The tale of a Dominating call.
The day had started the same as any other, then the call came in. She seemed to be just another customer needing assistance with her computer; her tone was light and chipper as she explained her issue, but I would soon find out Ana Simmons was not what she seemed. She was trying to set up her email in Outlook and was having some issues. I asked her for the address and her tone became less chipper and more eerie as she answered, "mistress_pain@domdunge.org." Her voice grew suddenly much more deeper as she told me her clients used this address to set up discreet meetings. I almost laughed when she said this. As time progressed without results on her email, the call dropped. When I called back, all I heard were screams for help with a menacing female laugh in the background. Suddenly, I heard the crack of a whip and with that I heard the click of the connection ending. I will never forget the day the dominatrix called and opened my eyes to what closed doors and phone lines hid on the other side.
DISCLAIMER: This story is completely made up and is not to be taken seriously.
The day had started the same as any other, then the call came in. She seemed to be just another customer needing assistance with her computer; her tone was light and chipper as she explained her issue, but I would soon find out Ana Simmons was not what she seemed. She was trying to set up her email in Outlook and was having some issues. I asked her for the address and her tone became less chipper and more eerie as she answered, "mistress_pain@domdunge.org." Her voice grew suddenly much more deeper as she told me her clients used this address to set up discreet meetings. I almost laughed when she said this. As time progressed without results on her email, the call dropped. When I called back, all I heard were screams for help with a menacing female laugh in the background. Suddenly, I heard the crack of a whip and with that I heard the click of the connection ending. I will never forget the day the dominatrix called and opened my eyes to what closed doors and phone lines hid on the other side.
DISCLAIMER: This story is completely made up and is not to be taken seriously.
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