Origin Story Of a Phone Sex Femdom

Hello, all you wonderful perverts out there on Social Media. I am a phone sex femdom, and I have decided to tell my tale of how I came to be who I am. In comic books, one would call this an origin story, of sorts. And, remarkably, it is comic books that got me here. No, I am not one of those that saw a certain corset-wearing, tiara-adorned superhero with a magic lasso and thought woman power and all that stupid stuff. But, before we get to that, you need a little description of the younger me.

See, I’ve always been a tomboy. I actually acted that way well into college, and, despite embracing my feminine nature years ago, I still act like one of the guys. Granted, one of the guys with an amazing rack and a body the “other fellas” would kill just to touch (or have), if you’re into feminization, but one of the gang, nonetheless. And, as one of the guys, I got into comic books.

Now, I was always a fan of a certain feline burglar with a whip, who inspired the name for one of my favorite pieces of fetish attire, the catsuit. I loved reading stories about her and how strong she was. But one thing that always got me was why she wanted the big macho hero of the book when his grown-up side kick was just as built and obviously could follow orders. Well, one Halloween I decided I wanted to be her. Looking things up, I found that her way of dressing was often found in fetish femdom scenes. So, I started researching them.

Fetish Phone Sex Was My First Step In Being a Mistress

I realized, with the handy dandy Internet giving me a hand, that this was what I wanted to be. Whenever I wanted, I could wear the shiny catsuit, the long gloves, the thigh-high boots. I could whip people, tie them to posts or chairs, coerce them into doing my bidding. I could even have males, like that sidekick I mentioned, who would do my bidding and even want to be tied up. This flat-out floored me. I could not believe this sort of thing existed. I might have had more than one masturbation marathon while researching.

Eventually, I decided I would start small and apply for a fetish phone sex position. They accepted me and, not long afterwards, I got my first call.

Guided Masturbation Phone Sex Convinced Me I Was a Dominant Woman

When I got my first call, it was guided masturbation. And, well, I will tell you this much. There is nothing hotter than a Mistress saying, “Stroke for me,” to a slave.

I wanted to lay back and touch myself during the call while staring at myself in the mirror. Of course, I did not. I did not want to give him the impression that he was turning me on, after all. He was not. But I gave him orders, described perfectly filthy things I would do to him, and made it harder for him not to cum. He was not allowed to cum without Mistress’s orders, after all. Of course, if he could have seen me while we were on the phone, I think he would have blown his load before he could utter hello.

After the call was over, I laid back, breathing heavily. I was hooked. Not just on phone sex, mind you, but on being a fetish femdom in general. Since then, I have had many clients and even a few attempted suitors, but I always dress in a latex cat suit, sometimes with a cat hood, sometimes without, when I play. That first outfit, by the way, is sitting on a mannequin in my dungeon space, under a spotlight. Why? Well, let us just say that despite its repeated usage over the years,  just the sight of it is enough to turn me on, and remind me just why I am the way I am.

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