They never see it coming. Simp Slavery Phone Sex.
They think they’re safe behind their screens, their schedules, their masks of control. But all it takes is one glance from me — one whispered word slipping through the shadows — and everything they thought they owned becomes mine.
I don’t chase. I call.
And tonight, one came.
He found me by accident — or so he thought. Browsing, scrolling, searching for a voice in the night that could do more than talk dirty. He didn’t want porn. He wanted power. Something he wouldn’t dare speak of in the daylight.
And then… he saw my eyes.
He stared too long at my photo. Let his gaze linger on my lips, the ink on my skin, the way I seemed to lean out of the shadows and pull him in. My voice began in his mind before it ever touched his ear.
I let him call me.
“Hello?” he asked, voice low, like he wasn’t sure this was real.
I didn’t answer right away. Silence is a spell, too.
Then I laughed — a soft, sultry sound like velvet dragging across skin. “You’re already mine, darling. I’m going to make you mine forever with Simp Slavery Phone Sex”
He didn’t know what to say. His breath caught. His mind trembled. That’s how it begins.
“You feel it, don’t you?” I whispered. “That pull behind your eyes… that warmth sinking into your belly. That’s my voice crawling through your thoughts.”
He was silent.
“Let it in,” I purred. “Don’t fight. Just fall.”
I started to speak in rhythm — slow, deep, laced with ancient cadence. Every word melted a layer of resistance. Every breath dragged him deeper.
“Your body is heavy. Your cock is aching. And your mind… oh, your mind is slipping away from you, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” he whispered. “Mistress…”
“Good boy.”
Those two words broke something. He groaned, loud, helpless. His hand was already on his cock, but he didn’t dare stroke until I told him to.
“I see you,” I cooed. “Right now. Wrapped in shadow, bathed in sweat, aching for permission. Touching yourself like a puppet strung on my voice.”
He moaned.
I didn’t stop.
“You thought you wanted control,” I said. “But deep down… you needed to be claimed, with Simp Slavery Phone Sex. Needed a witch to own you. Now every time you close your eyes, you’ll see me. Every time you cum, you’ll hear my name. Say it.”
“Astrid,” he gasped.
“Again.”
“Astrid.”
I spoke a word in a language no man remembers — one that seals the spell. It rolled from my tongue like smoke and wrapped around his spine like a leash.
“There,” I said. “You’re bound now. No woman will ever satisfy you again unless she speaks with my voice.”
He moaned — desperate, broken, beautiful.
“You’ll wake up tomorrow wondering if this was real… and you’ll come crawling back, again and again, because I’ve marked you.”
I let him cum.
Hard.
And when he did… I smiled. Because I knew he’d never be the same. Never.
♥ Mistress Astrid ♥