Femdom Phone Sex Calls

By popular demand, I bring you my latest “Perv of the Week.” Yes, it’s been much longer than a week (too long, in fact) since I’ve presented you with the perviest of the pervs. So, I had to choose someone really pathetic. Oh, and really disgusting.

I met this stroker boy, nicknamed “Pussy Breath,” or “P.B.” for short, back when I first became a Phone Mistress. P.B. would beg me to sell him my used tampons and pads. Seriously; this loser thought I was naïve enough to give in to his pathetic request. First of all, sending anything with bodily fluids on it is considered a biohazard and a violation of federal law. I’m not getting fined (or worse) for a phone sex boy. Secondly, and most noteworthy, is that I doubt his bitch ass could afford a piece of me—your femdom princess is worth way more than he can afford. So, I would just laugh at him, tell him how fucked up in the head he is, and suggest he seek professional help before his wife finds out what a worthless fucktard she has for a husband.

P.B. recently contacted me again to inform me that, because I was such a mean girl and wouldn’t sell him my bloody tampons and pads, he’s been forced to rummage through his cute neighbor’s trash (poor him). His neighbor is a 23 year old grad student that he calls Molly #2. Is it just me, or is that completely psycho? Anyway, P.B. likes to stick Molly #2’s used pads to his chest and stomach while he jerks off, and he plugs his nostrils up with the used tampons [insert gagging here].

What would you do with someone so icky? In my humble opinion, someone needs to tell his neighbor what he’s up to. While he’s picking her feminine products out of the trash, I’d love for her boyfriend to sneak up behind him and give him the punishment he deserves. Any thoughts?

Your bratty domme,

~Miss Molly~
Yahoo IM: Empress.Molly
Phone: 800-356-6169