DOMINATRIX ROLE PLAY: The Joke’s On YOU!

What if I kidnapped you to commence our dominatrix role play call?

Just imagine: our dominatrix role play phone sex starts with you leaving another busy (and oh-SO boring) day at the office. You’re wearing your suit and tie, and look like any generic “respectable man.” Ha, that’s an oxymoron, isn’t it? Little do you know I’m about to interrupt your mind-numbingly banal “business day” routine. I’ll surprise you in the parking garage as you return to your Tesla, pretending I’m lost and need directions. You’ll be taken aback by my stunning beauty, and of course, being the “gentleman” you are, offer to give me a ride since it’s just a few blocks away. But as soon as I climb into the vehicle with you, you’ll feel a tiny prick on your arm. Because guess what? I’ve sedated you.

When you come to, you’ll slowly realize you’ve been bound, gagged, and are bouncing around in your own trunk.

It was almost too easy for me to abduct you during our dominatrix role play. You’re completely powerless. And really, you always have been. But not I’m going to show you that you’ve never been in control of anything. And you never will be. You feel yourself drifting off again as the drive continues, unable to fully wake up from the dose I’ve given you. You drift in and out of consciousness during the whole trip back to my secret BDSM dungeon, and are awaked more cum-pletely by my beautiful face as I open the trunk.

“How was the drive? Not too bumpy, I hope? These self-driving cars . . . what’s a girl to do?” I sneer.

I’ll march you inside, briefly untying your legs so our dominatrix role play Chapter TWO can begin.

Do you feel emasculated yet? A woman, controlling you? You were foolish to invite me into your car. But that’s what you get for being a “helpful man,” far too eager to find and fawn over (what you thought was) a damsel in distress. Ha. God, you’re pitiful. All the better for me to enjoy the unbridled humiliation phone sex fun we’re about to have.

Then, I’ll direct you down the stairs into my soundproof cellar. No one can here you cry or scream all the way out here. If it’s not consensual, why are you already so hard? Time to take off that ugly suit. I’ll make you undress as gunpoint, as is my preference. And then I’ll chain you to the surgical table, stirrups and all. Do you feel exposed yet? If you don’t, we’re not doing our dominatrix role play properly. I love Clothed Female Naked Male (CFNM) fetishists. It just makes sense for you to be vulnerable and me to exercise my female power. Don’t you think?

I might leave you chained up for hours, days, or who knows how long? It depends on my whims. And oh, they ARE fleeting and arbitrary.

What kind of dominatrix role play drives you wild?

I want to know. And I want to act it out with you, every taboo aspect and then some. So what are you waiting for? Time to pick up the phone and call me. I’m right here, waiting for your call!

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