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Mistress Phone Sex – Baddest Bitch in the Kingdom!

Can you handle THIS Mistress phone sex? Do you want to play with the baddest bitch in the Kingdom?

This is like any other date. We are out to a nice dinner and I am wearing your favorite lingerie under My dress. Mistress Bree has you seeing red as I show you a little peek of My red lace bra.

I take My foot out of My shoe and show you My little red painted toes wiggling in My black fishnet thigh highs. The moans you let out make the table next to us stare. “I always love when My pets humiliate themselves for Me,” I say to them as I smirk and give you My full attention.

My foot slides up your pathetic scrawny thighs and I can already feel how hard you are. “Good boy. Stay hard for Mistress Bree. Now, feed Me My dinner, slave.” Of course I picked the hardest thing to feet someone, pad thai noodles. “This is your first challenge of night, slave. I need you to feed Me and not let anything drip or fall onto My dress. Now I know you are allergic to peanuts but that shouldn’t stop Me from having delicious Thai food, should it? Do you think you can handle that, slave?” You shake your head up and down like a well trained sissy boy, doglike.

On the very first attempt, you drop pieces of peanut in My lap. “Clean this off of My dress now, slave. Didn’t you tell Me that you could handle it! What are you, stupid? you cannot handle something a 2 year old can do on their own? Pathetic baby. How dare you make Me dirty! Clean it up with your mouth, now!” I can see the fear in your eyes. If you have one bit of peanut near you, you blow up like balloon. “What? you actually want Me, a true BDSM Goddess, to stay dirty because you are too much of a clutz? Grow a fucking pair and clean ME OFF NOW! Use your mouth, slave!” As you bend over and your face gets closer, you begin to shake. When you are millimeters away from the peanut mess you left in My lap, I push your head back. “Good slave. you passed. Pay the nice waiter and grab My coat.”

Without a word as we walk into the door of My apartment, I bring you into My BDSM Dungeon. Before you cross the threshold into My BDSM Dungeon, you remove your shoes, socks, and all remaining pieces of clothing.  Kneeling, you begin to beg for punishment like a good slave does. “Although you passed the second test, all the begging and ‘sorries’ in the world will not help you now, slave.” I walk over to you and bend over in front of your face. My round plump ass smashes onto your nose to shut you up and I can feel you breathing in deeply.

I walk over to the bed and lay down on My back. I put My feet in the air and begin toying with My shoes. “My feet are one of your favorite parts of Me, huh? Crawl to Me, slave.”

When you see My heel pop out of My pump, you begin crawling faster. “Get on the bed, slave.” As you laid on the bed, I position myself to the side of you. I slowly pull My own stockings off with My teeth to torture and tease you. My naked toes move onto your thigh and inch their way up. “I know you love being in My BDSM Dungeon, slave. I know you would also love it if I stroked your dick with My feet!” Click for more from the intelligent, young, and beautiful BDSM connoisseur, Mistress Bree.

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