When we talk, I want you to feel completely present. I want you undistracted & focused on my voice. I want you so immersed in our conversation & play, you forget anything else exists.
Nothing else really does, which is to say, PEP Lover, that the fantasy worlds I create for you are more compelling & resonant than any day-to-day life could hope to be.
That world in which you’re a perfectly trained lesbian sex slave? It’s real. I can see you in the mirror preening. I can feel you shining my latex & hoping for a sip (or glass) of my piss.
That world in which you’re my sissy bride who’s going to service every single Lady of PEP, past, present, & future? It’s real. I can smell your lust, & I see you stained your dress. You’ll be spanked soundly tonight.
That world in which you’re essentially livestock: stripped, shaved, & kept in a barn w/ other cum-bitch-slaves? It’s real, & I know you let your stall partner play w/ your asshole last night. Again. You’ll be enduring three days of public punishment, & yes, this time, the peppermint enema will be double in size. Severe punishment is the only way you learn.
I know.
I know you want to talk w/ me & bring your whole self, & I know that sometimes, it’s scary. Scary to say those real, deeply buried desires, scary to even form the words. I’ll make you a deal: you form the words one time, & I’ll say them as many times as you want to hear them: panties. Discipline. Strap-on. Slut. Bare bottom. Cage. Rubber. Bad boy. Good girl …
When we talk, PEP Lover, I want you to remember that you are in the presence of greatness, of a phone girl cum CEO, a submissive spanking video starlet cum Goddess, & that you are blessed to have my full attention, & thus, you must always bring me all of you, fully attentive, nothing withheld. I want to know your secrets. Won’t those secret desires feel even more delicious when they’re in my mouth, when I’m giving them my voice …?