone of voice he was using and asked him how I could make it up to him...

E's a generous dom. He let me earn the chance to suck his cock before flipping me around and fucking me in the ass. No- that's not accurate. First, I had to earn the assfucking by trying to please him with my mouth and throat. He even allowed (okay... ordered) me to come for him (an order I couldn't refuse at that point- his voice does something to me). I started- and so did the horrible phone screech of death.

I have never, never had that happen before or since. Damn the luck.

Keep in mind I hadn't come out of scene yet. Here he was, displeased with me in-scene and possibly out of it to begin with, and I'd just fucked up bigtime. Well, my connection had, but I'm the rent-a-slave and it was my fault.

I figured I'd really pissed him off that time. Maybe he would give me one more chance if I was lucky. I sent him an apology for the technical difficulties and a little something else. Then I paced nakedly for about 15 minutes.

Ring! This time it was M, and our connection was clear. His voice was low and threatening and he had me back on my knees instinctively. He was allowing his slave to service him orally (aren't I a lucky girl?); I kissed the head of his cock and worshipped it with my tongue before taking it deep into my mouth- or trying to.

Just when I thought I had taken enough of his shaft down my throat, he'd tell me I wasn't trying hard enough. I wasn't satisfying him. I started crying, asking him what I could do to please him- lips back on the cock. He kept encouraging me to slide, then cram, then force his cock deeper into my mouth and throat. I'd think I couldn't take another inch and he'd push me harder, stopping me in disgust every so often to tell me what a lousy job I was doing and that I'd have to try harder. The crying made it worse, then when I started gagging and nearly threw up I heard that catch in his voice. I edged back just enough to keep from losing it but still make all kinds of horrible noises, stopped holding back my helpless whimpers, and he treated me to something very special.

Apparently half-trained, reluctant, incompetent sluts like me need to be shown how to do what we're told- or made to. Forced to.

I volunteered the last phrase, and he described what he was about to do, and he heard my voice catch. It was on.

He went into that space where he's telling me exactly what he's going to do to me, he's lost in telling his fantasy and all I have to do is live in it and react. Usually once a call reaches that point I'm so far in that elegant descriptions are beyond me and I'm lucky if I can still form sentences. Usually they don't seem to mind that.

This time I was sure I'd done something right and I got to finish what I'd started with E.

Speaking of E...

He called back shortly after my line was free again, to thank me for the call. He called to thank me. He called to thank me. What a class act. Wow, that blew my worries and guilt out of the water.

We talked for a few minutes and he made it clear that he didn't blame me for the phone mishaps (thank so much, Sir- I felt awful about that!) and did his best to charm me before getting back to his night. His best is very, very good. "This is sort of like the phone sex equivalent of me sending you roses. Thank you."

Yeah, this guy calls me. What a trip.

For such a sweetheart, he can be a very strict dom. How awesome is that?

I barely have time to wipe the smile off my face (and clean up after both E and M had their way with me) before I get a call from my favorite spanker, D.

Silly me, I put my pants back on. I'm supposed to be naked and kneeling for him. Standing order.

Of course he had to punish me for that. We hadn't gotten to play in a while but we made up for lost time- I was cropped, spanked, humiliated, objectified, used roughly and subject to his degrading fantasies of displaying me like a slut and dragging me around by my clit, like a pet. In other words we had a blast. We got into some orgasm control tonight which was extra hard for me- having already orgasmed doesn't usually tire me out, it usually gets me ready for more. Yes, my pussy breaks men, thank you...

D was in a good mood and allowed me to orgasm just when I thought I could not hold off any more and would have to take another punishment. Thanks Sir!

It was a great night, but I'm starting to think they're conspiring against me because so many mindfucks in a row is a pretty weird coincidence. After one I can clear my head for the next call, but when I'm in that space over and over with just barely enough time for a towel and a glass of water between them, I'm in that headspace for the night. I think it sharpened me a little though; I like a challenge.

I also learned the power of a mysterious phrase last night: white cotton panties. This secret phrase has the power to send a man to the moon. It must be used with caution, and not in the first three minutes of a call, unless you were planning on a quickie.

Kind of too bad, since I had to take off the white cotton panties to get to the good stuff (in more ways than one). Next time he's getting small talk because I'd like to see what else I can do to drive this guy crazy. I think we have some kinks in common, and not just...

wait for it...

white cotton panties.