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Succumb to masturbation phone sex foot fetish fantasies

Masturbation phone sex–therapist phone sex, seduction by foot fetish
Many men come to my masturbation phone sex line to indulge in their filthy fantasies.  I welcome it.  I need too if I am to be so bold.  Part of what I enjoy the most is taking what I know about a caller and writing a fantasy specifically pointed at his cock.  I love it when a call ensues because of my blog.  I love it when I can get into a guys “cock” that way.  So enjoy reading how I would imagine a meeting with me and my phone sex therapist would go down.
It happened by accident.  I was sitting on his couch going through all of my woes–the husband who’s failing me, the inability to find a stable career path.  His blue eyes told me he was listening and that he cared.  His eyes invited me to open up more.  And so more spilled out.  I was twirling my foot in a circle and noticed that occasionally his gaze dropped to follow the rotation at my ankle when red high heeled shoe slipped to my toe.  It dangled there in my phone sex therapist’s direct line of sight.  I watched the flush of arousal enter his cheeks.
I flipped the shoe up and down on my toe as I continue to unload my mental trash.  His concentration faltered.  His hesitation opened the door of manipulation.  A good masturbation phone sex artist can always read between the lines.
“Enjoying the view, counselor?”  I said with a smile.
“Uh, I don’t know what you…oh…hahah you’re shoe has come off.”
“Perhaps you’d enjoy putting it back on?”
“I don’t…”
“Maybe even,”  an evil giggle, “you can take a whiff,”  I stared directly at him.
I let the shoe fall off with a light thud on the floor and it was at that precise moment that I imagined my mental leash around his cock.  I imagined my masturbation phone sex powers encircling his cock head and drawing a tight noose at the neck of his pleasure organ.
“Cum indulge, counselor,” I said, “I mean I am paying you to help me and it is completely obvious that you are so distracted by my lovely, dirty feet that you are not going to be able to help me much at all–”
He went to his knees and this strong, counselor who I trusted to help me and to him I’ve indulged many of my dark secrets was divulging one of his own.
“You look so good with your tongue on my soles,”  I said, “you need dirty soles, you need this”  I pressed the sweet toes to his nose.
Isn’t it a wonderful thing to know that someone like me–a masturbation phone sex woman–can take from you a strong man–whatever I want just by exploiting your foot fetish?