Phone sex

[Mr.Stroke-too-much]

Hey all,

Long time lurker, rare poster. Sorry about that.

Anyway, I've seen a couple of posts about phone sex, and I just wanted to share my recent experiences. It's not something I'm about to discuss with my real life friends. This should maybe be posted in the Stories forum, but that doesn't seem to be used that often, so I thought I'd post here. If a mod wants to move this, that's cool.

So, I've done phone sex off and on since I was, well, younger than I should have been. Probably about 20 years now. I've talked to plenty of different girls, but I finally found my Princess--my Princess Katie. I love humiliation and CBT (hence my love of Milovana, too:), and she does deliver.

It started on Yahoo. A lot of phone girls display their Yahoo and AIM names, but they are either never on, or they will barely talk to you until you call. Now, I want a bitch on the phone, but I like to be able to chat a little first to lay the groundwork. Katie is great with this. Our first few calls together were two girl calls, and she worked with me on Yahoo trying to find good matches. Hell, she even tolerates me bugging her on there even when I'm not about to do a call.

We started our calls on the pretense that she caught me being a pervert, and she was going to teach me a lesson for that. I got on cam so she could watch and make sure I did things right. Started by having me spank my ass with a belt for a bit, then a paddle, and then a wooden spoon. I got good and red. They had me barking like a dog, counting my strikes in different "dog voices," and just making a fool of me for their pleasure. They even noticed my cat's scratching post and had me on all fours scratching it. Then I had to tie a 32oz bottle of Powerade to my balls and do jumping jacks while singing the national anthem. This was followed by a bunch of clothespins to my nutsack, with more jumping jacks. To finish, I had to fuck my pocket pussy using Bengay as my lube.

Our next couple of calls involved similar treatment, but my limits kept getting pushed a little further. The 32oz bottle got bumped for a 64oz juice bottle, and she played Katy Perry's Teenage Dream for me to dance to. Clothespins attached to my sack got pulled and duct taped to my thighs for added tug. I had to walk out the door and down a flight of steps and back with those on. I think the real limit pusher was the clothespin zipper I had to use on my dick. I've never had problems putting them on my nuts, but I've always been hesitant on there. Five plastic clothespins along the top of the shaft, the first pull or two just tugged, so I opened the top pin, but after being called a pussy, I managed to yank the others off. That left a few marks that lasted a couple of days. After that, I was instructed to jerk with some Icy Hot, since, well, you use that on injuries... I've since bought some wooden ones for use as zippers; no teeth on those guys.

I was sent to an adult toy store, with her instructing me on Yahoo. Not a great selection, but I ended up getting a flogger and a parachute; I didn't notice til after that the parachute has a bunch of little "tacks" on the inside for added fun. From there it was the grocery store for a honeydew melon and something you'll see in a minute (don't want to give it away early). So, obviously the flogger was used that night, with the added "bonus" that it's easy to mishit a little and strike the taint. Obviously had to use the chute, too, with both bottles and eventually a 4.4lb weight. There was plenty of swinging and dancing done with that. During all this she had me playing porn on my TV loud enough that my apartment neighbors might hear what a perv I am. Then we moved to the secret item. She had me put about a teaspoon of water in a bowl, and then dump enough cayenne pepper so that it got pasty. Lubed up the dick a little, got it hard, and, yeah, the paste became the main lube. It started off not too bad--just a little gritty. So she suggested I add some Icy Hot. Well, I think the cayenne just needed some air to get going, and then when I added the Icy Hot--wow! My dick was on fire! Had to keep jerking for a bit, then, to "cool" me off, I got to fuck the melon. So, there I am, dick on fire, fucking a melon for Katie to watch. Pain and humiliation all in one. Well, the melon didn't really provide much stimulation, and the cayenne and Icy Hot didn't help my hardon, so it took a good while, but I finally finished.

Then there was my birthday call. This time, I had to construct a show for her, and if I was good enough I'd get a present. I decorated my body with markers and stickers (sorry, forgot to mention there was instructed decoration in other calls), shaved myself bare down there and put a temporary tattoo "K" (for Katie) right above my dick. It's still there 5 days later with no sign of going away real soon. Just turned 35, so 35 smacks, plus one for "good luck" on each ass cheek with the whip. Then an edge with the 64oz bottle hanging from the chute and swinging around. A walk down the hallway and back with the bottle still attached (would have been hard to run and hide if anyone had come out...). Then I had her count to 35 while I rapidly smacked my balls with my newly bought riding crop. I expected her to just count out 35 seconds, but I don't think she counted that fast... Finally finished with two dick zippers. I guess I did well enough, as I apparently have a pair of panties and a personal letter coming :)

Finally, she takes pics of my cam feed and posted some in her blog about me. So a little added public humiliation there.

That's all, at least for now. Thanks for reading this far. This got longer than I expected. I'm just so happy I found my personal Princess that I had to share.