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I want to run my heel into your slit and watch you cry scream from the pain. Only then will I have my pleasure. Don’t compare me to other femdom phone sex mistresses. I only give read-only a taste of it is to sever me. Your cock and balls belong to me. That brings me joy. Now, dont worry when you call our time together isn’t just about the role play, but I bring a wealth of knowledge around what handy household items you can use to inflict pain as well. This is more than fantasy with me. I love listening to you scream.