DISPOSAL FETISH PHONE SEX

Cruel Mistress ISO garbage boys & trash slaves for disposal fetish phone sex

 

For a femdom fatale like me, the most important part of spring cleaning is disposal fetish phone sex. Getting rid of useless clutter can be such a chore. Will you make my work difficult? Or are you an eager garbage boy who embraces his fate? Either way, I am the dominatrix who will direct your destiny. Discarding some items around here might be a dilemma. But disposing of you? Ha. You are OBVIOUS trash!

I’m a meticulous Mistress, so none of the “junk” I’ll be purging is actual waste, per se. Except for YOU, of course. You are a waste of life, a waste of space, a wastoid. An utter bore at best. But not an inoffensive blob, because your continued presence is RUINING the perfect tidiness of my home. I’ve kept you around as long as I have for purely sadistic reasons, including disposal fetish phone sex fun at your expense.

You’ve always known what you really are: TRASH.

After years of unsuccessfully attempting to integrate into “society,” you found me. Walking around one night, aimless as usual, a sign stapled to the telephone pole caught your attention. It read: TRASH MISTRESS Seeking EAGER GARBAGE BOY for Trash Fetish Disposal Play. Heart racing, you tore off a strip with my number and called as soon as you got “home.” No place has ever really felt like home to you, because you know you belong in the garbage. After paying me for a few disposal fetish phone sex sessions, I’ll tell you it’s time to move to the next phase. You’re going to become my live-in trash slave.

You had hoped from the moment you read my ad that the “Play” bit at the end wasn’t true. That our disposal fetish phone sex could cross into real life. You hoped I would finally put you where you belong: stuffed in the trash bin, just garbage to be loaded into the truck, compacted, and taken to the dump. The garbage dump is your inevitable final destination.

It’s always garbage day when you call me for disposal fetish phone sex.

And so you come to live with me. You eavesdrop as much as you can from your inhumane basement “suite” during my humiliation phone sex calls. You’re in awe of my cruel dominatrix prowess. And you believe me when I tell you that you’re not the first garbage boy I’ve put out for the truck. The disposal fetish phone sex pipeline leads to the garbage chute, the trash compactor, and your compacted, crushed destiny. And you don’t want to escape your fate. Do you, worm?

When the day finally CUMS for you to step inside the trash bag, it’s already filled with other, equally disgusting garbage. Maybe (your) dirty diapers, maybe my dog’s waste, rotten food, and other trash that no one wants. And luckily for you, you know what you want. To say goodbye, to sit, curled up in the bag in that giant bin. And to hear the trash truck coming down the street. The anticipation when you finally hear it in the distance to when it lifts you up is probably the timespan of your final orgasm.

Are you ready for our disposal fetish phone sex call?

Good. So am I. And I’m poised to treat you like what you really are: WORTHLESS garbage! Call me now, loser. Chop chop!

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