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...