You know sometimes I wonder about my gutsy submissive dudes. I mean it seriously makes you stop and say “humm” and scratch your head when you get calls like this. This one was not the first but I have to think equally as foolishly daring as Timmy , yeah click that blue link and read about Timmy, he is a hoot!

So Brain the Bold calls and tells me he works at a warehouse and he is currently hiding in the back near the receiving clerk’s desk though she is currently away. Quietly he told me that while he could see other people they could not see him and he proceeds to drop his pants to enjoy a little guided masturbation knowing full well someone could walk in on him. Me being the conniving bitch I am decide he should step out of his britches and toss them about five feet away.

Brain the Bold breathlessly agrees his bated breath giving away the excitement his cock is feeling as he is freed from his pants; you know that leg covering that you should wear while working?

So while I Cock Teasing Courtney am musing with Brain the Bold about where he should leave his spooge, either on top of the receiving clerk’s desk where she may freak out if she realizes it is nut juice on her desk or if he should drop his man load on her seat where chances are she will never bother to look before sitting and thus be marked with Brain the Bold’s man scent and even wear it home to her man.

Just as the dirty schemes are driving Brain the Bold wild to the point we are deciding just where his spunk should go while gently squeezing his balls…

I hear him gasp and another voice, an authoritative man voice that defiantly does not belong to Brain the Bold, then another gasp and CLICK.

Humm, I wonder where that man juice went?

Look at my picture. Look at your dick. Look at your wallet. Do you have enough to impress me? We already know that your dick won’t impress me, and neither will your loser personality. So, that leaves only one thing to impress a Princess like me: how much money are you gonna cough up for me? Come on, tell me, my little human atm. Tell me how much you think about me – night and day. How much your pathetic money piggie dick revolves around your financial Princess.

I have you wrapped so tightly around my perfect manicured finger that you don’t know which way is up. I do. I always do. And you…you’re always in the dark, like a worthless piece of pond scum gurgling out his ick man snot whenever you drop hundreds in my account. Ca-ching! What Princess does not love financial domination phone sex? Duh!

Do you like hearing me whisper in your ear during our forced feminization phone sex calls? Do you like it when I tell you to twirl your tongue around the head of that dildo, teasing it just like you would if it were a real cock? Do you get a little scared when I tell you to suck that dildo in? I hope you do. After all, it wouldn’t be called “forced feminization” phone sex for no reason. How far can you suck it down, bi-curious boy? Hm? I want to hear you suck for me. I want to hear you turn into a whore during our cock sucking phone sex call. Let me hear you gag!

Here, sissy, sissy! It’s swimsuit season, and it’s time you called me up to help you pick out a swimsuit just for you! I can’t wait! I bet you’re excited, too! I bet it makes you giggle and blush. For you shy sissies, we can surf online during our sissy phone sex chat, looking at the different types of swimsuits. By the way, the good news is that retro swimsuits are back in style, so you can look even more girlie! For you bold and brazen sissies, you can call me up on your cell phone, and we can pick out a swimsuit for you during our feminization phone sex call. So let’s get shopping, sissies!!

Hey, you nylon fetish phone sex boys, listen up! I’m going to take a poll during my fetish phone sex calls about stockings vs. pantyhose. You see, it’s getting really hot around here, and when I wear pantyhose, my ass and pussy get so sweaty. Of course, after talking with you pantyhose fetish boys, I know that makes you losers like putty in my hands. But ewwww, I can feel the sweat trickle down my ass crack and trapping right between my legs.

I can only imagine just how rank my sweaty pantyhose smell like. Ick! So, boyos, what do you think? Should I continue to wear my pantyhose during the summer, making them all smelly and sweaty – just like some of you pantyhose fetishists like – or should I go for comfort? Bear in mind I can use these sweaty pantyhose to further control the men I’m around. LOL! Hm, I think I know how I’m going to vote, but I want to hear your thoughts, so give me a call and we can talk about your fetish phone sex and pantyhose needs.

My sissy pet has enrolled in a beauty school to learn how to do all that girlie stuff like manicures, pedicures, facials, etc. She didn’t want to go at first, but since she did such a horrible job on my pedicure, I demanded she be a better sissy! I’m looking forward to having impeccable pedicures and *not* having to pay for them. So, sissies, what have you done to improve your girlie selves? Let’s chat during some fun feminization phone sex. I can give you pointers, if you need them, or encouragement. I want you to be the very best sissies you can be!

There’s a new guy working at the gym that I go to. I think he’s home for summer break. Anyway, he’s actually kind of cute, but I can tell he’s submissive. Best of all, he loves my feet. At first I couldn’t figure out if he had a shoe fetish, a sock fetish, or a foot fetish, so I decided to find out. I walked around in my bare feet after my workout, but he didn’t seem too interested. Then I threw him my shoes, which he smiled and caught. Hm, not much of a shoe fetish reaction, if you ask me. Then I threw my smelly socks at him. His eyes bugged out and he looked like he was about ready to faint. So I took my sweaty and very smelly cotton socks from him and rubbed them in his face. I could see he was getting hard. Hahaha! I’m going to have a lot of fun with this sweaty sock fetish freak this summer while taking phone sex calls!

I’m always amazed when a man calls me a cock tease, and he expects me to be insulted. Um, why would I be? It’s men’s problem that they’re so weak and easily controlled by their cocks. Since I’m naturally seductive and dominant, I find it the highest of compliments to be called a cock tease.

Doing tease and denial phone sex is instant gratification for me because there’s only so many men I can tease in person. There’s only so many hours in a day, you know. So when I get one of you orgasm denial boys calling me on the phone for some cock control, I’m loving every minute of it. My goal is to control as many men’s cocks in the world as I can, and every man I tease and deny gets me closer to my goal. Call me for some fun tease and denial phone sex!

If you’re looking for sadistic phone sex, then I suggest you give me a call. Why? Because there’s nothing that makes my panties wetter than hearing a masochist cry out in pain at what I tell him to do. I like it all: cbt, tit torture, wax play, clothespin play, and spanking.

I think it’s so funny when I hear a man actually spanking himself during a domination phone sex call. I often laugh and say “Faster, harder, faster, harder” between giggles. You submissive men are just so amusing when you do anything for your phone dominatrix. I’m looking forward to hearing you – yes, you – in pain when you call me up for some phone sex domination.

“Ouch! Ouch! Waaaaah!” That’s music to my ears during one of my many cock and ball torture phone sex calls. If I don’t hear some whimpering, yelps, and pleadings, then I know I’m going too light on the cbt. And many of you know I’m not a lightweight when it comes to torturing dickies and those pathetic spunk sacks. Quite frankly, I think that’s why God put cocks and balls on men – as devices for women to pull and lead men around by. If we women want to do some sadistic cock and ball torture, even if it’s during cbt phone sex, then it’s our delightful and superior right! Neener, neener, weiner-weiner! Call me now to get your first three minutes of ball crushing phone sex free.

Whenever any of you losers call me up for some degrading phone sex, you better be down on your knees. And, if you’re really into being the submissive loser that you are, you better have something like uncooked rice or sandpaper under your knees when you’re kneeling to me!

I want to hear that begging in your voice as you try to get me to pay attention to you and be merciful to you. But let me clue you in: me, merciful? Hahaha! That’ll be a cold day in hell. I’m a sadistic bitch during domination phone sex and you better get used to the idea.

Don’t entertain in your bimbo little heads that you can find a soft spot in my heart for you. There is none…period! The sooner you realize that you’re a loser who is born to serve me, the sooner you can realize your purpose in life – down at my heel! Don’t forget dork if you are a first time fetish phone sex caller your phone sex call is free.

I think it’s about time some of you ass boys give me a call and worship my nylon covered butt. My hot little Princess ass needs to be peppered with kisses all over. You can then smell your way through the sweaty nylon and into my ass crack. That’s where you’ll find your meaning of life, ass freak! Just call me up for some domination phone sex, shut your eyes, and listen as I take you into an erotic humiliation journey of my sweaty nylons. I know how you already love to watch me cross my legs. You want to rub your hands up and down my sexy long legs. I bet you wish you could get between my crossed legs and sniff my pantyhose panel.

I love listening to you wank your pathetic penis as you stick your tongue out, hoping for a taste of my ass. I love listening to you spurt your ick man cum as you think about such a humiliating thing. It means I’ve broken you down into the pathetic puppet you really are for Princess.