Punishments can be so entertaining. Especially when I am punishing a wanker. Apparently there has been a guy completely obsessing and drooling over my photos here on Phone Sex Brats for about three weeks. He was petrified to actually call me. Too afraid that he would be even more enamored with me if he heard my voice, too afraid to get addicted. He finally got up enough courage to call me last week, twice actually. The second time though is when he got punished. He kept saying he would do anything, ANYTHING to prove to me that he was completely smitten with me. So I had him jerk his dick off into his face. Here is the funny part, get ready! He shot his cum into his mouth. Then five minutes of coughing and gagging commenced. I couldn’t stop laughing. Wank away to my pics and get punished for not being brave enough to call Princess Melanie. Pathetic little wanker boy knows that now all too well.

Yes I do have a life. I don’t always sit around at home waiting for the phone to ring. I do in fact go out! Last night was such a night. My boyfriend benefited from the money that you all drop on me as well as gifts. So there I was in short strapy red dress with matching red strapy sandals. The outfit really accentuated my ass and tits of course.

I was laughing when we went out the door because prior to last night I had a call from a guy that asked if I loved getting presents and wearing clothing that guys purchase for me to tempt my boyfriend with. Obviously I do in fact. Yet another branch off of cuckolding. If you are a wimp or a little dicked loser you need to be good for something and your cold hard cash buying me sexy outfits to turn my boyfriend on is really your place. Making your tiny dick hard as you rub it while I am out getting laid by my boyfriend knowing that I am wearing whatever it is that you purchased for me.

Do I get off on it? Yes. Does he? Even more so.

Begging has to be one of the top things on my list that is a must of all slave boys. I had a guy that called over a month ago that wanted to be my complete foot slut but got scared and ran away with his dick tucked in between his legs. I swear I am far too addictive for any slave boy to just run away. My phone rings last night and who is on the other end? The wannabe foot slut for my feet. Confessing that he attempted to run away but simply couldn’t. My voice haunted him for a month as well as the pictures of my size seven feet and my Princess toes all curled up in a pair of stockings. His task was to beg forgiveness for trying to run away and then beg to smell my feet. My feet are his new purpose in life. Should he try to run away again, I know for a fact that this little slut boy will be back. He really has no choice in the matter. I know how addictive I am and so does he. His big brain needs to stop doing the thinking and allow his little one in his dick do it for him. If he did there would be no running away from addictive Princess Melanie.

Dangers? There are dangers to phone sex with Princess Melanie? Why yes there is! What could they possibly be? Well the first one is to be totally addicted to me. I have had several customers during the past week that have said “I could listen to you for HOURS”. Good that makes my pussy wet and my bank account bigger. If you can’t please me sexually you may as well be good for something. I love it when guys become addicted to me. Of course there is another way that phone sex with me can be considered dangerous. One of my callers told me just yesterday that he has to be careful when he cums when he calls me at work. Apparently he has jizzed on his slacks and left a white streak which he had to explain to wifey. Keep telling her you spilled milk on your pants at lunch and keep calling me so you make a cummy mess! I can just imagine the flushed face saying “oh honey I spilled milk on my pants”. I got such a laugh out of that explanation. I can only imagine what panty boys say to their wives, heh.

I am on now, so it’s a matter of picking up the phone and calling Princess Melanie so we can make cummy stains on your pants and you can become 100% mesmerized by me.

I have been told time and time again that I just have one of those evil, wicked laughs that men with tiny dicks crave. Who can blame me really for laughing at a non-existent dick? It really is of no good use to any woman unless she knows exactly what pushes your buttons and “oh baby size doesn’t matter” isn’t what pushes those buttons and makes you weak now is it? No you would much rather hear how small and insignificant it really is. How you aren’t a real man. How you would never be able to satisfy a woman properly. Any guy with a tiny dick that has a girlfriend or wife should count themselves lucky because I for one wouldn’t be involved with a man that is “short of stature” in the dick department. Really the only thing that you are good for is your money, at least to me. I will ridicule you, make fun of you, humiliate you while slipping my hand in your wallet, snatching the credit card and maxing it out. Call me evil, call me wicked, call me a bitch because I am all the above and all you are is a man with tiny dick that can only dream and fantasize about being with a woman like me.

I know a lot of us get calls from slutty or frilly little sissy boys but this one puts them all to shame. When I answered the phone he said “hello this is sissy faggot” in such an oh so feminine voice. He kept answering questions with a “mmmhmm” and “uh”, like he was unable to talk. I finally figured out the nasty little sissy was sucking on a dildo during the whole call, well at least when he wasn’t talking that is. To be more exact, it sounds like he’s chewing on the dildo. He needs to learn that guys don’t like getting sucked like that. No teeth sissy boy! The funniest part of all of it was how he would argue with me that he wasn’t a sissy faggot. Ok, if you aren’t one then why are you calling yourself one? Plus I got out of him in mmhmm’s that he has track lighting, knows how to decorate, owns all of the Village People’s records and wears panties daily. He is so in denial, everyone knows he is one. If I didn’t hear him sucking on a dildo on the phone and saw him out and about I would know instantly. See if you wear women’s panties they ride up your butt crack and you have to dig them out. Men’s underwear doesn’t do that so it’s rather obvious who is actually wearing panties. Girls check it out when you are out doing whatever again; if they dig at their butt they are in fact wearing panties! Time to work and tease the hell out of all you little sissy boys in your tiny little panties.

Yes Princess Melanie likes to have her ass and feet worshiped but this one is a whole different sort of fetish that makes me laugh so hard I can’t breathe. There are some guys that want to be shrunken down to the size of, let’s say, a cockroach and then squashed. Yes that’s right, squashed. And I love it! I mean I already squash raisinette balls with my size 7 feet, it really isn’t that much different to squash the whole guy if he’s tiny. Torment you and keep you in a little cage. Feed you bread crumbs and then when you are nice and plump, put you down on the floor and let you attempt to escape me. Run around trying to hide from my feet, I don’t care, I will squash you. You are worthless after all. Princess will take care of you. Yes I am laughing yet again.

So what’s your kinky, off the wall fetish? Call me for some fetish phone sex and spill it to Princess Melanie, I promise I will literally laugh my ass off at you!

I know some of my phone sex callers will wait until their wife or girlfriend is asleep to go sneak into the bathroom or downstairs to call me and jerk their dick off but there are some that just call from the office too. That makes me wonder if they are locking their office doors before calling or if they get off on the fear factor of being possibly caught, dick in hand, at the office. I do in fact have a few boys that are so addicted to me that they simply can’t help but call while in the office. One such victim called me last week. During the call, he got called out of his office. I would have loved seeing him try to hide his obvious hard on to his coworkers, well at least if he had a decent sized dick and I really don’t know if he does in fact have a decent sized dick or not. I just like that he always calls from work and that he obsesses on me prior to calling, sitting at his desk with a major hard on while the phone calls out to him “it’s time to call Princess Melanie, you know you want her ass“. Eventually he will give in for the opportunity of having me smother his face with my nice, yummy ass.

I know your wife or girlfriend won’t do to you what I do to you. I know that you fantasize about me while you fuck her. I know that nobody makes your dick as hard as me.

I get roleplay phone sex calls all the time but I got one the other day that just blew my mind. This guy wanted me to roleplay that I was recording his call and that I would blackmail him into continually calling me and completely drain his wallet. Just goes to show that there is a fetish for everything under the sun out there and this was his fetish. I know he got off on it because he came so hard, I though my eardrum was going to burst. Of course he asked if I had a blog somewhere on the internet and I told him all about this and how I was going to tell everyone about his calls and his fetishes.

He is a complete ass worshiper! From sniffing it, to licking my butthole, to shoving his tongue up it and wiggling it around and then of course begging for my farts. Didn’t think I was going to actually put this up in this blog did you? I told you I would fart biter and I meant it. Now get your ass back on the phone so we can continue your path to ruin.

Damn do I love this! lol

Oh God did I have an absolutely awesome weekend taking phone sex calls for phone sex brats! I even have yet another addicted slave boy like putty in my hands. He was on the phone with me forever late Saturday night and then early Sunday morning. Calling again and again and again.

Every time I picked up my phone there was addicted slave boy telling me how much he couldn’t get enough of my voice, how he was going to take care of me the way I should be taken care of, how he simply couldn’t get enough of my laugh.

It was easy to fucking laugh at him because he was so pathetic. All he did was beg and whimper and I swear the man was crying! Seriously crying like a little bitch boy. He thinks he’s crying now, just wait until he gets his credit card statement he will really be crying then and want me even more. God do I love making all of you totally 100% addicted to every inch of me. My body, my voice, my twisted mind, all of it.