Hello all you nasty little sluts! If you want to call me, you will do as I say or you will be punished! I want you on your knees, because you’re going to suck my pussy and it better be damn good! You will fuck me with my many different dildos that I keep in my toy box. (which is very large!) You will never be allowed to put your filthy cock in my velvety soft, wet pussy. I may let you jerk your cock off while you do.so, If youre lucky I will let you taste my wet, juicy cum as it drips out of my sweet pussy. That is, if you are talented enough to make me cum! I will make you get down on your knees so I can slide my big strapon cock into your tight asshole. But first, I will have to grease your tight little fuck hole up with one of my many yummy lubes! Are you begging for it? I will slip on my rubber gloves so I dont’ get your nasty stink on my hands. I may make you get down on your knees on my window seat so the whole world can see me fuck your asshole with my dildos. Now wouldn’t you enjoy that you little slut????
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Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not a man nor a mouse.
The slaves hung their collars on hooks in the hall,
In hope that their Master would pay them a call.
Secured all the bindings; tightened ropes with a jerk.
Then a cruel smile crossed over his bright lips,
And he admired his work with his hands on his hips.
Submissive`s were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of chastisement danced in their heads.
While some settled in for a long winter’s nap,
I tried self-bondage with red Saran Wrap.
When out in the hall, there arose such a clatter,
I tried to escape and see what was the matter.
Pocket knife and scissors were just out of reach,
And I felt like a whale washed up on the beach.
fell off the bed then and onto the floor,
When I heard the soft creaking of my bedroom door.
Mummified, helpless, I shivered with fear,
The sound of large boots drawing ever so near.
Then a gloved hand caressed me and brought me such calm,
I knew in a moment it must be my Dom.
But in moments he had me tied fast to the bed,
With my butt in the air and a hood on my head.
Then flogger, then paddle, then strap, and then cane,
Clothespins and lead weights, hot wax and cold chains.
From the top of my head to the tip of my toes,
My flesh stung and tingled and reddened to rose.
I heard the wind whistle: the bullwhip let fly,
It was all I could do to stifle a cry.
And just when I thought I could take it no more,
He stopped, and was quiet. O what was in store?
And then, in a twinkling, I heard his warm voice,
My safe word unneeded, he stopped at his choice.
He untied my hands, and turned me around,
Took off my blindfold, and I was unbound.
He was dressed all in black, from his gloves to his shoes,
And he gave me that look I can never refuse.
A bundle of toys had been stuffed in his pack,
To bind me and beat me — a Christmas Eve snack.
His eyes — how they twinkled! His dimples how merry!
His smile was seductive, and a little bit scary!
He next had me hog tied, drawn up like a bow,
And put clamps on my nipples to ad d to my woe.
With a sharp sprig of holly clenched tight in my teeth,
He adorned me to look like a bright Christmas wreath.
He dumped out his bag – a shower of things,
From dildos to talons to harsh nipple rings.
And there an extension cord dead in my sights,
It wasn’t for plugging in Christmas tree lights.
A wink of his eye and a nod of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had something to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
Then he packed up his things, and moved to the door,
Was he planning to leave me? Would he come back for more?
And I heard him exclaim, as he moved out of sight,
“HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOODNIGHT.”
I have been divorced all of my son’s life. I have always loved my son. To me he is everything to and I’d bend over backwards to do whatever is in his best interest. There is no boundries to what I’d do to make my son happy. That promise stems from me wanting my son sexually since he was just an infant. I have never had a good male in her life. My father left, and my Ex husband never treated me as he should have. Once he found out I was pregnant he bolted from the scene never to be heard from again, The only man I have had in my life has been my son. I have battled feelings of lust for years. As noted before I have wanted my own son since he was an infant but fear, guilt, and shame have prevented me from acting upon my desires, though I have had sexual fantasies about him for as long as I can remember and I masturbate to him constantly. I even had a dildo made especially for his cock and named it after him. It is my favorite toy and I use it I cum like I never thought I could. My orgasm is powerful and somehow I feel connected to him even though they we have yet to fuck and I so want to molest my son’s cock, it’s a burning desire.
At the same time I feel immense guilt for my perverted feelings. I have never confessed them to anyone until now. much I fear my son will not understand my lust or her love. I feel as if I am betraying him and will scar him forever and then he will hate me. I know by doing this it’s the ultimate sin and that I am a pedophile for even thinking such thoughts and yet just hearing his name in a casual conversation with friends makes me think of him in a lustful way. It’s no surprise I spend nights agonizing, stressing and crying about these mixed twisted emotions. I know that when and if first see and molest my son’s cock I will so overcome with emotion I may not even know what to do. Is it finally happening or iss this a dream that I will cruelly wake up from to find it’s not real?
I finally got tired of waiting for that pathetic little princess and had to blow off some steam. My victim, though unprepared, took the greatest pleasure in submitting to me…little whore that she was. I must admit, it wasnt as much fun as torturing poor Tiff, but it was not without its merits. I did some experimenting for my next session with the princess, and I think she will be pleasantly disturbed!! Bound, placed on the rack, sensory deprivation, save for some delicious pussy and tit pumps. I do believe she found the true meaning of her existance pleasing me.
Isn’t that right Tiff?
Jealous yet?
I went to a football game with my friends recently and I must say we had a damn good time. We tailgated, ate great food and drank lots of beer. We were playing an old rival and the weather was shitty. It rained all day and by the time the game was over everyone was soaked (some of us in more places than others). We won the game that day and afterward all of us headed back to the parking lot where one member of the tailgate had an RV set up. As mentioned before it was raining like hell so we were all very wet, but I was wetter than most. Not only was my hair wet, my coat soaked and my pants damp, my pussy was throbbing. All of the men in our group just love flirting with beautiful women and all this attention had my pussy dripping. I kept envisioning all the men with their cocks out as I took turns sucking them off one by one milking their balls dry. We have a few former football players among us so I know they have big thick cocks with creamy loads and I wanted them to cream my cunt so bad. It was all I could do to keep from rubbing my pussy in the parking lot and just as my fantasy grew in my mind a guy called out. I seemed to be in a trance and I looked up at once and walked over to him. I smiled and said hello and he offered me a beer which I accepted. “Listen Elise I brought my buddy “J”; this is his first road trip, anyway he’s a pretty cool cat, why don’t you clear the RV and take him inside and give him a lap dance?” I had never met the man but it was like a dream cum true and certainly an offer I couldn’t pass up. I walked over to where he was standing and our mutual friend introduced us. As we talked he walked away to clear the RV and I seized the opportunity. “Come on babe, let’s go in here and get out of the rain.” He looked at me abruptly as if he couldn’t believe his luck and we walked inside and closed the door. Once we dried off best we could we decided wet clothes were no fun and so he took off his coat, t-shirt and jeans in quick order and sat them by a heater to dry, as I did the same. I had on far less clothing and in 30 seconds my breasts were out, my nipples hard and my bare pussy dripping. He just stared in amazement and I saw his prick spring to life despite how cold and wet we both were. “Like what you see baby?” He nodded and I sat him back on the couch running my hands down his chest. I straddled him so my pussy grinded against his cock and my tits were buried in his face. I gave him the best lap dance he’ll ever have and his cock just got harder and harder pre-cum oozing out. Finally I back off, and slid his boxers off and he didn’t stop me. What a pretty sight! His cock was bigger and thicker than I would’ve dared imagine and I straddled him again and swayed my ass into his hips. Now my wet cunt was grinding on the head of his meat pole. He was massaging my tits cupping them in his hand and sucking my nipples hard. I reached back with my hand and guided his dick in my cunt. I was so tight and wet, I needed satisfaction now. Once inside his cock wrapped around my pussy muscles tight. It was a perfect fit. I rode his cock hard going up and down hard and fast as his balls plowed into my pussy. It only took one light touch of my clit by his thick cock and I was cumming like mad. Juices squirted all over his cock and beyond but I kept riding him I wanted him to bust a nut in my cunt. We switched positions several times only so he could penetrate my cunt again and as I rode him reverse cow-girl he spanked my ass and I grinded my pussy deep into his cock placing my feet firmly on his thighs and pressing down to ensure all of his cock was inside me. I exploded several more times and he had yet to cum which I knew meant an explosion was on the way, and sure enough as I went down on his cock harder than ever he pulsed and grabbed my ass tight digging his nails in for support. Ahh he was cumming but this was unlike any orgasm ever. He just kept breathing hard and pulsing and I felt a stream of ho cum fill my cunt. Finally the tide wave subsided and as he pulled his dripping cock out of my hole jizz leaked out I was so full. I cleaned all the cum from his cock naking sure he was nice and dry and then we got our clothes and re-joined the party.
I just love Halloween. Ya know why? Cuz it allows me to be the wolf in sheeps clothing. Dressing up in a silly little costume, my victims fall prey to the assumed innocence of the holiday.Everyone is pretending to be something they are not…myself included, you ignorant little shits!Start talking your naughty smack to me about how you always wanted to try something twisted, some dark perversion.How you wanted to dabble in the occult not just some white cake fantasy, but a dream truly rooted in evil. You think I am kidding. Until you hit the bottom step of my basement lair and realize what a HUGE mistake you have made. You turn, with a nervous smile, and stammer that there must be some misunderstanding. I smile in turn, but there is a wickedness in it that makes you begin to sweat…as I close the door, and lock it.
…a nervous laugh escapes your lips….and at that moment we both know that was the final escape of the evening…
Gasp!!!
hahahahahahahahaaaa!
Idiot
I have cum to the conclusion that I really am a dirty whore. Lately I have been fantasizing a LOT about some guy just snatching me up and kidnapping me, tieing me up and taking me to some secluded spot and just raping the fuck out of me. Not just because I want to be fucked hard, but I really want to experience being beat up a bit, forced to do nasty stuff, scared to death.
I just know the fear and adrenalyn rush is going to make me cum a huge orgasm. To be blindfolded, not able to see anything. Not knowing what is coming next. Being slowly tortured as you use up all of my holes….Just thinking about it has me needing to rub my pussy right now…..
As I walk down the hallway at work to finally head home after a long day I get chills down my back. I always do when going home so late. Paranoid, looking around every corner, suspicious of every shadow.
I realized a long time ago its not fear, its apprehension. Or actually a “wish” factor. I wish one day while leaving the office some strange man would grab me from behind, just as I am entering the elevator. I fantasize that I can smell his cologne, the tooth paste on his breath while he whispers to me not to scream. The shoe polish from his shoes. The heat from his body as he is pushed up against my body from behind. The anticipation is building. I can smell pure testosterone in the air, that mixed with the slight musk of adrenalyn. He pushes his groin against me and through his pants I feel an erection of steel.
His finger nails dig in to my arm slightly as he leans over to stop the elevator. I think to myself that no one will notice the elevator stopped, everyone has went home. He covers my eyes with something, tieing it around my head like a blindfold.
I hear fabric rip, I feel his hands on my breasts, my shirt gaping wide open now.
Call me to be my fantasy rapist 🙂





























































































































































































