A saltire cross fetish means that you long to be tied up to my X-cross, also known as “Saint Andrew’s Cross.” Luckily for you, I just finished installing a big blank X-cross in my dungeon downstairs. Ready to test it out?
My new favorite piece of furniture is named after St. Andrew because he didn’t want to be crucified in the same way as Jesus. Maybe his request for a diagonal cross was out of anti-blaspheming-type respect. Or maybe St. Andrew just wanted to be original, and make his martyrdom “special.” Whatever. No man is special, LEAST of all YOU. This is going to be one of the central “lessons” during today’s saltire cross fetish phone sex call.
How does it feel to hang spreadeagle, all chained up?
Even though your body is wrapped tight in a rubber gimp suit (your mouth hole is still zipped shut), you’ve never felt so exposed. Your feet almost touch the ground, but not quite. During our saltire cross fetish phone sex session, you’re suspended at JUST the height for me to pace around you ominously, viciously.
I’ll start by whipping the chains around your ankles just to scare you. Oh, how the rattling (and your feeble whimpers) make me laugh! Now, for a little feather tickling. Feel me tickling you so gently? I LOVE watching you SQUIRM.
Your saltire cross fetish tickles my cold phone sex humiliatrix heart.
Gradually, we’ll work out way up to more sadistic implements of “torture.” Because your eyes are covered, you have NO idea what I’m about to use on you next. Will it be the cat of nine tails? Will I unzip your cock and balls? Yes, yes I most DEFINITELY will!
The frenzied crescendo of our saltire cross fetish femdom session will, inevitably, work its way into my favorite territory: no limits CBT. Before I let your appendages out for air, I’ll slap them with my paddle through your suit. You’re trying to be “brave,” to “take it,” but with each slap, you let out a little grunt, an involuntary little moan.
Submitting to me, your perfect Mistress, is the closest you’ll ever get to “transcendence.”
There’s no such THING as transcendence, you delusional limp-dicked worm. But IF there was, you would certainly find it during our saltire cross fetish phone sex session. Bonus points if you’ve already somehow restrained yourself before we begin. I can only hope (for YOUR sake) that you are eager to “score points” with me, to truly please and SERVE me. But don’t forget: OVER-eagerness gets those points deducted RIGHT back!
How far will we take your saltire cross fetish during our call?
It’s up to you. Well, it’s all REALLY up to ME, of course. Do you also crave Satanic Mistress phonesex? That doesn’t surprise me. In fact, nothing surprises me about your OR your desires. But consider me your own personal “box” of deranged dominatrix “chocolates.”
What are you waiting for? I’m right here. Time to pick up your phone and call me RIGHT now.
1-888-792-6198
