I’ve always known how to get what I want. That is probably why I love bratty domme phone sex so much. Some girls wait around, hoping someone notices them. Not me. I lean in, smile just enough, tilt my head, and let my body do the talking. I’m not shy about it. Why should I be? I know how to make a man forget what he was saying just by standing a little too close or letting my fingers brush his arm like it was an accident. It never is.
I’m 20-something, cute enough to stop traffic, and smart enough to know how to use it. If flashing a little skin or biting my lip gets me what I want faster, why wouldn’t I? Life’s too short to be polite about things. I don’t beg—I expect. And if I don’t get what I want? I have no problem being a little mean. Actually, I enjoy it. Watching a guy scramble to please me after I roll my eyes or give him that “Are you serious?” look—it’s satisfying, like training a puppy with attitude.
Some call it manipulative. I call it knowing my worth. If I want something—a favor, a ride, a gift—I go get it. Simple. There’s always someone willing to do what I ask, especially when I ask with a specific look. The trick is knowing when to pout and when to push. I can be sweet, but that sweetness has teeth. Guys like the chase, but what they really like is being told what to do by someone who makes their head spin. I’m not cruel, just… strategic. I want what I want, and I don’t believe in playing fair when I can play smart. And let’s be honest, they don’t mind. Half the time, they’re hoping I’ll tell them what to do next.
So go ahead—call me high-maintenance. Just make sure you’re the one paying for it, especially on our bratty domme phone sex calls. 1-888-70-HOT4U and ask for Delaney.