Cry. No. Cry HARDER. That’s more like it. What a little bitch you are. You’re the one who called Me for orgasm denial phone sex, so why are you so surprised that I am telling you that you are not allowed to cum? Oh, that’s right. You’re a man, and I say that in the loosest of definitions. Your entitled ass thinks rules don’t apply to you. Well, I’m here to tell you differently. In this moment, I am your Queen, I am in charge, and what you don’t seem to understand is that I am a sadistic Queen. That means that the more you cry, the more I laugh, so please…cry, baby! A pathetic little beta bitch crying his eyes out because his balls are blue is My idea of a perfect night! It’s definitely a recipe for gut-splitting belly laughter!
When you think about it, it is pretty funny that so many bitch boys will tell Me they want orgasm denial phone sex and then proceed to beg for permission to cum. If that is you, I think you’re missing something in the meaning of orgasm DENIAL phone sex. Is your vocabulary as pathetic as your dick? I bet that as your dick grows, your vocabulary shrinks. I would sure love for you to prove Me wrong on that. I’d love for some weak-dicked worm to call me up and tell Me you know you don’t deserve to cum, and, in fact, you know that you don’t even deserve to pleasure yourself. You just know that your being allowed to touch your weakness stick while being denied an orgasm is just enough torture to satisfy My inner sadist. Ok, that’s wrong. She’s My outer sadist. Fixed it.
Let’s find out if you know what you deserve, and if you can handle taking it. Even if you beg for release, I’m gonna laugh at you, so go ahead and make My day. Call 1 888 662 6482 and tell your Queen Naomi that you don’t deserve to cum, and that orgasm denial phone sex is the right thing for you.