This is an unlikely story of humiliation phone sex. We had been planning his homecoming for months, bantering back and forth online while he was stationed in Afghanistan. He was, for all intents and purposes, a “man’s man.” The All-American soldier, primary ‘bread winner,’ car enthusiast, football lover, and he believed in fighting for all he loved.
He was full of pride, yet with the bat of my eyelashes would become a submissive toy. Of course, no one ever knew this about us, as we kept our life very private from the world. It was our own personal, dirty secret.
I had long-awaited, and searched for, the one who would truly submit to me, my will, and all of my erotic desires in their kinky entirety. I mean, I suppose you could call me a natural Dominant. Perhaps I had been destined to become a mean and strict Mistress.
After all, I had spent years relishing the humiliation of various boyfriends. I yearned for someone who would not just submit to my ideas of erotic humiliation, but would crave them secretly. I was in desperate need of an outlet for my sometimes intense humiliation scenarios and for my occasional Sadistic needs. There was no denying that I had become a humiliatrix.
He had been plumbing the depths of internet fetish sites. So desperate was he, that he willing let his money do the talking, in order to find the perfect humiliation Mistress. His desires were “unacceptable” by societal standards. If others, beyond his Mistress, knew of the things he did secretly, behind locked doors and closed blinds, their opinion of him would have plummeted immediately.
He craved a strict mistress for a lifetime of erotic humiliation and micromanagement. He could not deny that he wanted to become a humiliation slave.
It must have been some great cosmic alignment in the universe that finally brought us together. We were the perfect pair. He wasn’t like the other “slaves” I had before him. He was genuine. My soldier relished every bit of the humiliation I could dish out and then he begged for more. He couldn’t get enough. Which only drove my desires deeper and into darker and darker places.
We had started off just chatting casually. But as things got more and more serious and, of course, as his sexual frustrations started to build, things started to get more and more heated on the phone. It got to the point where he started sneaking around, while all of his fellow soldiers slept, to talk to me.
This made things particularly fun for me, since I knew exactly how easy it would be to have humiliation phone sex with him, right there, where he sat. I would sit for hours teasing him, then denying him the much sought-after orgasm.
It was audible through just his voice when we talked. I could always tell the exact moment that I had put him into a headspace where I could humiliate him and push him further. I would whisper naughty, kinky things into his ear while he held his breath, trying so hard to not stroke himself in the same room as his sleeping comrades. This was only the beginning of our adventures in phone humiliation.
He was slowly, but surely, transforming into my own personal humiliation slave and sissy boy. You could hear the embarrassment in the tone of his voice as I whispered potential scenarios we would explore when he got home. I told him how I planned on slipping panties and a bra into his pocket when he landed. Then whispering for him to put them on under his uniform before we even left the airport. I was excited to see the look on his face as he stepped out, still clad in his rugged uniform and a faux smirk of military pride.
I am not entirely sure that he knew exactly what he was getting into with a humiliation phone sex Mistress, such as myself. Perhaps, during his flight home, he had forgotten all of the stories I whispered into his ear of humiliation and punishment for misbehavior! Maybe, just maybe, he had thought it was all a ruse and some elaborate, kinky roleplay phone sex.
This is just the beginning of our story together. In fact, the juiciest parts of the story happen once he finally landed and walked up to me in the terminal. This is when he would come to find out that he had truly landed his dream strict Mistress. And his darkest nightmare, all at once. Phone humiliation would seem so mild compared to the erotic humiliation that he would now be subjected to. Over and over again.