I think I’m so good at femdom phone sex because I’m pretty accustomed to bossing everyone around on a daily basis. There’s no doubt about who runs our household. I wear the pants in my family, anyone who doesn’t listen to me has a tough lesson to learn. My man is good about toeing the line and complying with my commands, irrational as they may be. My girls, however, well they’re another story.
I won’t talk shit on them, they’re usually pretty good. Every so often, one of my brown little bimbos forgets to whom she’s speaking and gets sassy with me. I don’t tolerate back talk and I certainly won’t stand for being yelled at by my offspring so when they get out of pocket and raise their voice at me, I put a stop to it really quickly. Once the high pitched, shrill screaming starts, my mommy domme comes out.
They usually complain about how I never take them seriously or treat them like adults. Sometimes they throw their dad under the bus and bitch about how he’s a milksop of a man and that really pisses me off. No one calls my husband a cuck except for me and whichever random wife fucking freak I have filling me with dick as he sits and watches us. Period. I especially won’t take that shit from his own daughters.
I have no problem with bending my girls over and spanking their butts, I’ll slap their bare cheeks until they’re bright red just because it’s fun. That’s no punishment for my prissy pre-adults. To get them to listen, I have to bust out a vibrator and vigorously violate their not so innocent holes. I ram it in hard and deep until their disrespectful, insolent tone turns into moans and groans of acquiescence. I don’t let them cum while I’m punishing them, I only give them the rough stuff and bring them right to the edge of orgasm. They can finish themselves off after I send them to their room if they want. They won’t be doing it during my domination phone sex punishment, that’s for sure.
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