The Making of a Mistress

I really can't tell you exactly when I first realized my place as a Domme. As a Femme with Dominion over men. Both in phonesex and in real life. Like many girls, and later as a lady, I became used to being fawned over and feted. I've always enjoyed male attention, and have never had a lack thereof…

But exactly when the charm became a type of charismatic control, well that would be more difficult to pin down.

Like most little girls, I was spoiled and adored. I came to accept that and expect that as my right. When I got to high school I learned most boys were unseemly, ungainly, and didn't know a thing about girls (or women!) So of course, if I wanted a boy, I had to train him. It was a lot of work as you can imagine because well, high school boys, they're not that bright. Especially with a hard on. They learned to treat me in ways other girls could only envy; they brought me candy and flowers, opened my car door for me, and learned to control their baser desires. (well…I controlled their baser desires)

By the time I was in college, I expected more from my men than just candy and flowers. The dates were more lavish, the presents more opulent, but one thing did remain the same. I still had complete control over their most prized possessions. (besides me, of course!) If you think a college boy's most prized possession is his car or his favorite guitar, you're just as silly as they are. We all know…the thing they want to be known for, the thing they want to be envied and admired for…is basically just six inches of dangling flesh. (more or less!)

I came to realize and to capitalize on that knowledge and for their desire to be even more controlled. The more I taunted them and teased them, the more I humiliated and debased them, the quicker they were to do well…whatever I wanted! I will admit that I sometimes let this power go to my head. To this very day, I can be in any situation anywhere, and with just a certain look into the eyes of a stranger, I know I've just taken over another weak, pathetic male.

Right now you're either thinking "but all men aren't like that", (no, they're not, but the majority are) or you are like the majority and just dying to reach into those trousers and start touching that thing. You know I control you with it, you know it makes you weak and it makes me laugh, but…you just can't help it can you? It's time for you to call me, and tell me just how weak and pathetic you are. Tell me how much you need to surrender that cock to the power of a strong, feminine phone sex Mistress. Tell me…

~Mistress Avarice
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