Mistress Rhianna’s Panty Slave Phone Sex

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“Come closer … closer,” I said in a sultry whisper. My creamy thighs parted exposing the silky soft black La Perla panties that covered my sweet, yet savory little honey pot.

“Close your eyes, let my scent wash over you.”

Oh Goddess, yes, you smell wonderful,” he exclaimed from where he knelt on the floor before me.

My hands exploring my body now, delicate fingers caressing, my juices flowing. “Do you see that little wet spot? That’s for you, that’s all for you.”

He was breathing hard now, pulsating with desire. “Do you want to touch me?” I said, swaying provocatively before him and without waiting for a reply I continued “Of course you do. But remember, touching the Goddess is not allowed …” 

He let out a sigh.

” I MAY let you cum but then again, I may not. I am a creature of my whims.”

“Yes, Goddess,” he said. “But I really really hope you let me cum for you!”

“Well maybe I will but only if you can prove to me that you can be a  very very good little panty slave.” 

Attending “Game Night” has its advantages. Apart from being loads of fun, the first prize winner gets a free call with the lady of his choice. Last weeks winner was a community regular who uses the handle “Mister Silk,” and he totally ran the board as the bookies in Vegas say.

After being awarded his prize, he chose, and I say this with all the modesty I can muster, wisely.

He chose me. 

While reclining in my boudoir, sipping a glass of champagne, my luscious body clad in a diaphanous backless negligee, four inch heels adorning my perfect feet, he called and his fantasy began to unfold….

He knelt before me and said “I live to worship you Goddess.”

Yes, I am a Goddess! In fact, it honestly wouldn’t surprise me to find out that I was a progeny of Aphrodite!  Since before I came of age, wherever I was, whomever I was with, the seas would part … men … women, it didn’t matter, all eyes were on me. It’s uncanny really…

Mister Silk was proving himself to be a worthy slave, so when he begged, I rewarded him by allowing him to crawl toward me, his face to come within inches of my succulent silk panty attired pussy, inhaling my scent, which is not unlike sweet ambrosia. Yes, Mister Silk was a worthy panty slave, and worthy slaves get rewarded!

“Reach into your collection” I said.  “Yes, your collection of women’s panties, no need to be shy around your Goddess. I know you have them.”

“Yes Goddess,” he said, panting now in anticipation.

“You may put them on now, slave,” I said sweetly.

 “Do you like the feeling of those silky panties? Yes, of course you do! Now, because you’ve been such a good little slave, I’m going to let you give me a cumtribute.  Yes that’s it, you may now stroke that cock!” 

“Thank you, Goddess Rhianna, I live to worship you!”

“Now faster! That’s it! Let yourself go, stroke that cock and let all your desires explode to the sound of my voice!” 

He climaxed with an intense shudder and a moan, thanking his Goddess for being so benevolent.

After we said our farewells, I lay there, a light perspiration had built up on my forehead. I found myself reliving our call, imagining his face at my cunt … getting nearer and nearer …

 I reached for my vibrator.

Goddesses can give THEMSELVES rewards simply for being so… DIVINE.

 

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