Men. You’re such a pitiful bunch. All I hear from you is your whiney pathetic bullshit. My wife doesn’t do this, or she did that to me. She doesn’t do what I like, she doesn’t do what I tell her to. Wah wah wah. Do you think I feel sorry for you? Nope, sure don’t. What I feel is irritation. And when I’m irritated you are my whipping boy. I may or may not mean that literally. Sure I can get you to whack yourself with something during bratty domme phone sex, but I can do a much better job with my sharp tongue. Now don’t go getting excited tiger, I’d never use my tongue to give a loser like you any pleasure. I mean a psychological beat down; a friendly reminder that you are a piece of shit. It’s funny, you came to me because she doesn’t respect you, and neither do I. Don’t hate the player, lol.
I’m pretty sure you’re hoping that you’ll be able to woo me over. Praying that I’ll see something in you that no one else can or maybe even show you a little mercy. All I can say is good luck! That’s an ambitious little fantasy you got going there, but back in reality I’m laughing my ass off at you. What? Did you think bratty domme phone sex was going to be sunshine and rainbows? I guess a loser always hopes against hope.
Instead, you’re going to tell me all your pathetic loser fantasies so I can have something to giggle about. And you’re going to beg me to be nice to you. And you’re going to sit quietly and wait until I’m ready to let you speak to me. Oh, and a shout out to you fuckers who call for bratty domme phone sex, can’t take the heat, and hang up on me. You’re my favorite. You really make my day because it shows how fucking weak you are. I mean, you already know it but isn’t it a nice reinforcement? Haha.
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