Sissy Phone Sex

 

For those of you who love sissy phone sex, let me tell you about last week. I met him at the gym, the kind where the place feels half-empty and the air smells like rubber mats and sweat. He was smaller than me, always keeping his eyes down when we passed each other near the free weights. One day I caught him staring a second too long in the mirror, and that was enough. I told him to meet me in the locker room after his workout.

He showed up nervous, towel clutched around his waist, cheeks already pink. I didn't waste time. I told him to drop the towel and stand still while I looked him over. His cock twitched under my stare, and I smirked. "From now on, you're going to do exactly what I say," I told him. He nodded without a word.

First lesson was simple. I had him kneel on the cold tile, hands behind his back, and open his mouth. I fed him my cock slowly, watching his eyes water as I pushed deeper. He gagged but didn't pull away. When I pulled out, spit ran down his chin, and I told him to lick it up. He did, tongue flicking over his lips like he was already learning.

Next session I brought a pair of pink panties from the store. I made him strip in my living room and step into them, the lace stretching tight over his hardening cock. I had him walk back and forth while I watched, correcting his posture until his hips swayed the way I wanted. Every time he hesitated, I gave his ass a sharp slap to remind him who was in charge.

By the third week, he was shaving his legs at my instruction, sending me photos from the bathroom to prove he'd done it right. I started making him practice sucking on a dildo while I sat across from him, giving directions like it was a class. "Slower. Use your tongue more. Look up at me." His eyes stayed locked on mine the whole time, eager and scared at once.

Last night I finally let him cum, but only after he begged for twenty minutes while riding that same dildo. I stood over him, fully dressed, and told him he could touch himself only when I gave permission. When he finally spilled into those pink panties, I made him scoop it up with his fingers and lick them clean. He thanked me without being told.

He's getting better every time. Still timid, still shaky, but he's learning fast what it means to belong to someone who knows exactly how to use him.

It's time for all gay phone sex lovers who can't get enough of sissy phone sex to pick up the phone and call now. Let's see how much you can take!