I sat at the judges’ table in a tight black velvet dress that hugged every curve, a single red rose pinned at my hip and a thin garter belt line visible when I shifted. He was dressed as some kind of vintage devil — horns, open shirt, the whole bit — and he kept glancing at my legs like he couldn’t help it. I tapped my pen against the scorecard and smiled the way only a real pinup can. “Walk for me,” I said. “Slow. Let me see how well that costume actually fits.”

He obeyed. Every step made the fabric pull. I marked a point for posture, then another for how hard he was already getting under the costume. Costume play phone sex lets me be both the glamorous judge and the prize at the same time. I described exactly what I was wearing underneath — classic pinup lingerie, seamed stockings, the garter straps that framed my thighs — and told him he could earn more points if he described what he wanted to do once the contest ended.

Costume Play Phone Sex Scoring

He started talking, voice rough. I kept scoring him out loud: two points for the way he said my name, one deducted for rushing, then three more when he admitted he’d been thinking about peeling the stockings down my legs with his teeth. I told him the real contest was whether he could stay still while I walked around the table, heels clicking, and ran one fingertip along the edge of his costume. “Good boys who want to win costume play phone sex with me learn how to wait,” I murmured.

The rest of the night turned into a private judging session. I made him describe every piece of my outfit while I slowly undid his. I let him earn points for kissing the tops of my stockings, for telling me how the garter belt looked against my skin, for staying hard and obedient while I teased him about what the winner actually receives. Every time he got close I made a new mark on the scorecard and pulled him back. No limits on the fantasy, but plenty of control on the pacing.

By the time I finally let him finish, the scorecard was covered in my notes and his breathing was ragged. I stayed on the line afterward, voice warm and a little wicked, telling him the next contest starts whenever he calls. If you want to be scored, teased, and claimed by a vintage pinup who knows exactly how costume play phone sex should feel, come find me.

You can see more of my pinup side and the rest of my schedule at kinkypinup.com/bunny. I’ll be waiting with a fresh scorecard and a very short list of ways you can win.