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Making you whimper…tease & denial

You know you love to see my pretty titties and cute,round bootalicious booty.  So, being the good girl that I am, I show you anytime don’t I sexy? All you got to do is beg and whimper a lil and I gladly tease the hell out of your rock hard cock.  That is what I do best isn’t it sexy man?  Make those balls heavy and full and your pierced cock start to ache for me.  Of course, I have you tied up in the chair pretty much at my mercy.  You moan, cry and whimper a lil more for this sexy cock tease. “Look how hard I am Sidney can’t you see how swollen and tight my balls are?” you totally cry like a baby! I giggle some more and start to work my tight honey hole with my dildo.  Mmmmm It feels so good! I know you wish this were your big, hard cock going in and out of my tight, hot hole huh?  I pulled it out and licked it in front of you then offered a small sample of my sweet honey for you to lick.  Bet you would really love to tongue fuck me right now wouldn’t you naughty man?

I untied you and allowed you a few slow strokes before denying you once again what you so badly wanted.  That release you have been craving, building up needing to explode.  Nope, not this time.

I will tease and deny you everyday! If I have my way about it and I almost always do.

Kiss Kiss!

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UNWRAPPED

On Christmas Eve, I worked slowly to get myself ready. I knew I had plenty of time. My guy was playing with his band at a local holiday party, and he wouldn’t be home until a bit after midnight. I’d told him that I wasn’t in the mood for a party, but that wasn’t the truth at all. I was definitely in the mood for a party — but only for a party of two, and by the time he returned home, I would be fully prepared.

Standing in front of my vanity, I did my make-up first, using black mascara to emphasize my big, blue eyes before adding a glossy ruby lipstick. My long blonde hair was let down loose and falling free around my face. I looked taller with my hair like that, and out of the ordinary. That was my goal — I did not want to appear like his regular girlfriend with the standard ponytail and natural looking make-up. I wanted to transform myself into someone festive and magical, a glittery sex angel ready to make his kinkiest wishes come true.

For clothes, I had chosen a Christmas white babydoll nitey trimmed with satin and matching G-string. On top of the naughty knickers, I buckled a sleek leather harness with a brand-new silicone cock. I wasn’t going for an androgenous appearance, turning myself into a man who was hot to fuck my beau — not tonight, anyway. For this erotic event, I simply wanted to be his sexy girlfriend — but one who sported a cock as long and hard as West had ever dreamed about. And I knew all about those dreams. Visions of sugar plums didn’t dance in my man’s head. X-rated images of me with a strap-on were what gave him pleasure in bed.

My heels were high and trimmed with tiny silver bells, so that I jingled whenever I walked. I strode around the apartment, feeling the arousal build inside of me as I made my way from room to room. This was going to be amazing, an evening to top all others. I lit twisted ivory candles on the mantle, then checked the clock in the center. Nearly time! I hoped he wouldn’t be too late. I was as excited as a little kid waiting for Santa Claus.

When I heard his key in the lock, I slid into the gold lamé robe that was my final touch for the festive outfit. I wrapped the tie tightly around my slim waist, but it did nothing to hide the sexy bulge beneath. That was fine. I wanted him to see that bulge. I wanted him to understand. I faced away from the door, acting as if I were straightening the Christmas stockings.

“Hey, baby,” he said, coming behind me and grabbing me in his standard bear-hug embrace. “Why are you all dolled up?”

I turned to face him, and I could see the surprise in his eyes when he felt my own surprise against his thigh.

“It’s Christmas,” I told him. “See? It’s after midnight.” I motioned to the mantle clock. “I wanted to give you your present now.”

“My present –” he stammered as I took one of his big hands and placed it on the front of my robe. He knew what to do, even if he couldn’t fully speak. His hand stroked my cock through the glittery fabric, and I watched him swallow hard.

“My present,” he said again, his voice no longer holding a questioning tone. It was clear to me that he realized what I had in store.

“You’ve been so very naughty this year,” I grinned at him. “Santa prepared a special gift for you.”

“Special –” he repeated as I pushed him back onto the sofa and watched him stumble into a sitting position among our many over-stuffed pillows.

I walked in my jingling stride back to the mantle where the stockings had been hung, and I pulled out a package decoratively wrapped in silver and gold. I handed it to my sweetie, but he just sat there, staring at me.

“Open it,” I instructed, realizing that I was going to have to lead him through all of the evening’s events. Still unsure, he looked down at the box in his hands, then back at me, and then finally he tore into the wrapping and ripped off the box top, quickly revealing a pair of fur-lined cuffs.

“Take off your clothes,” I told him next. “Everything but your boxers.”

He didn’t need any additional prompting. He stripped off his boots, slacks, shirt and blazer, and then immediately held his wrists in front of him. He was nervous; I could tell. But he was excited, too. That much was obvious from the way his green eyes watched every motion I made. I captured him easily, then returned to my stockings filled with tricks. From the second one, I pulled out a another package.

“You’ll have to unwrap that,” he said, attempting a joke as he indicated his cuffed wrists. While he watched, I shredded the shiny paper to reveal a large bottle of expensive lube. I saw his dark eyes grow big.

“Are you ready for your big present?” I asked.

He nodded slowly.

“I’ll unwrap it for you,” I told him kindly, pulling the tie on my robe and letting it fall open. He groaned when he saw my cock. He’d known its presence, but seeing it right there, standing away from my body like that, made him understand how real this evening was.

“All right, naughty boy,” I murmured to him. “Now, it’s time for me to unwrap my present.” I worked his boxers down bit by bit, watching excitedly as his erection sprang free. Then I locked his cock between my full lips and gave him a few slow sucks. He groaned appreciatively, settling back into our deep sofa as I worked him. I took my time, licking his shaft up and down before turning my attention to his balls. I cradled each one in my mouth, then cupped both together between my lips and flicked my tongue against them. He started to breathe faster and faster as I played with him, and he set his handcuffed wrists against the back of my head, helping me set the rhythm.

“Oh, Candee,” he whispered. “Candee. That feels so good.”

“It’s going to feel even better,” I assured him. “Now, roll over for me, baby…”

He didn’t move. I could tell that he wanted to, but he was scared.

“Don’t worry,” I assured him. “This is something I want, too.”

Quietly, he rolled over, his knees on the floor, ass to me, elbows bent and cuffed wrists near his face. I got the bottle of lube and poured a generous amount into the palm of my hand. Slowly and gently I readied him for my toy, rubbing my fingers between his asscheeks and then in delicious circles around his opening. He lifted his hips each time I touched his anus, and when I put one hand beneath him to feel his cock, he was already dripping pre-come.

Recalling how I feel in the same position, I took my time. I massaged and teased, taunting him with little dips of my fingertips inside his ass until he couldn’t stand it any longer.

“Please,” he begged me. “Please, baby…”

I knew he was ready, and I was definitely ready, so I parted the cheeks of his ass and slid just the head of the cock forward. He groaned and turned his head to the side. I saw that his eyes were shut tight. I ruffled his blonde hair lightly, reminding him that this was me, his loving girlfriend. That he didn’t need to hide behind closed lids. Then I pushed forward a bit more with my hips, sliding the cock deeper inside him. Or, rather, my cock deeper. I felt as if I’d joined with the toy, become one with the synthetic object.

I fucked him the way I like him to fuck me, long and slow at first, going in a bit deeper with each thrust. Then, as I got into the groove, I worked him a bit harder, gripping onto his hips for leverage as I took him. West started to make noises that I’d never hear from him. Low, harsh grunts that let me know how turned on he was. He panted with each thrust forward, and groaned as I pulled back out.

“I’m going to –” he said, his voice a husky whisper.

“Not yet,” I insisted, and now I gripped under his body and started to milk his cock in time with the ass-fucking I was giving him. In and out, stroke and hold. I made him shudder all over as he tried to desperately to reign himself in.

As I fucked him, I thought about how he had confessed this fantasy to me. Late one night after Thanksgiving, we’d curled around each other and revealed our deepest secrets. I’d felt as if he’d unwrapped his inner soul for me, showing me who he was for real. Now, in the middle of the living room, amidst scraps of the glittering wrapping paper, we were as naked for each other as we could possibly be, completely and utterly unwrapped for one another.

When I could tell he was at his very limits, I said, “All right, baby –” and he came in great shivering gasps, bucking and coming as I jacked him off.

We lay there together, connected, until our breathing grew steady once again. Then I pulled out and tucked myself back into my robe, adjusting the tie but leaving my cock in place.

“So Santa arranged for all of this?” he smiled at me as I unlocked the cuffs.

“Yes,” I nodded. “All the way from the North Pole.

“Well, Santa can always use a little extra help,” he grinned, wrapping me tightly in his arms.

What is your’ darkest fantasy? Would you like to share it with me? I can make it come true baby. Call me and

let me take you there. Let me unwrap you!

HO HO HO

CANDEE  

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Let’s Play Dress Up

I know that all of you sissies out there love to dress up and play with your toys!  Me too!  And I am in the mood for a dress up party!  Let’s go shopping first – we can even share a dressing room mmmmmmm yummy you can dress me and I can dress you.  We can have a little fun together in the dressing room and then we can go to a club and show off to the guys a little bit!  Then a few guys and a few drinks later, we can go back to my place and dress up in some sexy lingerie or a special outfit picked out just for me and you and have some fun of our own!  My favorite color is pink (can’t you tell?), what’s yours?  Let’s have some dress up fun together!

A Slut and Bitch, Kind of Like Jekyl and Hyde

 As you can tell by reading some of my blogs, I can be soft and sweet and sensual, but I can also be a hard, merciless BITCH and everything in between.  And I am the best TEASE in the world, I can make you ache so bad that you are truly BEGGING for your release when I am almost done with you, whether it is sweet agony or sweet torture!  I can suck the lifeblood out of your cock and balls like a soft wet vacuum or bind them up snug and tight with a couple of rubber bands until you’re writhing in agony.  You and I both know what you like, what you really need.  And that’s me!  I will say to my bitch boys and sissies out there that I am not very pleased that you didn’t call me last week.  You know when that happens that you will be punished.  I don’t think that you want to risk that.  And to my cucks and for those who miss my sensual side – well, they know EXACTLY what they’re missing!  So there is no excuse for any of you not to pick up that phone and call me!

Long Time No Fuck, Old Friend

Boys, believe it or not, I used to be submissive.  Yes, those were the days.  But after having so many Doms and Masters tell me that I wasn’t sub enough and definitely NOT a slave, I got formally trained as a Domme and Mistress under a fantastic Training Master.

 Prior to being in the D/s lifestyle, I considered myself to be vanilla with submissive tendencies.  I have an old African-American friend from school who I have always known to be the only person (male in particular) who could ever truly dominate me and it came as a surprise to me when it happened for the first time in our youth in school.

To get to my point now, this friend wanted to come to visit me a couple of weeks ago here in Ft. Lauderdale.  He knew about my transformation over the years because we have stayed in touch.  So when we came back to my place his first night here, I thought we might have some hot vanilla sex, which I could have enjoyed with him but he turned the tables on me, figuratively speaking, and he made great use of my dungeon all weekend, topping me constantly, even down to ordering my meals when we ate out.   Mmmmm, I was feeling deliciously sore and well used (especially by his big, black cock) by the time he left me that Sunday night, definitely a switch for me that weekend.  I won’t forget it anytime soon!

Delve Into Darkness

Let go of your inhibitions, your fears and your sense of what is right.  Do what feels good.  You know what that is.  It’s opening yourself up to a world of hidden desires, unimaginative kink and a sweet mixture of pleasure and pain.  Don’t hold back because I don’t.  I want to hear your screams as I take you to that next level.  Are you afraid to admit what you really want?  Knowing that once those words escape your lips there is no going back.  But you don’t want the vanilla world do you?  You want to be tormented, forced to do whatever I tell you to.  You need to let go.  Take that step and delve into the darkness you need.

We’re Not Here For You

Some of you subs have forgotten your place in my world.  Let’s clear some things up.  I am never and I mean never here for your pleasure.  So get over it.  You are here for my amusement no matter what the task may be, no matter how trivial or how degrading.  I don’t care that your coworkers may find out how much a pansy ass you are.  That’s not my problem.  I don’t care that your wife might hear you on the phone begging to serve me.  Chances are she already knows what a fucking loser maggot you are.  Once you’ve gotten this through your thick head then I think things will be just fine………for me.  As far as your chances at happiness, well don’t hold your breath, unless of course I tell you to!

My Kinda Candy Apple

Halloween parties are the best.   I get to bring my little slave boys out into the open and everyone thinks it is just a cute little party gag, them being bound and shackled and with dog collars and leashes on, me whipping them in my leather outfit.   Little do they know that these little pricks are getting their jollies off while I dominate my little bitches.  My plan is to have a stable of my slaves to do my bidding at the party this year.  I am taking recruits right now and you will desperately call me to beg for my approval and to become part of my stable.   I will really enjoy when my stable makes my own version of a candy apple, marked by at least sex cum baths all over it for me to enjoy.   Time is of the essence boys, start calling now or miss out.

Spooky Sexy Time Problems

What should I be for Halloween?   I can go old school and go as Carrie or a dead bride or a ghost.  I always loved to get all done up as a witch with the green makeup and the pointy hat and I even used to carry a broom around! LOL Those were the days.   But then I found out what Halloween really is for us ladies, a day we can whore it up and not have the other bitches judge us!   This is why I am deciding on what to wear, it is between the naughty little school girl with my thigh high stockings, plaid skirt, sweater and pig tails, or is it going to be a little devil woman with barely anything covering my hard nipples and ample breasts and what is bound to be a wet pussy if these guys (and girls) do what they typically do and sexify Halloween up.   I can’t decide!  I don’t have much time left and the party is this weekend.   I don’t want any candy (unless it is your lollipop) but I do want to get fucked so help me , please tell me what to wear! I am desperate and would do anything, I mean anything, for help deciding!

Don’t Piss Me Off

My little slave boy got home early one afternoon. I was in the shower and my roommate was away. He walked down the hall and I was there with the door open a couple of inches. He looked at me via the mirror and saw me with one leg up on the edge of the tub, shaving. I moved my way up and began to shave my pussy not leaving a single tiny little hair. I knew he was there and I could see his cock starting to stir. I jumped back in the tub and let the shower wash away the soap and hair. I finally acted like I just saw him and commanded him to come in and directed him to strip since has now seen me, I demand to see him. His face was flush and he began to disrobe. I told him to put his hands on the shower rod and took a pair of pantyhose and tied his wrist to it. I leaned in and told him not to go anywhere, laughing in a maniacle tone when I left the bathroom. I went to get my belt and when I returned a few minutes later, I instantly unloaded and started the belt lashing against his exposed ass. After he begged me to stop, I lashed harder for at least 10 more times. I then threw down the belt by his puny little legs and puled out my black vibrator about eight inches long and thick and started to pouring baby oil on it. He begged me not to use that one on him but I did not care, I started to rub it up and down his little tight ass and I then thrust it in his virgin ass. I worked it in slowly at first then faster and harder after about ten minutes I reached around and put a leather shoe string around his balls and dick. I would have just lefted the poor bastard there that way but that is no fun. I like to see pain but still want my reward of having myself satisfied. How will you satisfy me. Answer me wrong and you will be punished more than he was, to an extent that you do not want to imagine.