Sloane’s Sissy Femdom Phone Sex
Sloane’s Sissy Femdom Phone Sex
Tonight I make you pretty.
You thought you were calling for a whisper. You were right. But baby, the whisper comes with instructions. “Take off your shirt,” I tell you soft and slow, and you obey. But I’m not finished—my favorite part is watching you transform for me. I want stockings. I want lace. I want the way your voice trembles when you tuck the fabric around trembling thighs and practice the little curtsies you think make you feminine. This is sissy femdom phone sex, and it’s all about the ceremony.
I make you stand, and I tell you what to wear. “Stockings first,” I order, the word a silk lash. “Thigh highs. Roll them up slow—nice and even. Don’t be messy. Make it pretty for me.” Your hands fumble, obedient and clumsy in the best way, and I can hear your breath as the elastic settles against your skin.
“Now a skirt,” I continue. “A little flounce. Walk for me—spin if you need to. Do it slower. Let me see how serious you are.” The way you comply, voice high at the edges, is exactly the confession I wanted: you want this. You want the role, the ritual, the gentle, humiliating adoration that makes your heart hammer and your hands shake.
“Good sissy. You look so lovely when you try. Stay like that and listen—only speak when I say your safe word.”
I name your posture, your cadence, the tiny, ridiculous sounds you don’t know you make. I tell you where to stand in the room, how to tilt your head, how to cross your legs just so. You say apologies, whimpers, tiny excuses—none of it matters. I’ve already decided what tonight will be: obedience wrapped in velvet, punishment wrapped in praise.
“Now tell me why you dressed,” I instruct. Your answer is messy, honest: because you wanted to be pretty for me, because you like feeling small and looked after. I savor the confession. “Good,” I murmur. “Now kneel.” And when you do—sissy and shining— my voice becomes the only thing that matters.
When I guide you through pleasure, every command is a blessing. I count out your breaths, give you tasks between shivers, and make you beg in the prettiest way. The point of sissy femdom phone sex isn’t to break you—it’s to remold you, to make you a prettier, more obedient version of yourself, and to enjoy the power humming in the space between us.
Consent reminder: This play is sensual, consensual, and negotiated by your call. Use your safe word, breathe, and never push beyond boundaries.
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Mistress Roleplay: A Velvet Lesson
The room hummed with quiet shadows, a hush that trembled whenever my heels kissed the floor. I didn’t rush; I let anticipation bloom—slow and thorned—until the air itself seemed to hold its breath for you. “Eyes up,” I said, soft as silk, sharp as a secret. You obeyed. Of course you did.
I circled you like a slow-burn hymn, every step a yes you hadn’t earned yet. My blue leather caught the light—just a whisper—then vanished back into the dark. “You came here for mistress roleplay,” I murmured, a velvet ribbon of sound around your throat. “So play.”
I didn’t touch. Not yet. I let the distance do the work—let the ache unfurl and find its own gravity. Command isn’t always thunder; sometimes it’s the pause before the storm. “Good,” I breathed, watching patience turn you pliant. “Better,” when you held still for the promise of what I hadn’t offered. Best, when you realized I was both test and reward.
“Control is a love language. Tonight, I speak it fluently—and you answer in shivers.”
I drew a black silk ribbon across my palm—slow, deliberate, teasing the outline of a fate you wanted me to write. A smile ghosted my mouth. When I finally came close, it was with the soft tyranny of someone who always gets her way. “Now,” I said, and the word was a key turning. Your breath hitched. Mine didn’t.
There, in the hush between order and indulgence, I gave you what I’d promised without saying it: a lesson wrapped in velvet, sealed in blue, signed Sloane DeVille.
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