Slave for a Day

...This time, it wasn't me.

Every so often I'll get a request to switch. Some submissive guys get really turned on at the thought of a submissive cumslut turning it around on them and turning them into a pathetic, whimpering slave. Patheticness is always a key point here - these guys are usually into humiliation bigtime.

He sent me an email, first, asking me if I would be willing to switch for him.

I'm into humiliation and life management.

That sounds like something you'd say to a phone sex career counselor.

"I see you've been looking to..." (wink, wink) "...fill a position, right? As a slave. Hmm. Let's see... I might have an... opening... heehee! you could fill. What are your interests?"

"I, uh, I'm into humiliation and life management."

"Life management, huh? Do you have any certifications?"

...I was laughing my ass off when I ordered his worthless ass to contact me. I didn't tell him what to do next - I just told him that what he decided to do next would tell me whether or not he was completely useless as a slave.

He called within minutes.

My guys always compliment the way I get right into things. The truth is small talk makes me nervous, but they're not complaining, right? I launched right into it with this guy - after I made him sweat.

"Hello?"

He mumbles a hello. I wait a few seconds - I swear he's holding his breath, but I can guess at the words about to rush out, the sweaty palms.

"Hi, this is Katie..."

"Hi... hi Katie."

I know exactly who it is, of course, but I make him say it anyway. Normally I don't ask for names, I just let a guy decide if he wants to tell me. I don't want to make anyone uncomfortable.

Just this guy.

"So, who am I talking to?" I try for a cross between audibly coy and about to kick your ass, and I think I got it.

"S—. I'm, uh, the guy who sent you the email..."

"That doesn't really narrow it down, S. I get a lot of emails."

"Oh, right." I'm just dying to start cracking up. I let out a giggle, totally at his expense. "I'm the one who wanted to be your slave."

"Oh, the worthless loser! Hi, S! I didn't think you'd be brave enough to call."

From there he was all mine (well, for about half an hour). I had him crawl on the floor like a worm and repeat over and over what a worthless, limp-dicked loser he was. I ordered him to rub himself off on his carpet (friction burn!) as it could be the last orgasm I allowed him - but not until after we were through on the phone. I took away his right to sit at the table and sleep in his own bed.

"You know your place, don't you?"

I know that to afford a phone sex habit (and I'm pretty sure this guy gets around, most submissive callers are pretty slutty that way) this guy's probably a lawyer or an accountant or a programmer, maybe a politician. It happens (although from what I hear, most of them are into panties). I know he's probably the guy who sneered at me on the subway for wearing scuffed boots, or some network admin who donates money to campaigns.

Republican campaigns. It helps if I think of the submissive guys as Republican.

"Yes, mistress."

And he fucking sniffles. Priceless.