~ I Will Take You and Your Soul ~
Religious Blasphemy Phone Sex was the very last thing on my mind as I descended the long winding staircase until I got to the bottom floor, pulled open the heavy wooden door and stepped through the passage way. She was sprawled out on the cold slate floor and her young phone sex voice sounded so innocent. Why, she was just a very young woman, almost childlike with her long blond teen hair, as she looked up at me, like a wounded bird.
Her crystalline blue eyes seemed for a moment, to plead with mine and suddenly they turned dark and tangibly cold as I offered her my hand, to help her up off that cold hard floor. Her porcelain skin was exquisite against my tanned hands. Thanking me, she told me that she’d just bought these new black leather fetish phone sex boots with sterling silver heels, but they were set slightly differently than many other stiletto heels that she was used to. She misstepped and twisted her ankle mildly, just before I got to the bottom of the stairs.
The fact of the matter was, I had booked an appointment with a phone sex Dominatrix who had her dungeon in this building. I was holding her beautifully manicured hand as we spoke before I realized she was who I had booked my appointment with. I was excited, as it was to be an over night session and we broke the ice with small talk and jokes as she lead the way into her large bottom floor apartment and dungeon. Her smoothly curved body was delicately encased in a filmy, loose fitting white tunic.
Suddenly, she wheeled around in her fetish phone sex, oily black leather and sterling silver heeled boots, facing me, she pointed to the slate tiled floor. Like a stunned bunny, I looked at her quizically when suddenly I felt electricity coursing through my body. I screeched and hollered at the pain as I crumpled to the floor. Our arrogant young Priestess of Extreme Fetish Phone Sex glared at me as I took in her silver heeled boots, her exquisite white tunic, and strange, blocky yet ornate looking silver cross slung from her neck. Priestess Eve, known to be the Mistress of phone sex, strode towards me, wrapped a long fingered hand around my throat and casually hoisted me up, before slamming me against the wall. Her other hand cupped my balls and began to squeeze as she instructed me to open my mouth. I obediently opened my mouth on her command, she mumbled something in Latin, spat into my mouth and planted her heavenly pink twisted fetish phone sex lips against mine.
I literally swooned as her sweet jasmine scent as well as her warm breath filling my lungs while her hot moist tongue slowly slid down my throat. Overwhelmed by this Goddess of the damned, I decided it would be best to just ride out my session with her and let her have her way with my body; safer that way. I felt like I was going to either die or vomit when her tongue plunged down my esophagus and into my stomach. I gasped like a drowning man when she withdrew her insane Religious blasphemy phone sex tongue from my throat and my gaping mouth. She let me drop like a sack of potatoes as she slowly walked away from me, her limp having disappeared now.
*Laughing crazily* She twirled her fingers around while holding her hand up in the air. Suddenly I swirled around on the floor by forces completely unseen. The upraised hand flicked a finger forward and I slid across the big slate tiled gallery, through a set of double doors, across the floor of the femdom phone sex dungeon and thumped to a stop in front of a heavy wooden cross that was bolted to the floor. Torches eerily flickered their strange light in the high ceiling auditorium sized room. Dizzy and scared now, all I could do was gawk at the exquisite, porcelain skinned young woman in the white tunic, hands still upraised as her silky young phone sex voice beckoned me to kneel and pray to her as my new Priestess and maker. I knelt and I prayed, I know not what or why, for I did not recognize my own spoken tongue. She laughed so darkly.
Gliding towards me on long legs, her firm round tits barely jiggled under the thin white fabric, her silver ornamental cross glinting in the light of unholy fire. She pinned me with her dark blue eyed gaze, held up a small electronic tablet and suddenly without warning, both my hands darted out and started typing out my bank account passwords and entering numbers I did not recognize. My entire life’s savings including my precious, massive inheritance account with just over one million dollars in it, emptied into thin cyber air. I cried like a little baby as my Priestess Eden held me in her arms. My emotions and my thoughts were so muddled that I just melted into her arms like a puddle of butter. Erotic domination was a gross understatement as to what just happened here.
Crumpled up on the floor in a hopeless heap, I vaguely heard the words, “Strip, present your ass to me and pray”, when suddenly she screamed and laughed insanely, loudly shrieking as my clothes became tatters as they blew off of my pathetic, over weight form. Priestess looked down at my bent position, almost like a Virgin Mary, as her sweet lovely youthful hands ever so gently cupped her breasts under her tunic. Perfect, round tits and CBT phone sex with their puffy pink nipples became so aroused as her long fingers manipulated them. Flawless nail tips squeezed pink hard nipples as the seductive tease drew me deeper and deeper into utter surrender. Even as my eyes adjusted to the low lighting of the blasphemous phone sex chamber, noticing an obscenely massive strapon in it’s harness, hugging Priestess Eden’s subtly curved hips.
I caught dark flickering glimpses of myself kneeling and bent forward with my face on the cold tiled floor and my submissive ass cheeks up in the air. My heart hammered at the sight of this ungodly, beautiful bird-like woman with her oily black, sterling silver heeled domination phone sex boots, her soft white tunic, her ornate silver Gothic cross, and her satanically huge curved, black phallus jutting upwards. The introduction was brief, and the greasy black knob spread my clenching brown star open like an obscene flower from hell. My entire lower body stretched apart in order to accommodate this monolithic huge cock of proportions I have never seen before, as my maker took me as her own. I hung impaled on her girth as she laughed and I wailed obscenities I have never heard of before. I cried, I begged for forgiveness, I prayed, and my guts sprayed out of my ruptured strapon phone sex bottom. I died.
You all probably think I’m crazy or something. Well this happened to me over 2 years ago and I like it out here, living on the streets. My home is where I roam. My lifes belongings are now all in my shopping cart. I find refuge in my bottle and still cry in my sleep, under the bridge. Extreme Fetish Phone Sex with the Priestess Eden? Don’t go there unless you want to join me on the streets…….
