Some of you may not know that I have a new blog. The web address of it is: https://www.submissivephonesexdesires.com . I sincerely hope you will read it because there are some awesome femdom stories on it. Callers like you have sent their most intimate thoughts and fantasies to me via email, which makes me very happy! Some of the stories you read will be about bdsm fantasies and others will be recounting actual lifestyle bdsm events. It is my wish that you see some of yourself in a post or two.
My kinksters out there know by now ,that I love being an erotic confessional mistress. There is a lot to be said for putting trust in someone you barely know, but I love sharing mutual turn-ons. Sometimes , it is so cathartic to reveal a hidden part of yourself. After all is said and done, how many people can we actually share our kink with? It feels good to be understood and have an orgasm or two! Not that all of you will be cumming for me, you know who you are. Wherever you are, I want you to be swept up in a fantasy. Relax and masturbate for me, but keep those balls full 🙂 .
For me it would be you wanting me to shopping with you. I wouldn’t want to go but you would say it would be fun to spend day with you and you would like a guys opinion, you want to go to Victoria’s Secret to buy bras/ panties along with makeup/lipstick/ perfume/lotion..,then to go dress shopping. What I wouldn’t know is that trip would be for me. I’m nervous going in to vs with you as it smells so girlish with the scents of perfume. We walk in and we are browsing in perfume/ makeup/lipstick section. As we’re looking you catch me off guard and spray me with very sexy. I say i smell like a girl and you giggle and say it’s supposed to. As try to gather myself you take brush with shimmer blush and put it on my cheek. I say that’s for women. You giggle and tell me to just relax as you plant a lipstick kiss on my cheek. I’m shaking but you say I look so cute and adorable smelling like a girl along with blush & lipstick mark on my cheek you decide to rub in lipstick and now say it looks like I have blush on. I start to whine but you tell me I’m starting to sound like a girl and give me more lipstick kisses on my cheeks. Then you grab sexy red shade and apply it to my lips. Then you grab my hand as we look for bras/ panties. We then go into fitting room and you have me strip. I feel so weak/helpless/submissive & feminine standing naked with smooth/hairless/soft petite body. Then you have me raise my arms and put pink very sexy bra on me then matching panty with pumps. I feel so feminine/ weak & helpless. You giggle and say not to worry as I look so cute and adorable wearing this. I say I thought we were going shopping for you but you giggle as say this was planned for me. Then you take me out and have me pay for this. I say no way as everyone will know I’m a cream puff but you insist as we walk out everyone is staring and giggling at me. Then we walk around mall to go shopping for dresses. I’m so embarrassed as everyone is looking at us and giggling. We then go to shop and you pick out 10 body con sheath dresses for me to hold then we both go into fitting room for me to try on. As you have me try on dresses I notice my body is changing and my breasts are growing into d cup and filling out my bra. My nails are growing as well. I’m starting to freak out but you put your arms around me giving me more lipstick kisses saying the lipstick has hormones in them with the body con sheath dress the size 6 fits me perfect. You then tell me if you get me offi have to stay this way all the time if I don’t then I can have my body back. I agree to do this. Within minutes you start kissing me touching me. You set 30 minute time limit. With seconds left I explode I’m my panties losing bet and you saying I have to be your cream puff. As I’m cunning all I can say is yes mistress.
Having a secret feels like a powerful and submissive related sort of thing to me. Example might be better than explanation. I once was on a sort of date with a girl and we were alone and together and kissed a bit. Before any “exploring” at all had taken place she whispered to me “it’s little…..isn’t it”? At that point it was like “she knew”. Before then it was something I hid (and denied a little). But once it was said by her it was like she “owned” me. That is a term “owned” that I had thought was too BDSMish for me but it is exactly how it feels. It is incredibly, incredibly powerful if a woman knows this kind of thing. Then it is like you can only hope it remains a secret and does not go further. Women are intuitive about this issue I think.