I didn’t say hello. I told him to get on his knees and spit on his hand. “You’re not jerking that thing like it matters,” I said. “Tonight is pegging phone sex. I ride. You take it. That’s the whole arrangement.”

He made that little sound men make when they want it and hate that they want it. Good. I described the harness already on, the way the strap sat heavy against me, the slow click of lube. Pegging phone sex is not cute with me. It is me using your ass until your voice breaks and then asking if you can take more.

I walked him through the setup like I was already behind him. Hands on the floor. Back arched. No reaching back. I told him how I’d press in inch by inch and laugh when he clenched. Domination first. Mercy nowhere. I wanted him hearing the stretch before he even touched himself.

Open up. You’re not here to stay pretty.

I built it filthy and specific. The first thrust. The pause. The harder second one. I made him stroke only when I said so and stop the second I started talking about going deeper. Pegging phone sex works when the man on the line stops pretending he’s in charge of his own body. I took that job.

The longer the call went, the meaner I got. I told him I’d grab his hair. I told him I’d make him thank me between thrusts. Submission isn’t a vibe with me — it’s a position. On your knees. Taking it. Asking permission to stay hard while I use you like a fucktoy.

I mixed pain talk with control talk. Slow grind. Sharp snap. Hold still. I described how I’d make him stay full and shaking while I decided whether he got to finish at all. No limits once I hear that crack in your voice. That’s when I push.

I kept returning to the same picture: me behind him, harness locked, him ruined and still pushing back because he couldn’t help it. Pegging phone sex with Chaos Domme Liv is not a polite fantasy. It is being taken. It is being laughed at while you moan anyway. It is BDSM without the pretty language.

Near the end I had him on the edge and made him beg to stay filled. When I finally let him come, it was messy and late and on my timing. I stayed on the line through the aftershock, still talking, still in him in the fantasy, still telling him he was going to think about that stretch all day.

Aftercare was ugly-soft. I told him he did what he was told. I told him he could call back when he wanted to be used again. I did not make it tender. I made it true.

If you want pegging phone sex from a chaos domme who will take your ass and your pride in the same breath, come find me at sinfulkink.com/liv. Get on your knees before you dial.