I don’t know why they always sound the same to Me, at first, when they call. That is, I don’t know whether it might simply be My instincts. Perhaps it is borne of long experience with encouraging the bisexual impulses of My playmates. I often hear the similarity in the tone of their voices. Do all aspiring cock worshipers acquire a particular tone to their voice when they are working up the courage to offer their erotic confessions to someone?
Whatever it is, I find Myself thinking, long before they get to the point, “I bet he’s a would-be cocksucker.”
Don’t be put off by My blunt use of the word, “cockslut.” I use it with both purpose and fondness. It denotes a particular type of boy who doesn’t necessarily find himself attracted to men overall. He also just doesn’t want to interface sexually with another man. Even if he has a massive amount of lust. But, he may get quite an erotic charge out of the thought of being submissive. He might also be excited about being a tool for the achievement of pleasure by a man he considers superior to himself. This doesn’t precisely describe all who call Me to share their secret fantasy, but it describes many.
Here’s how it usually plays out:
I hear a particular furtiveness in their initial small-talk, a shaky hesitation. Even when they are simply asking the getting-to-know-you questions. Often, they avoid pointed inquiries at first, about what is on their mind. I like to know what precipitated the call. They sometimes sound as if they are cupping the mouthpiece with their hand. I assume they live with someone. (When they do, I remind them LDW has a Sexy Texting option for privacy’s sake.) Then they confess that they live alone! Therefore, they have no one around for whom they should be muffling their end of the conversation. They sometimes whisper, as they use the pretext of asking Me about My own life and kinks.
Then, they ask if I’ve got a boyfriend.
“Oh, yes,” I say, making sure to give great weight to My words with as much significance as I can. I can almost hear their ears perk up.
They want to know if he keeps Me satisfied.
“Ohhhhh, yes,” I sigh. “He’s got such a… Big. Beautiful. Cock.”
Then comes the barely audible moan. They usually want to hear all the details I’m willing to offer about just how big, how beautiful, and what that cock does to Me. He likes hearing what I like to do to it. He betrays his poorly kept secret, all the while, with smothered sighs. As I speak, I know he is living vicariously through Me. It’s not My boyfriend they envy, but Me. He is revealing his straight cock sucker desires, without even knowing it.
It’s easy to tell when they find a way to insinuate themselves into the scene I described. They want to be allowed to speak without touching on the crux of the matter. They will say they would love to watch while My boyfriend pleases Me. He, the confessor, continues talking about how such a massive tool attached to such a masterful Alpha male must make Me cum so hard. As I laugh, listening, he drools, saying that such big, heavy balls must fill Me with so much cum.
I laugh, saying to myself, “Heeeeeere, kitty kitty.”
The door to their secret room, tightly locked and barred in the repression of their everyday lives, where they pretend to be completely heterosexual, creaks open a bit. I suddenly wish I could make him a cocksucking cuckold. How much fun would that be?
“Maybe I could help, to make sure you get as much pleasure as you can,” they say. Or maybe some sexy version of that. Adding, “Maybe I could lick your pussy to make sure it’s nice and wet for him.” He continues, “Maybe I could make sure he’s as hard as he can possibly get for you.”
Cockslut kitty kitty steps on the pressure plate of the steel trap ever so delicately.
“Oh,” I reply, “I would love for you to be My fluffer boy.”
Now, there are usually patterns of breathing they can no longer control. I can see them in My mind’s eye. They’re lying in the dark of their bedroom confessional, clutching their own hard cock beneath the sheets, pumping away.
“Would you do that for Me?” I ask.
“Oh YES, Mistress!”
“You know,” I often continue, “His cock really is very large and he’s a virile man with a huge sexual appetite. Sometimes, after I am spent from multiple orgasms, he still needs more. More holes to fuck. Sometimes he wants a more aggressive cocksucking than his respect for Me and the confines of My delicate little throat will allow. You wouldn’t be willing to help out in such a situation, would you?”
Eagerly, he says, “Oh, Mistress, I would love to let him use my ass and throat!”
SNAP! The trap is sprung.
But worry not. The trap has soft teeth as it securely holds him. The grip is gentle because there is no shame in My world in such an erotic confession, especially of this coerced cock sucking type. In fact, I treasure the fact that I can provide a safe, virtual space in which a boy can share and explore. There is so much in our social conditioning, after all, which makes it hard for a boy to admit these desires. That he longs not only to have a bisexual experience, but to be used. How challenging it can be for a man to abdicate his masculinity in the face of a truly superior specimen of manhood.
We Phone Sex Mistresses here at LDW understand this. Knowing how difficult it is to have a sexy secret you desperately want to share, but feel you have no one you can trust to share it with. Whether it be a lust for cock, or something else. That is precisely why we’re here.
Do you have a secret lust for cock? Or some other kinky secret you’re longing to share?
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