I love being a phone sex therapist. I tell men what they need to hear, but no one else has the balls to tell them, especially their wives or girlfriends. I will tell you your cock is too small. I will tell you that you are a latent homosexual. I will tell you that you belong in panties. I will tell you need sissy training because you are not meant to be a real man. I have no problem with brutal honesty. I don’t need to sugar coat anything because I don’t need anything from you nor am I financially dependent on you. That is why so many men call me. They know the truth, but need it confirmed. Guys enjoy phone sex therapy because it is cathartic to be validated. Some women think all men are dumb; I am not one of them. I think many men are very in tune with their short comings and their issues; however, it feels good when a sexy woman like myself confirms that their dick is too small to give anyone pleasure or that they were meant for sucking cock, not fucking women. Andy called me this morning about his wife. If you have your suspicions about your wife with other men and aren’t one of those people who doesn’t trust anyone, then likely she is getting cock on the side. Some tale tall signs, however, include you having a small or limp dick; lack of sex between the two of you; her spending more time on her appearance; and her being gone from the home more for any myriad of reasons. If a woman is in her 30s or older, married to a man with dick issues and not fucking him, likely she is cheating if she appears happy The older we get, the more important getting some is to us. Don’t delude yourself into thinking something else is going on. Call me and admit how turned on you get thinking about your wife with another man.
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Normally I don’t like to punish in a cruel way, sometimes you have to assert a little more discipline than normal when it comes to a stubborn individual, don’t you think? There is this guy that moved in across the street. I call him the jerkoff because he just acts like a POS. So I was walking out to get the mail and bring the garbage in, my morning thing to do. I just slip on some flip-flops and a robe, I don’t usually wear clothes around the house in the morning. So I got the mail and the turd neighbor starts giving me shit from across the street. Telling me to cover up and junk. I walked over to him, grabbed his wrist cranked it up behind his back and walked him to my house. I pushed him in thru the front door; I grabbed the restraints in the foyer table and pushed him down onto a chair. Slapping him in the face, I ask who in the hell he thinks he is. With no response I told him to get up and strip, he gave me a no way look and I grabbed him by the balls “would you like to rethink that answer?” He strips down, and lo and behold this sissy bitch is wearing panties, a garter, and stockings. I pulled his panties off his cock and slapped it, lessons for pointing out other people just to take the focus off you. I sat him back down and bound his arms while I put a nice coat of whore make up. “If I see you outside without makeup, I’ll come over to your house and put a goat milker on your cock while you sleep. Understand?” He nodded. Let’s see how long it takes the jerkoff to not comply. I did tell him on his way out the door looking all made up and pretty, that if he doesn’t play by the rules next time the makeup will come with a large ass plug.
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