It’s been a while since I heard from some of you CBT phone sex lovers. I know, you’re afraid that what happened last time will happen this time, too. I can’t help it that you ended up with bruises all over your dick. It’s not my fault. YOU are the one who called and told me that you wanted to engage in cock and ball torture with me. What kind of bratty domme Princess would I be if I didn’t give you exactly what you were asking for? So you can whine all you want and be afraid of me all you want, but we both know that you will be calling me again for CBT. Why? Because you’re a pain slut and you love it. You want that sweet torture. You can’t help it. That’s just the way you’re wired.
The good news for you is that I love bringing pain and suffering to others. Not everyone, though. Just losers like you. Hearing you torture your tiny little dick is music to my ears. It doesn’t bother me at all that you’re in so much pain that you’re in tears. That just gets me even more excited. Begging me to let you stop just makes me want to cause you more pain. So you’d better be really careful when you call me for CBT phone sex. You’re gonna get exactly what you want and then some. I can promise you that.
You need to gather up your supplies and call me right now for CBT phone sex. Don’t call me with nothing in hand to torture your cock and balls with. That’s gonna really get under my skin and trust me when I say that you don’t want to do that. Talk to you very soon, you tiny dick losers!