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• Caught & Joined Threesome Phone Sex

  December 17, 2025

  Caught & Joined Threesome Phone Sex

  Threesome Heat After Getting Caught

  I was half in his shirt and half in a laugh that wouldn’t stop when the apartment door opened. My boyfriend stood there—keys in hand, eyes flicking from my smile to the bartender’s hands on my waist. We froze. Then he said, simply, “Talk.”

  We did. I told the truth with my cheeks warm and my voice steady. The bartender apologized, and I didn’t hide that I wanted both of them. The room changed temperature when my boyfriend nodded once and stepped inside. He wasn’t angry; he was curious. “Show me what you were doing,” he said, voice low. I took his hand, put it on my hip, and pulled the other man closer. We set ground rules in two sentences and a look.

  The kiss that followed was slow enough to feel like a choice—then a decision—then a promise. My boyfriend’s palm on my spine, the other man’s mouth at my neck, and me, grinning like a girl who just got away with everything and still earned praise. We laughed between kisses, checked in twice, and I said please without shame.

  I remember the exact moment we stopped worrying about labels and started listening to each other breathe. I said, “Come here,” and they both did. I said, “Touch me,” and both pairs of hands found the places I keep warm. We ended in a tangle that felt like home in a brand-new way, and I fell asleep on my boyfriend’s chest with a stranger’s number saved under “friend.”

  If you want the full play-by-play, call me. I’ll tell you what I said to make him stay, and what they did when I asked nicely.

  Caught, confessed, invited. Let’s replay a real threesome that starts with honesty and ends with smiles. First-timers get 5 minutes free..

  Call me… and I’ll keep going.

• The Clipboard Test: Sissy Training

  December 12, 2025

  The Clipboard Test: Sissy Training Phone Sex

  Office Hours: Sissy Assistant Phone Sex

  I call you from the quiet office and set my heels on the assistant’s desk like a clock starting. This is phone sex, but I am not rushing. I am grading. I have a clipboard, a fresh pen, and a list that will turn you into my pretty girl by the end of the call. Rule one. Speaker off, voice soft, yes ma’am when I ask a question. Good. Now open your top drawer. Lipstick. The pink one. Twist, breathe, glide. I listen to the tiny click and picture your mouth blooming glossy for me. Say it back. I am your sissy assistant. Again, slower, smiling.

  Stockings next. You sit on the edge of the bed like it is my office chair. Point your toes and pull them up with careful hands. I want neat lines, straight seams, knees together. I tap the clipboard so you learn the rhythm. Tap means hands on thighs. Two taps means chin up, eyes forward, pretty.

  I write pass when you hold still for ten seconds. I write extra credit when you curtsey just for me. I make you read the memo I prepared in my nicest voice. Subject line says Presentation. Body says I am dressed to be useful and adored. You blush when you reach adored. That is my favorite color on you.

  Final items. Posture, praise, and a little tremble you cannot hide. I tell you how the skirt would feel if I were there to zip it. I tell you how my pen would trace your name on the hem. I mark a tiny box that says Finish and leave it unchecked while you breathe for me.

  You want the check mark so badly. I hear it. I make you earn it. Sit pretty. Say the line one more time. Then ask permission like a good girl. When I say yes, you are going to fall apart on my time, not yours, with lipstick sweet on your lips and my clipboard warm against your cheek. When you can speak again, you will book a follow up. I have a whole section on handwriting and how a girl signs her name.

  Dress Code: Pretty Gloss, seams, posture, praise. Call me and I will grade you in real time. First time callers get 5 minutes free.

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