Mistress Rhianna’s Dark Dungeon of Desire Phonesex

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His eyes opened … groggy … tired … don’t pass out damn you, don’t pass out! Shaking his head hard, dislodging the cobwebs. Throat dry, drier than it’s ever been, the taste in his mouth bitter. Darkness surrounded him. He tried calling out, but no words sounded.
And then … clicking, he heard a clicking.  Louder now. Stiletto heels on a floor! Something was approaching him, someone … Out of nowhere powerful lamps were ignited from above bathing the room in a deep red light. Looking down at himself, he was naked and bound upright on some sort of examining table. A figure emerged. A girl … a woman … a vision in leather … pale skin … blonde hair worn in a wild mane. She spoke: “Mr. Boden, there is an adage you must learn to adopt … … that with pleasure comes pain and with pain comes pleasure.”

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When Man Eaters Attack Phonesex-The Finale!

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Jeff was sitting alone at the bar, his expression a mixture of angst and fear. His hair was disheveled and it looked like he hadn’t shaved in a few days. “A seltzer with a slice of fresh lemon” I said to the bartender taking a seat next to my pigeon. Jeff looked over at me not saying a word. “Not in the mood to talk huh Jeff?”

My drink came and I said to the bartender, “Thanks lover, put it on Silent Sam’s tab over here okay?” I took a sip, it was cold and crisp. “The pause that refreshes right Jeff? What are you having, something nice and feminine like a Strawberry Daiquiri?” He didn’t seem amused.
“You can’t get away with this,” Jeff said. “This is like a damn shake down!” Letting a little laugh slip out, I said, “Actually Jeff, that’s exactly what it is. And I can and will get what I want. You see I always get what I want.” I took another sip of my drink. “Face it girlfriend, I own you.”

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When Man Eaters Attack: The Cross Dresser Phone Sex Part 3

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“What the hell,” Jeff said out loud as he sat at his computer trying to log into his Facebook. He knew he didn’t mistype. He entered his password again. Still nothing. Strange, he thought. Oh well he’d have to reset the password, no big deal. He selected a new password, “silkybottom12″ and pressed the enter key. All set. When his page opened he was shocked to see that unbeknownst to him a new album had been created, it was titled “The Real Jeff,” and it was filled with the pictures of himself in women’s clothing, from sexy silk slips to cocktail dresses, high heels, bras and panties and everything in between. “Oh fuck,” he said, panicking, but quickly calmed down when he realized that whomever had taken control of his FB had set the album to “private.” Deleting the album, he clicked on his “Activity Log” to see if anything else untoward had been done to his profile.

And there was, his contact number had been changed! WTF was going on??!

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When Maneaters Attack: The Cross-Dresser Phonesex

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Jeff Thompson was on a high, he barely had any sleep in him but it didn’t matter. He was up bright and early at 6 am, showered, shaved, a cup of coffee and a healthy breakfast, for once. This was a turning point, and Tom knew it, the previous day he had actually done it, actually wore pantyhose outside, in a public place. Okay, nobody around him suspected anything, but Jeff was cool with baby-steps. Rome wasn’t built in a day. It had been three weeks now since Tom had mustered up the courage and joined an online social network aimed at the fetish community at large. He wasn’t on there for a hook-up, no way… he was engaged and happily so, for the most part, he just wanted to talk, have some fellowship with some like-minded people. And of course to learn. Learn about his fetish and ultimately learn about himself. His entire adult life, he had struggled to know why. Why he felt the desire to adorn himself in women’s undergarments, why he felt the need, the longing with see his body hugged in tight skirts and flowing dresses. He wasn’t gay, that he knew for sure. He had no interest in other men, he was always attracted to women. To him this wasn’t sexual, but sensual.

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