Dear Ally,
I just wanted to convey something to you -and to your prospective clients- of the wonderful experience I had talking on the telephone with Princess Grace. I had never called a phonesex service in my life, but given the focus of your business, and my interest in masturbation and teasing and denial, I felt I had to at least indulge my curiosity.
Grace could sense that I was both nervous and embarassed, but she put me at ease, instantly. She told me that she “would not bite” and that I did not have to be afraid.
I emailed her beforehand, confessing my particular interests and obsessions, and she used this as a guideline in directing the conversation we had for an hour.
What a mind-blowing experience! Grace was gentle and encouraging, which was what I desired; however, she was also interested in probing my psyche and pushing my limits. Obviously, this woman is a natural-born cock-tease who takes real pleasure in her work. She answered my questions in a very honest, forthright manner. She giggled repeatedly, and I swear I could almost hear her smile over the phone line. Grace was as engaged in the phone call as I was: I never once got the impression that she was on automatic pilot or simply going through the motions of a routine task.
In the course of an amazing masturbatory hour, I was made to repeatedly bring myself to the edge of orgasm, eat my own pre-cum, and confess my deepest sexual desires and fantasies. About forty minutes into the call, Grace ordered me to ejaculate. She called me a “masturbating idiot” in her best Patty Heaton voice, and I grunted and shot a huge white load of cocksnot into a little bowl. When I had eaten up all my spunk, Grace called me a “good boy” -but then ordered me to beginning jacking myself off again!
“Be careful what you ask for, because you might get it,” Grace giggled, as she put me through my paces a second time. With the kind, but demanding direction of this cock-teasing little bitch I was able to ejaculate again within the next fifteen minutes. Again, Princess made me eat my own cum and repeatedly called me a “good boy.”
Grace was very skilled at pushing my buttons: she caressed me when I needed it, and shoved me when I wanted to be shoved.
As a parting, psychic kick-in-the-balls, Grace informed me that, like my favorite sitcom fantasy girl, she too was not a Democrat. I felt increasingly humiliated, but at forty years of age, and after having had two powerful orgasms in about twenty minutes, that little cock-teasing princess was making my dick stiffen again!
Thank you Princess Grace for your warmth, charm, honesty and intelligence.
Affectionately, -John
