AGE REGRESSION FETISH PHONE SEX

Age regression fetish phone sex with me will take you PAST unbirthing.

Are you an age regression fetish phone sex enthusiast? Perfect, me too. I have lots of magical ways to make you regress as far as I please. If you’re acting like a man-baby, guess what? I’m going to turn you into a REAL baby. I love regressing you to a pre-verbal stage. I’m sick of your talking. And I’m sick of you thinking you are in charge. Ha! What a joke.

What age regression fetish role play has you by the (soon to be UN-dropped) balls?

Here’s an idea. Let’s say you’re my boss. My endlessly man-splaining, utterly oblivious, misguidedly condescending asshole boss. Ugh. Once again, you summon me into your office to patronize me over some mundane bullshit or other. I nod and smile demurely, knowing exactly what’s going to happen next. Well, in a few minutes, anyway.

“I’m sorry about that oversight in the paperwork, sir. Can I get you a coffee?” I bat my eyes coquettishly.

You grunt some reply, I fetch you a fresh coffee, knowing perfectly well I’m going to put some age regression fetish powder in with your sugar and milk. I try to hide my smug satisfaction as I hand you the warm cup.

You slurp it down like the thirsty, ever-clamoring idiot you are.

I smile, watching silently. “Anything else, sir?”

But you’re already feeling a little funny. As you start to convulse (just mildly) I close and lock the door behind us. You don’t know you have an age regression fetish yet, but I’m going to show you.

“Are you feeling all right, sir?” I say, my smile unchanged. Oh, this is going to be good. How I have WAITED for this day!

You start to change: first, your facial hair disappears, then your other “secondary sex” characteristics.

Back to boyhood for you. You’re getting smaller. What’s happening? You’re so confused. Ha. Welcome to humiliation phone sex with me. By the time I come to loom over you, you’re about 8 years old.

“Open your mouth,” I command you. It’s not a request during our age regression fetish call. “Drink, worm.”

It’s easy for me to overpower you at this point, so I go ahead and tilt the remnants of your oh-so executive coffee into your mouth. You’re so disoriented, you comply. All men are bottoms if you ask me. And who’s on top now? Not you.

I’m cradling you in my lap now, feeding you the rest of the age regression fetish solution.

“Poor little baby,” I coo into your increasingly infantilized ear. “I’m sick of the way you run this business. And I’m sick of the way you treat me and other female employees. Your little reign of whatever that was ends now. Drink!” I laugh as you take your final sip. And now you’re a newborn. Time to go back inside the womb.

So do you want to hear how this story ends or role play it ourselves? If you’re ready for the age regression phone sex you crave: GREAT. Because I’m right here, POISED to turn the clock back. Call me!

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