I’m in a mood this week. A man-hating kind of mood. Yes, someone pissed me off and that means you get to pay for his transgressions. Pick up the phone and call me for CBT phone sex because I want to fuck something up, and by something I definitely mean your cock and balls. No fancy equipment needed, no special preparations. Just take off your pants and pick up the phone. Once I’m on the line, you’ll look around and tell me what you see around you. I have a knack for turning any object into a CBT phone sex tool.
Are you calling from your office? Then surely you have a stapler, so pick it up and staple your balls to your chair. Oh come on now, not just one staple. I want them all around the perimeter of your sack. It’ll be more painful if you squirm, so you decide how you want that one to go. Don’t put the stapler down yet, though, because you’re going to use it like a hammer to pound the head of your cock. Hearing your screams are exactly what I need to make me feel better. It’s like music to my ears.
If you’re calling from your car, we’ll use what you got there, too. An ink pen? A toothpick? At the very least you have shoe laces. Count yourself lucky that cars don’t have cigarette lighters anymore, lol. That would be hot! I seriously crack myself up sometimes. See, just talking about CBT phone sex made me feel a little better. I want to feel great, though, and that’s only going to come from your pain. So pick up the phone, chicken shit, and let’s punish your package. Dial 1-888-402-8669 and tell the nice lady Pia sent you.
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