Mistress Jasmine’s JOI for Useless Losers Phonesex

MISTRESS JASMINE 1-844-332-2639 x 262

Could you be any more of of a useless loser? You sit there with that pathetic excuse for a cock in hand, helpless, vulnerable, but oh so aroused–moving only if I allow. Stroke it now, that’s it, stroke it at my command–and now STOP– and EDGE EDGE EDGE. That’s right, you feeble little worm. Stay right there on that edge. And then we go again. Stroke that absurd cock while I laugh at how you are so sad that you have to call me to tell you how to stroke it and then pay me to tell you you cannot come until I tell you you can! And that is if I tell you because I am a capricious creature and part of my charm is that you never know what fresh agony and humiliation I have in store for you. I especially like watching you on Skype because then I can even more mercilessly mock your inadequacy because I actually see you though believe me, it is not a pretty sight. But it does amuse me rather.

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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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Pray For More Phonesex

RHIANNA 1-844-332-2639 x 253 

You are in the classroom. Though you are surrounded by your chattering classmates, you feel alone and the silence is deafening. Torturous. Your mind is wandering in different directions. Am I gonna get suspended? Will my parents be called? What will my friends think? Yes, what will they think, your parents, your friends…especially your friends! You’ll be a pariah, cast out from your precious cliques, your social status ripped to shreds. Your formative years spent dateless and alone. The title of pervert forever hanging around your neck. The scarlet P!

I hold the strings, and I alone. You wither or flourish at my command. My word is gospel at this school. And as you know, I am a sadist.

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