An Open Letter To Miss Stanford Phonesex

FEMINIZATION MISTRESS RHIANNA 1-844-332-2639 x 253

Dear Miss Stanford,

You are ready. You are ready to leave behind your former false identity as a man and embrace your true identity as a woman. You are ready to wear a lacy bra, pantyhose and high heels every day. You are ready to be eye candy for men, to be the object of their desire, to provoke the masculine response in them that you will never again feel with that appendage safely constricted within that tight pantie girdle. You are ready for your soon to be ex-wife to see you dressed up as a woman. You are ready to feel the humiliation of wearing a bra in front of her….

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Forced To Become Woman You Are Phonesex

MISTRESS JASMINE 1-844-332-2639 ext 262

Enough, it is too much, I thought to myself. I was not going to allow you to continue living a lie. It is not fair to your wife for one thing. She deserves a REAL MAN, not a transgender posing as one. So it was time to act.

I kidnapped her and took her to secret place and then I summoned you and told you if you wanted her to leave alive, you would do exactly as I told you. It is for your own good, darling. You know this. I am always so very “supportive” of your need to become a woman. So I tied her to a chair and gagged her with pantyhose so she could not speak and said: “Repeat after me, Aaron and look her in the eye, yes LOOK HER IN THE EYE as you say these words ‘Samantha, I want to live as a woman‘”.

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A Woman Like You Phonesex

JASMINE 1-844-332-2639 ext 262

I told you that I would take you back to that horrible little village in Belarus from whence I came. You did not quite believe I was in earnest. But remember, darling, I never make a promise that I do not keep. I told you what  real men would think of you, did I not? Yes. You cannot say I did not warn you of the humiliation you would surely suffer at their brutish hands. But then again, we both know you enjoy this. And so begins the mind games. And let the games begin.

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Sophia and Her Games Phone Sex – Pt. 1

Aurora x 1-844-332-2639 EXT. 256

“Hey Girlfriend.” I see pop up on my screen as soon as I log in to work. I know as you type, chatting it away with me you are sitting there, dressed up in your women clothes, especially your favorite pantyhose.

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Forced Femme Week In College Phone Sex

Aurora x 1-844-332-2639 EXT. 256

The summer before I started college, my father decided to change jobs and uproot the family to a city far away.  I had always been shy, and the few friendships I had managed to cultivate were no more.  I had no idea how I was going to cope.

Once school began, I discovered that things were going to be worse than imagined.  You see, one of the ways my small circle of friends and I bonded was to dress up for school.  While the other girls were mostly casual, we always wore nice skirts and blouses or dresses, complete with pantyhose and low heels.  Sometimes we’d go even more retro with panty girdles and pearls.  But when I showed up for the first day of school looking my best, I discovered that not one of the other girls even made an effort.  They would tease me by calling me “princess” or “office girl” or “secretary”, or pretend I was an airline stewardess: “Miss, could you please bring me a blanket?”

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*Turning You Into Sissy Sophia Phone Sex Part 1*

I want to play a game? It involves you listening to everything I say. I am a bratty bitch and I am determined to force you to be the perfect sissy, my perfect sissy. We will call you Sophia. I know you said you do not want anyone to know about “Sophia” but in the end everyone will know.

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When Man Eaters Attack Phonesex-The Finale!

Rhianna 844-332-2639 ext. 253

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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