Oh, it’s been a while since I’ve gotten to unleash my Dominant, harsh side. Generally, I use Femdom phone sex as a way to quiet a beast, if you will. Through and through, I am what most people classify as Masochist because I get quite a bit of personal pleasure from inflicting pain upon others. Something to keep in mind that not all pain is physical. In fact, the most exquisite, satisfying, pain is something that happens in the body’s most sexy organ - the brain. Mmm. However, I’m getting ahead of myself, aren’t I? Shall we begin the degradation? 

A good little bitch knows their place, and in my presence, the bitch must be without clothing. This is not optional - it is an order! Take every single stitch of clothing from your pathetic body. From socks, to underwear, everything must go. When that very simple task is completed, it’s important for the bitch to fold everything properly. That’s right - crisp corners and creases. Does the bitch think I have time for imperfection?

 I like things neat and tidy, and if a bitch is mine, they will comply. 

Now that the bitch is nude, they will get on their knees. Mmm. I love seeing a man on their knees for me. It means that they understand they musn’t even attempt to show a sign of superiority, because they’ll surely be shown otherwise - and quite quickly! Whether it be with a wonderful glob of my saliva on their sweet little face, or showing them, rather forcefully, that Miss Rhiannon isn’t to be fucked with. 

Making a little bitch behave isn’t always about punishment, however.

Often, it’s about having them show me just how they’ll worship every single inch of me like the true Goddess that I am. As a Mistress, a Domina, I enjoy wearing things that make me feel powerful. I’ve found that leather does the trick very nicely, and being clad in leather boots, a skirt, and whatever top I desire, truly shows off just how formidable I can be. Isn’t there a song about how boots are made for walking? The boots that I wear are made for walking, stomping, and whatever the fuck else I want them to be.

These boots of mine are quite important to me, and little bitches should feel lucky to be told to clean them. Chest to the ground, little bitch! Yes, that’s right. Stare at the sole of my boot as it comes closer and closer to the bitch’s face. Get that tongue out, because I want my boots to shine like the mother fucking Chrysler Building. Of course, I have no trouble guiding a bitch’s tongue for them right over the crisp, leather. 

Sharp, pointed, nails are good for lots of things.

But that little whimper a bitch makes when my fingernails dig into the soft, pink, flesh of their tongue. Mmm. It’s music to this Domina’s ears. My whole body loves the sense of control I have over a little bitch. When it happens, my clit tingles, my heart soars, and I want to drool from pleasure. 

My long, sharp, nails don’t need to dig into the squishy flesh of a bitch’s tongue for too long because they know where it’s needed. That’s right - directly on the smooth leather of my boot. Mmm. I love to watch a bitch’s tongue lovingly lap right over that leather. Worship them accordingly. Show them how much they’re loved by leaving the shine of saliva all over their tops. Slurp, slurp, bitch.

Work that fucking tongue. Oh, I can extend my leg out further to give a bitch better access. Domina demands perfection, but she also makes it attainable. Get every little fucking speck from that boot, bitch. Those specks could be mud, but the bitch won’t know until it slurps them the fuck up, will it? 

Lick my fucking boots, bitch.

This isn’t for my benefit. Not at all. Pathetic pieces of shit need to know exactly where they stand with me, and it seems as if this one is learning. Oh? Did it choke? Rub its little fucking face all over the filth. Now, inhale deeply. Domina wants to hear the flare of a bitch’s nostrils as it sucks in air. Good. Smell it? Still think those little globs are mud, or are they something a bit more nasty? Let that taste linger. 

Don’t spit it out! Little bitches need to do what the Domina commands and understand that they do not have a choice in the matter. Choices disappeared when knees hit the ground. Use that fucking tongue! Savor the shit and mud and understand that Mistress loves to see a submissive suffer for their devotion. Suffering brings pain, but pain is always treated as a great sacrifice, and Domina understands.

The boots, however, aren’t done being licked and worshipped, and they never will, will they?

I hope you enjoyed this femdom phone sex blog! If it wasn’t obvious, I definitely enjoyed writing it. 

Until next time!

XoXo,

Miss Rhiannon

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