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Ownership Has It’s Perks

I own your mind, soul, and body. Lately, you have decided to try my patience and see how far you can push my limits. I have hung up on you several times to teach you a harsh life lesson. The gifts have begun to arrive but I just send them back. Not good enough, try again to please me. A very loaded gift card to my favorite store arrived a few minutes ago with a note of apology. Maybe, I don’t know if I’ll forgive you yet.

You should know me well enough to know the only real gift I want is your total submission and soul. The gift card, nice fucking touch and I will use it and wear when I go out with real men. Our reunion will be my pleasure and your pain. Prepare yourself, call me and let’s see if I hang up or decide to take things out on your tender bitch flesh.

Cruel Mistress Brianna

 

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So, I am into everything he says

When a guy tells me he’s into everything my devious mind begins to go in all nasty, taboo directions. Does everything mean I put you in pantyhose and fuck your tight hole with a strap-on while you suck cock for me? The answer better be “yes” since you said you were into everything. You begin to stutter, barely getting your words out when you admit to me that you want it all plus more cock, huge black cocks to be exact.

I want more from you, much more. I demand you crawl to my closet and find the black latex gimp suit which happens to be just your size. You put it on with holes for you mouth, soon to be stretched asshole, and your tiny cock and balls out.  I can’t help but laugh at how you look and knowing you will be our entertainment for the long night. My guests arrive an even mix of lovely women and handsome men who will all be using and abusing you.

You see what happens when you tell me you’re into everything and anything? My natural deviant nature takes you to places you never thought of going. Next time make yourself clear OR don’t!

Mistress Brianna

Ready? Let’s Play A Game

After a much needed night out of drinking, dancing and flirting, I am ready to pick my playmate. A tall handsome man at the bar has been buying me drinks all night but hasn’t said a word. He finally approaches me and asks if I am a domina. I laugh and tell him that I don’t know about that I am just your average girl. What is the fun if he knows from the get go he is prey. I suggest we take the party to my house and he quickly agrees. I am walking distance so we walk and talk about music, books and life.

We get to my house and have a few more drinks and I ask him if he likes games. I could tell by the look on his face that was a surprise but well he agreed. I told him this game is called “Drop the handle”. He says he never heard of that and would I explain the rules. I quietly without ceremony explained to him I would bind his balls and the longer it took him to come the bigger his chances of losing his balls would be. Somehow, I don’t think he quite believed me.

Before long, two of my friends entered the room and helped me restrain him. He still was treating this as a joke, or best case a hot foursome. One of the girls snapped her latex gloves and informed him once his balls were in the band it would be time for his prostate exam. Ah, by the look on his face he seems to be finally getting the rules of our game.

Evil Mistress Brianna

Dress Up Doll

I guess I just must have some serious mind fuck powers as I was just thinking about cross dressers. What got me thinking? It was a very touching scene with Lady Gaga and the resident crossdresser on American Horror Stories. Yes, I am a bitch but there are things I do find touching especially when looking at an erotic woman like her. Is there a point to this, yes so shut the fuck up and read.

Cross dressers without the proper hair and makeup disgust me. You must learn to how be a woman from top to bottom. That is where I come in. Now, I shall say where all this is heading to. I have been craving a cross dresser to play with and one came to me today. He was mostly man, with a little cock sucking kink, all the better. He knew and understood himself and what I would expect from hair removal to the proper yet sexy clothing.

While I adore experience I also love the virgin who wants and needs to dress as a woman but is still afraid. Come to me and we will pick out clothes, makeup, wigs and lingerie. Be prepared as these things take time! Do remember unless you want a kick to the cunt that my clothes are off limits except for my silks getting a cleaning from your tongue. Oh fuck darling, what else will that tongue be used for at the moment.

Lick Them Bitch

It is that time of year for leather jackets and boots. I adore the smell of leather and I went to my favorite shop in Montrose. The moment you walk in the door, the smell of leather hits you.

I was greeted by a tall gentleman who was nice looking but a little to boring looking for my taste. I am used to being catered here so I told him what I was looking for. I told him my size and sat down while he gathered up 5 boxes. He took my boot off slowly and it was obvious he was staring up my dress. LOSER! Once my boot was off, he was very slow about getting the first pair of black leather boots out of the box. He held my foot in his hand and I could see he was getting hard.

“The boots in the box” I demanded as he stuttered and took them out. He handled them slowly running his hand up the soft black leather. He took his time sliding them up my legs and once they were on, I gave him a hard kick in his balls. I told him he was annoying me and I didn’t have all day. Holding his balls, he stood up and asked if I was ready to try on another pair. I kicked him harder this time making him fall to the floor again letting out a huge wail of pain.

I made him crawl over to me even in his intense pain and to put the other boot on me. I stood up walking in the boots and seeing how they felt on my long, tan legs.  My cunt was getting wet and creamy at the sight of him still holding his balls. “Now bitch lick my boots”, I screamed at him. He began to lick the 8 inch heels, sucking on them like a cock as he slowly went to the soles. Another kick to the balls was in order as he left spit on the leather. Eventually we were done and he carried the boxes of boots to my car.

Real Men Ride Harleys

I went to get some ink last week as I needed to feel the burn and noticed a bike shop opened next door in the vacant spot. I don’t need to dress like a slut or give blow jobs to get my ink free as quite frankly the little bitches and wannabe’s in shop seem afraid of me. Weather had cooled and I was in high boots, tattered jeans and a new leather jacket over my tank top. An extremely hot and muscled  young man was working on a Harley building up a sweat.

I got my Ink and was treated as a queen as usual. What did I get and where? That is none of your fucking business unless you have what I desire. On the way to my tricked out Mustang he smiled at me and came over to admire my car. He tried to make small talk but when I see something I want I don’t do small talk.

We went to a nearby biker bar and tossed down a few. I was dripping wet and so in the fucking mood for some big, thick cock ramming my holes. I take what I want so I put my hand in his jeans. What the fuck? It couldn’t have been but 4 inches. I guess he didn’t get it, or maybe he wanted to see me mad. I excused myself and while he waited found myself a real man, one worthy of this bad bitch.

When I returned I told him he had two choices for disappointing me. One was to get his balls annihilated by my boots, fists and knees and the other was to suck off all the bikers in the club. Want to talk about it some more and the choice he made? Give me a call and I just might spill it all.

Just a Normal Beauty

I seem to surprise men all the time. At first glance, they assume I am way too hot for them. Guess what fucker? I am way to hot for any typical man. Are you a typical man, boring and set in his ways or are you a wild bad boy with a huge cock to fill my hot cougar cunt? Then again there is another man I will allow in my bedroom.

Know what, calling him a man is quite a stretch especially when he has on lip gloss and pink lingerie.  Does this sound familiar?  Of course, it does you stupid ass. Then we end with him  screaming my clitty is squirting. HA!  So there is tall men, short men, men with huge pricks for me, and then we have my favorite play toys…sissy boys!

So what will it be? Are you man enough to satisfy me or will you be taking it like the little twat you are? Let’s give it a go. Do make sure your credit card is full!

Back For More

Excellent, you are back for more of Mistress Brianna. You know the rules loser. Hand the credit cards over to my bodyguard and follow me to the back. Do you remember the first time you came to see me? I am sure you do as your financial planning has taken quite a turn since then. Jaguar gone, wife gone, house gone. Yet you still come back for more.

Tonight I have a lot of wicked energy to burn so keep walking to the room in the back where no one can hear us.  Good little bitch now fucking strip. I have always thought it is too bad you are such a loser as your cock is pretty fucking big. Look how it drips pre-cum at the thought of what Mistress plans to do to you. You get even harder as you watch me run my fingers teasingly over the paddles, sounds, floggers, and other implements of sweet pain.

I start with a good swift kick to your balls which takes you to your knees immediately. Move your hands away, you know better. I allow you to stroke that useless meat 5 times before taking the sounds off the table. The look on your face actually makes my cunt drip with delight. It is going to be a long night as I am told your credit cards have a fair amount on them. Sell something else did you loser?

Wicked Bitch Brianna

Not What You Expected Now Is It?

You and I have been best friends since grade school. I always did prefer to hang with the boys. You call me up to talk because you suspect your lovely slut wife is cheating on you. I suggest we meet at a quiet bar so we can talk in person. You get all macho and talk about beating the guy up when you find out who it is. We have a few more drinks and you rattle on and on about how perfect you thought your marriage was and how could she do this.

You always have been a fool. I invite you to come over my house for dinner since you say she will be out of town at her parents. On and on you go about how she has never worked a day in her life and maxes all your credit cards. You are such a stupid loser. I think it is time for you to know who is really enjoying your hot wife.

I tell you to follow me to my bedroom. You are confused as we have always just been friends since I like my men…well hotter with bigger cocks. I open the door and what you see stops you in your tracks. It is Jennifer bound to a chair in little to nothing with her mouth gagged. You see she is very tired of your sex life you bore her to tears. A submissive bitch like her needs to be handled by a strong cunt like me.

Sit down and let me show you how it’s done. Her tits are so sensitive, and she moans in pain when I put on the nipple clamps. Maybe if you listened to her you would have figured this out for yourself. You are mad and aroused all at the same time. Did I give you permission to stroke your pathetic cock while I take what is yours. I do share, but not with you. A car is pulling up to the house, let them in and see what else it is she needs. LOSER!

“Black Moon”

Oh the devil is rising with the moon he cries and my blood runs cold
Oh no never was the darkness so black, no light and nowhere to go.

Look at the window my Pets. There is a wickedly evil Black Moon out tonight. Do you feel your mind going places it has never gone before. Do you have thoughts of decadence, defiance and depravity? I know I want to do things to you, things that nightmares are made of. Tonight I crave someone special. I need a victim that can take a lot of CBT and will scream like a bitch for me which is music to my deviant ears.

I have my implements of torture organised and ready to go with me. Tonight just might be the night you meet some as hot as me and actually think you have a real chance of fucking me. Twat, I will take you home and you will be “fucked”. Maybe just not how you imagined. So you tell me you want to keep your cock and balls and can’t take pain. I am always in need of a worthy accomplice.

The Black Moon is calling my name, stirring up twisted emotions causing my blood to boil. Victim? Accomplice? You decide and then call me. Let’s see how much fun we can get into before our souls to straight to fucking hell.