Author Archive for KoKo

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He Whimpers, “Use Me”

I greet you at the door with a kiss on the cheek. I have on black dress with my boots. You walk into my apartment and you follow me into my play room. The sound of my black boots walking across my hardwood floors excites you. You find the scent of my perfume intoxicating.

I sit back in my big chair and order to you strip for me. You are nervous, anxious, and excited. You shiver as I hike up my skirt a little bit, showing you an extra inch of pretty thighs. Finally, when you are nude, I walk up to  you and whisper in your ear, telling you to be a good boy and stand still for me. I graze my finger nails along your backside causing goose bumps. I stand behind you and give your ass a good hard “smack”. Then kiss you softly on the back of your naked shoulder. I slip out of my dress to reveal my black lingerie.

I walk over to a drawer and pull out a pair of pretty yellow panties. I hand them to you and you slip into them, super tight fit. They make your butt look so cute. I whisper in your ear, telling that you remind me of a yellow gumdrop as my hand slides down across your over the front of your panties. I look right into your eyes. I wait for you to softly utter, “Use me, Mistress. Use me.”

I take you over to the table in my play room. You follow my instructions and lie on your back, with your head at one end and your hips at the other. I kiss your lips and then trace my finger over your lips. You part your lips, I slip my finger and out of your mouth, keeping your lips tightly wrapped around my finger. I whisper “Good Boy,” in your ear.

You continue sucking on my finger, when the play room door opens and in walks a naked man with a very hard cock. He sees you in your little yellow panties and I introduce as my little yellow gum drop. I step to the side. He stands over you as he strokes his cock. I lean down and kiss you again on your lips. I take his big thick cock and trace it over your lips and the coax you into opening your mouth and sucking it. Oh, my little yellow gum drop is such a pretty little cocksucker!

He likes how your mouth feels and he starts to increase his speed and give your mouth a good face fucking. I run my hand down your body until I reach your yellow panties. I run my hand over your cock, teasing your hard cock. I slip my fingers under your panties and find your cute little bottom. I run my fingers between your cheeks. You squirm and whimper when you feel my finger slip inside deep into your ass. I finger fuck your little bottom while that sexy cock fucks your mouth.

I let that man use that little ass of yours. I know that you need this. You have a deep desire just to let go and be used like a little sexy little slut, a naughty fuck toy. Oh, my pretty little yellow gum drop is going to be used so well here by me.

KoKo

Trick or Treat!

Yesterday was Halloween; I worked at my office temp job.  It is a prestigious law firm in the city, with a very conservative environment as one might expect.  Earlier in the week, I was shocked to see a note on the Company Electronic Bulletin Board that we encouraged to dress in costume for a Halloween and there would be a luncheon.

I dress professionally for this office:  heels, pantyhose, knee length pencil skirts, blouses, suits…you get the picture.  Here was my chance to dress fun for the day.  I thought about dressing up as a Mistress, but once I am dressed in that gear, my true dominant personality appears.  I don’t think anyone would find it appropriate for me to have all the men in the office on their knees worshipping my boots and kissing my whip. Well, some of the legal secretaries would have found it amusing to watch their bosses groveling and being whipped.  I decided to dress in a simple but very sexy little bar maid uniform my college days, short flirty little hot pink/black skirt and little top, with logo on it. I thought it might be rather provocative costume for this group and I might draw a lot of attention. I was wrong.  Everyone was dressed in great costumes, but the one who drew the most attention was the Executive Director.

Have you ever noticed that so many guys cross dress on Halloween?  Some of these guys really look silly, but today I was the one who was shocked when I saw the Executive Director (really high level guy) arrive dressed in a turquoise blue cocktail dress.  I looked at him very carefully. The dress fit him to perfection. It had to have been tailored for him.  It was just too perfect.  He didn’t look silly, he looked rather elegant. He had a blonde wig, with soft delicate curls, make up applied to perfection and he walked in little black pumps like he did it every day.  He looked just a little too good for this to be just a funny Halloween costume.  The feminine details were just too perfect.  He had what appeared to be an antique broach pinned to the dress.  The hose were just the right shade to go with the outfit.  He had delicate pearl earrings clipped to his ears.  He was carrying a black pocket book that matched his black pumps, again to perfection.

I have never spoken to this man, but was aware of him because he was position with the firm.  I approached him towards the end of the luncheon.  I just couldn’t resist getting to know him.  I looked right into his eyes (which matched the color of his dress) and I said exactly in the same tone that I would say to one of my sissies after dressing him up,  “You look so pretty” with a soft feminine dominant voice.  He responded like a good little sissy.  He was glowing that I had discovered his true nature and that he has discovered mine with just a few simple words. Then he blushed and looked down.  I discovered a sissy dying to come out and let the world know his true nature. I grabbed his chin, looked right into his eyes, said, “You be a good boy today for me.”  His instincts just took over, he replied, “Yes, Mistress.”  I smiled and returned back to the group of secretaries.

You never know where you are going to find a sissy in this city.

Mistress Koko

Hard Core Domination – Pain Intensifies his Pleasure

Wow, I just realized that I have not blogged here for quite a while. I took a few weeks off because I been busy with a big move. I moved from Indiana to Chicago. Apartment Hunting was difficult.  Hard to find an apartment with thick enough walls, so neighbors don’t hear me while I am on the phone. Chicago is so big, but I love it.  I signed up with a temp agency, not so much for the money, but for the opportunity to meet hot Chicago men.  Working as an office temp, the guys are always falling all over themselves to help me, take me to lunch, and flirt with me.  I love a well-dress man in a suit and tie.  These sexy business men enjoy looking at me in my black pencil skirt and heels.  I save my sexiest lingerie to wear under my most sophisticated black suit. I love the power that I have over men.

As I make my way around the city, I spot submissive men in the crowd. Sometimes I see a submissive man begging for hard core domination just by a look in their eyes.  I return a wicked little smile to acknowledge that I know his secret to be dominated.   I think of these faces when I conduct a hard core phone dominant phone session.  Find a great deal of satisfaction in hearing that little moan, a man begging for more pain, and then begging for mercy as he administers nipple clamps, a belt, a whip, and restraints on his cock and balls. Ultimate gratification for me is knowing that I have full control of his orgasm.  I know just how much pain to apply to hear him until he begins to beg to be allowed to cum for me.

At an underground BDSM club, I see one man on a regular basis in need of Cock & Ball Torture (CBT). He is a real pain slut. On the surface he could be any guy.  He lives in the suburbs with wife and kids. He is tall, successful, quick wit, and striking blue eyes.    Many people might find him rather intimating, but not me.  I know his secret.  He can be only be stimulated sexually by pain.  On the surface it seems ironic that this high power executive grovels at my feet. He is whipped a couple times of week and receives 30 minute CBT sessions at a time.  Watching him wince, hearing his moans, hearing him beg for more, giving him more and more pain, is exhilarating. Finally, I allow him to cum. He can only experience this level of pleasure when it is mixed with pain.

Love,

Koko

Worship

Wor’ship: n: 1.The act of paying divine honors to the Supreme Being; religious reverence and homage; adoration, or acts of reverence, paid to God, or a being viewed as God.

2. Obsequious or submissive respect; extravagant admiration; adoration.

So now you know what it means, it’s time to turn the word “Worship” from a noun into a verb and begin to Worship Me.

I will make it easy for you, tell you what I require.  I am your Holy One, the Divine Goddess of your dreams.  Yes, I am young, but I have been trained by the best there is, over a course of several years.

I do not yell, no need to.  Do I get upset if assignments are not carried out? Do I get upset if you disobey Me? Do I get upset when you hold back from Me that which I have requests? The answer to all of those questions is Yes.  But do I yell, never.  There is no need.

I was raised in a home in which My Mother was a devout follower of WHAP (Women Who Administer Punishment).  I remember her reading over the magazines.  She acquired them from a estate sale, they had come in a trunk that she had loved at first sight.  She bought it, brought it home, then spent a good amount of time going through it, only to find at the bottom a collection of WHAP Magazines.  If you don’t know what they are, then google it.

Reading them in my bedroom set Me on the path of becoming and being a FemDom.

Don’t be afraid, allow yourself to Worship a Beautiful Goddess.

I await your call.

KoKo

   
 

Cuckolding: HW for BBC

Look what I have for you Darling? Aren’t you happy that now you have a visual reminder of what you truly are? Oh don’t stand there stammering, it is for your office. I was thinking that you could hang it right behind your desk, it will be the main focal point for anyone who enters.  What? Don’t you like it?

Do you remember the first time I wore the dress that is in the painting? I do, I remember it fondly.  I called you to let you know that you were have my clothing, shoes, jewelry and hot bath waiting for me when I got home.  Oh how you begged and pleaded with me not to do it, but we had had the same conversation over and over again to the point where you just ended up sounding ridiculous.

It was your idea in the first place remember? You came to me saying how you knew you weren’t pleasing me in the way in which I deserved, and said that you wish there were something you could do to make sure that I was happy.  It’s not my fault that you aren’t good in bed, or big enough to satisfy my sexual needs.

And now look at where you are.  Standing there, holding the picture, in stockings, heels, and panties.  Readying yourself to greet one of my many big black cocked lovers as they come to spend time with me while you listen, down on your knees just outside of the open door to our bedroom.

You may put the gift I just gave you along side your briefcase so you do not forget to take it with you tomorrow when you leave for work.  I was thinking, that tonight, perhaps for old time sake, you could lay out the dress that I wore the first time I had my first BBC.  Hurry up Darling, he will be here soon. ~grin~

KoKo

Rock Out With Your Cock Out

 One of my guys wanted a task.  So I gave him one.  My Mother used to say, “Be careful of what you wish for, because you just might get it.” In this case, that statement turned out to be very true.

I have been doing calls with this certain someone for a long time now, and he has always wanted to do something in public.  It has taken a great amount of patience on My behalf to encourage, groom, and get him to the point that he finally said, “Ms. KoKo, I am ready, I want to do something in public.” I said to him, “Are you sure, because once I give you a task you must complete it, you know that I require a pic to prove that you have accomplished the set task that I have given you.”  He stated that yes, he was ready.

You see this ‘boy’ has a thing for his dick.  He adores it, and he absolutely loves the thought of whacking off in a crowded place.  Not semi-public, out of sight or anything along those lines, but full on whack attack, spraying his load so everyone in the immediate area can see it.  But he had always been to scared to do it.

I knew that he was going to a concert this past weekend.  And I just couldn’t let this little tidbit of information go unused.  So these were my instructions, “When you are at the concert (these first few words made him audibly gulp and start to stutter, he started to protest, but I shut him up quickly, then I continued.) As I was saying, WHEN you are at the concert, I want you to make your way down to the area where everyone is standing next to the stage, whip your dick out, and start jacking.  And no matter what is said, no matter how many people are looking at you, you do not stop until you unload all that ball pudding that you will have stored up for this occasion because you are not to masturbate until that exact moment.” This call was done on Tuesday last, so that gave him a good amount of days of self denial to contend with.  I went on to tell him that I expected a pic of him working his cock for me in the midst of the crowd.

He called me after the concert and told me that he did do as instructed, but because he was so excited, he came in about three strokes and shot so hard that some of his cum landed on top of some guy’s head in front of him.  The guy actually felt it, and put his hand up to feel what had hit his head, then showed his slippery fingers to the girl that was standing next to him.

Now this sort of assignment took some real balls to do, and I want to let that certain someone know that I am very proud of you, and to also thank him for the pic!  Way to Rock Out With Your Cock Out.

KoKo

~~@~~ Fuck YOU ~~@~~

 I have to laugh when I pick up the phone and there is some Dom wanna be on the other end of the phone.  I am so very nice and accommodating while he is giving Me his info so I can charge him.  But, as soon as I get the authorization that all is good and I’m getting My coin I switch it up.  I let them begin, and eventually I start to laugh, I mean really, how fucking sad you are, thinking you are in control, please.  A lot of them are very surprised and get all pissy, calling Me names like: Bitch, Cunt and so forth which only causes Me to laugh more.  Do you really think that by calling Me those names that it will make Me sad, or feel bad, or even cry?!?!? Fuck no!  I don’t really give a shit what you call Me, doesn’t even bother Me one bit.  By the end of the call they know who is really the Dominant One, and 99% of them call Me back, except when they do, they are no longer trying to play like they are so Dom, oh no, they learned that I am the Goddess, the Mistress and only I do the controlling around here.

Fucking you over one call at a time,

Ms. Koko

Koko Trains a Princess

Tonight I had the distinct pleasure of training a new boy for my collection. It started with me sending him on a shopping trip to pick up a few things for our session together. Just because he was traveling doesn’t mean we couldn’t play as hard as ever. I made good use of his shoes, shoe laces and briefcase to start with. I sent him to the store to buy a cucumber, some twisted pleasure condoms and some grapefruits. I added some ice from the hotel, some mouthwash and some cotton swabs to complete our little cock and ball torture kit and we were ready to play. No one can beat me when it comes to innovation and making good use of the things in the environment. I am the Queen of Resourcefulness when it comes to such things, as my little princess soon found out. If you’d like to hear the details or want to share some experiences of your own, call me and lets play.

Mistress Koko – Queen of the Night

 I am Mistress Koko, Queen of the night. In my Goth Club, Fangrotica, I hold court every night. Last weekend, while people danced to the Electronica music around us, I caught the eyes of a very handsome man across the room. I could tell that he was used to getting his way, especially where women were concerned. But, he took one look at me sitting on my antique throne, and his jaw dropped. He walked as one mesmerized, across the room and towards my throne. He approached the red carpeted dais, and saw that I was surrounded by boys and girls either sitting or on their knees around me. And before I even had to command him to do so, he dropped slowly to one knee before me. His chest heaved. He appeared breathless. His mouth began to open as to speak, but no words came out. I asked him, “Do you have something you wish to say?” Pantingly, he answered “You are a goddess.” This pleased me, as I had not even been forced to attempt to break him yet. I smiled, and asked him “Do you know what it means to serve a vampire goddess?” I asked, as I gently began to put forth my will upon him. He answered “It means to serve you wholeheartedly: body, mind and soul.” I smiled, “And you wish to do this for me?” I asked him. He nodded yes. “Why,” I asked him, “When it could mean death for you.” He replied “Because goddess, one more minute out of your service, will mean certain death for me.” I was well pleased with his answer, and rose from my throne, beckoning him to follow me behind the red velvet curtain. Once within my inner chambers, I had him strip for me, and I attached a black leather collar and lease to his beautifully bare neck. We spent the night, on my antique four post canopy bed. I held his lease and he licked my pussy like a good little bitch. I could tell you more, but if you want the details, this mistress of the dark commands you to call her.

 

My Turn…..

So I know you all think of me as this hard-core bad-ass, and while that may be true

…most of the time…

believe it or not, I do have a softer side.

Although not EXCEPTIONALLY delicate, I can be very nurturing and soft hearted.

Just ask any of my Slaves!!

LOL!

OK, but seriously,  if you have been putting off a session with me because you fear that I will be an unforgiving Mistress, or a heartless bitch, I can assure you that is not the case. Leave your fears in the frey and get to know the KoKo that can warm your soul when the whole world has left you out in the cold.

And I promise, if its still not warm enough for you, I will be more than happy to turn up the HEAT!

😉

Miss K

XOX