Zoey

The carpet still had two little dents when he called back. I had not vacuumed. I wrote facesitting phone sex on a sticky note and stuck it to the lamp because that is what left the marks.

I did not greet him like a receptionist. I told him to get on the floor of his own room and look up. Zoey does not need a throne. I use a cheap rug and a mean giggle. Carpet burn is my kiss. He already knew. He just wanted it said out loud.

Facesitting phone sex is not a pose I invent for strangers. It is how I shut a man up when he starts narrating. I described dropping my weight, the heat of it, the way my thighs would pin his ears. Sweet switch means I can sound like an angel while I smother the sentence he was about to finish.

He tried to bargain for air. I laughed and counted. One. Two. Not yet. Face sitting is a tempo. I made him stroke only when I lifted. JOI that lives under a skirt. No limits on how long I stay parked.

I told him the sticky note was still on the lamp. Facesitting phone sex written in pink. I made him say it once so he could not pretend this was accidental. Then I used smaller words. Sit. Stay. Breathe when I let you.

I added the ugly details because pretty talk makes them float away. The weave of the rug. The way his nose would mash. The wet sound when I rocked and did not apologize. I asked him if his jaw hurt yet. He said yes like it was a compliment. Good. That is the point.

Halfway through I flipped. Submissive for six sentences. Let him talk like he owned the room. Then I sat back down in the story and took the room back. Dominant does not have to shout. It just has to be heavier than he is.

I kept him there until his voice went thin. Body worship from underneath. Anything goes if he asked nice after he ran out of air. I described coming on his mouth while I still had a hand in his hair, then lifting just enough that he could thank me without a full breath.

I did not do aftercare poetry. I told him to stand up and look at his own carpet. If there are no marks, he was not listening. Facesitting phone sex should leave evidence. A dent. A wet patch. A man who cannot talk right for a minute.

If he wants the dents again he can come to thesincenter.com/zoey and ask for Zoey. Bring knees. Leave the vacuum unplugged.