The Case of the Curious Clitoris Phonesex-Chapter 1

Goddess Rhianna 1-844-332-2639 x 253

“You have to relax now,” Rhianna said, her voice soft, yet commanding. “I’m going to insert two fingers.” Instinctively I dripped some warming lubricant onto her perfectly manicured fingers. “Give yourself to me,” she said. “I will have you. I. Will. Have. You.”

I watched as her fingers slowly massaged the clit of her latest client Maddy Lang, who Rhi affectionately nicknamed “Madame Curious Clit,” before entering her tight wet cunt. “How does that feel,” she asked. Her question was met with a groan of ecstasy. Naked from the waist down, perfect tits on display and kneeling between Maddy’s creamy thighs, Rhi said, “I’m going to kiss it now.”


With her eyes clenched tight, Maddy Lang, aged twenty-three, hair medium brown, height five-foot-three, bra size 34-C, uttered the words – “Yes. Oh fuck yes! I need your mouth, Goddess, I need it!”

Rhi’s head moved down, her lips parted and her tongue drew forward. Light licks and kisses were administered all along and around her clit before her full lips engulfed the very center of her womanhood sending a shock wave of pleasure throughout her entire body. 

Maddy screamed, “Oh Goddess , yes! I’m about to … I’m about to … “…

In many ways I Emma Haven am the luckiest sissy slut in the world. Serving as the personal assistant and close confident to the premiere fetish queen on the West-Coast Rhianna Knight is definitely the stuff a slut’s dreams are made of and I know there are many folks in the vast fetish community who would give or do almost anything to be standing in my five-inch heeled Louboutin’s. Point being, I have zero right to complain, but hey sometimes bitches gotta vent!

As one would expect, every week Rhi’s inbox and P.O. box bursts at the seems with fan mail complete with prose, sometimes crude but other times flowery offering praise and undying allegiance to their Mistress. Many members of “Rhianation” send wonderful pressies as tribute to the Goddess they so dutiful serve. Oh and of course, the occasional marriage proposal thrown in for good measure. In keeping with the spirit of candor, said propositions of wedded bliss usually end up lining her ashtrays. Ahem …

Where was I going with all this? Oh yeah, I got it now!

Take a wild guess whose job it is to sort out all the mail, answer questions, send autographed photos, and blah-biddy, blah, blah? If you answered the hottest platinum blonde cock-crazed bad bitch with a wicked fashion sense and the initials E.H you get a gold dildo pendent to wear proudly on your lapel. If you answered something else, you are hopelessly daft.

Anyway, it’s a pretty thankless duty, so you can imagine the excitement I felt when I saw a letter sent to the Pleasure Palace addressed to me. They like me, I thought, they really, really like me! The letter read as follows:

Dear Emma,

I really enjoy reading about all the exploits at the Pleasure Palace. Your sense of humor and willingness to lay your kinks and those of others bare is nothing less than refreshing.

This is a person that knows the score! Flattery gets you everywhere.

The letter continued:

There is one question about Rhianna I have been itching to to ask … 

Bang, bang, he shot me down. Bang bang I hit the ground. It is always Rhianna, Rhianna, Rhianna.

It concluded:

… does she cater to any female clientele? Asking for a friend.

Yours,
Slave4Rhianna. 

The answer to that question is a resounding yes.

Given the nature of Rhianna’s business the majority of her slaves are in fact male, or at least male by birth, but she does have a small roster of lady clients. One such woman is the subject of our latest tale of deviance and debauchery.

Now that this lengthy, but necessary introduction is complete, let us begin. The time: Last Month. The setting: The office of Rhianna Knight. 

“I’ve tried it all,” Maddy said crossing her legs demurely at the ankles as she sipped her second cup of espresso. “Big cocks, little cocks, average cocks. White cocks, black cocks, mixed cocks, Asian cocks, I even once took on three cocks at the same time.”

“Well sure,” I interjected, “cocks are like potato chips. You can’t eat just one!”

Maddy acknowledged me with a nod and a smile, while Rhi reclined back in her leather chair, all business and asked her perspective client, “And you’ve never had an orgasm?”

“No. Not ever.”

“Curious,” Rhi said. “Curious.”

“Even masturbating, it just never happened.”

“You’ve tried vibrators and dildos?”

“Yes, yes of course.”

“Hmm,” Rhianna said softly, almost to herself and lit up a cigarette.

“You’re my last hope Mistress Rhianna,” Maddy pleaded. “Do you think you can help me?”

Rhi was silent and for what seemed like an eternity she starred blankly at the ceiling letting streams ofcigarette smoke escape trough her nostrils. She then sat forward and said “I know I can help you. You’ve been touched before, yes, but you’ve never been touched by me.” 

To Be Continued next week in “The Case of the Curious Clitoris, Chapter 2.” Same Rhi time. Same Rhi channel.

 

Mistress Rhianna 1-844-332-2639 x 253

http://www.phonesexcandy.com/rhianna/

http://www.phonesexcandy.com/rhianna/

 

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