Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322
I’m a domme who loves to punish men who drool over me. I don’t like them, I like that they pay me. Today, I’ve got a new client, a man named Jack. He’s a regular caller, but this is our first time talking. I answer the call with a sultry “Oui Bonjour, Jack.” He stammers, “H-hi, Stella.” I can hear the nervousness in his voice, and it makes my pussy tingle. I love the power I have over these men. “So, Jack, tell me, what do you want to talk about today?” I ask, my voice dripping with seduction. He hesitates then says, “I…I want to talk about…you.”
I laugh, a deep, throaty sound. “Oh, Jack, you’re a naughty boy, aren’t you? You want to talk about me? Well, let’s talk about my body, then.” I describe my curves, my small but full breasts, my tight ass, and my wet pussy. I can hear his breathing quicken, and I know he’s touching his cock. They all sound the same when they touch it. I smile, knowing I have him under my control. “Imagine my hands on your dick, Jack.
I like that they pay me
Imagine me stroking you, making you hard. Imagine me taking you into my mouth, sucking you, tasting you.” He groans, and I know he’s close to cumming. “But remember, Jack, you can’t cum until I tell you to. You understand?” He whimpers, “Y-yes, Stella.” I laugh again, enjoying his submission. “Good boy, Jack.” I continue to tease him, describing how I’d ride him, how I’d grind my pussy on his dick, how I’d make him fuck me. I can hear him panting, struggling to hold back. “Please, Stella,” he begs, “I can’t…I can’t hold it.” I smile, “Alright, Jack. You’ve been a good boy, so you can cum now.”
I can picture his dick, pulsing in his hand, his cum spurting out. The thought makes me wet, and I slip a hand into my panties, fingering my clit. I moan, too, imagining it’s his dick inside me. After he’s finished, he’s silent for a moment. Then he says, “Thank you, Stella.” I laugh, “You’re welcome, Jack. I’ll see you again, won’t I?” He stammers, “Y-yes, Stella. I’ll call again.” I smile, satisfied. “Good boy, Jack. Good boy.”
As I hang up, I can’t help but feel a thrill of satisfaction. I love my job. I love the power, the control, the pleasure. “Fuck,” I whisper to myself, “I can’t wait for the next call.” And so, the night continues, one call after another. Each man different, but all the same. They all want the same thing – to be controlled, to be punished, to be used. And I’m more than happy to oblige. After all, it’s my job. And I fucking love my job.
As the night wears on, I find myself getting wetter and wetter. Each call, each man, brings me closer and closer to the edge. I can feel my pussy throbbing, begging for release. But I resist. I won’t cum until I’m ready. Until I’ve had my fill of these men.
Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322
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