You might spend all day being the boss. That changes when you’re with me. I am your Princess, and I demand respect and honor. I want you to prove to me how much you love me. You can prove it one task at a time. If you were here I would have you cleaning my house, washing my clothes and worshiping my feet. That is how it would start. Of course it’s hard to keep the kitchen floor clean with someone dribbling fruit juice on the floor and counters while you’re running the vacuum elsewhere. I will create the amount of work that I want you to perform for me. You are my toy, my slave. I’m the wicked girl of your bratty domme phone sex fantasies. I’m the bitch you can’t resist, even if it breaks you. You’re going to break yourself for me, for my amusement and pleasure.
You can’t possibly satisfy me and my endless sadistic needs. I want to hear you groan and whimper from the pain of the chores I give you. I want to hear your discomfort when I make you kneel on beads. I want to make sure you know I own you. You’ve dreamed of a woman taking over you like that. You’ve dreamed and fantasized about a sexy domme that would take ownership over you. You crave to be owned. I will take your bratty domme phone sex to the next level and make you mine. Have you ever been truly owned? You always wimp out, huh? Not with me. Failure isn’t an option. Your entire existence and purpose is about making my life better in any way that you can. You will obey my every command. You are going to suffer so well for me. I can’t wait to hear.
