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I own you.
Worship Every Inch of Me!
Get down on your knees slave.
You think you can top me from the bottom?
Drop to your knees. I will remind you where you belong, at my feet.
Little slave, lick my boots. Lick them clean. You are a pathetic little worm. Smell that leather. Rub your cock on my boots, but if you get any cum on them, you are going to lick up every drop!
You obey. You serve. You adore me!
Mistress Koko
I know I have the reputation as the sexy yet sweet girl next door. We all have dark secrets we keep for special occasions. My secret is that once a month I go to a Fetish Ball. That is when my devious side comes out complete in latex and leather. Usually I am more on the submissive side but not on Fetish Night.
This is the place and the night the ladies have control. It is by invitation only to avoid any confusion by gentlemen who are normally in control. I know you work hard all week telling people what to do. It can be very tiresome, can’t it? Why not let your imagination run wild and do things you have always thought about?
I did say it was invitation only so I am sending you one by way of my blog. Call me and mention this blog for a 30 minute call for $50.00. Tell me slut what is your wildest fantasy. Would you enjoy a bit of pain with your pleasure? Maybe you have always wanted to put on some sexy lingerie and be taken like a bitch? Tell me your secrets, since I told you mine!
I see you are at my club again waiting for a dance. I really do love maxing out all your credit cards and leaving you crying because you still didn’t get to climax. Shouldn’t you be home helping your wife give out candy to the little trick or treaters? I see, you expect a treat from me it being Halloween and all.
You know where the VIP room is so leave your wallet with the bouncer and meet me there. Let me frisk you to be sure you have held nothing back as tonight I am going to break you more than just financially. I do notice that pesky cock is hard again. Strip and do it now if you want that treat.
Down on your knees and lick my beautiful cunt till I tell you to stop. How does my flogger feel on your balls? It hurts so good, yes? I am done with your mouth so stay on your knees and spread your legs. You are a pathetic loser, aren’t you. I intend to kick your balls with my boot heels over and over again till those worthless hanging pieces of flesh fall off. Everytime I kick I notify the desk to run your card again. By the time I am done busting your balls you will have no money, or balls. Happy Halloween you fucking loser.
Ball Busting Brianna
I have this incredible desire for boots. My closet is filled with boxes on top of boxes. Some are soft leather to my pale firm thighs, some patent with fetish ballet heels, some combat boots when I am in an ass kicking mood but no matter which ones I feel uber sexy wearing them.
It does always come down to one thing “snickers”, I have the urge to bust men’s balls when in them. We meet in a club and you have bought me drinks all night. It is now hotel motel time and you sure as fuck aren’t coming to my home. I make you rent us a posh hotel where you won’t be spending the night.
Once in our room I tease you buy slowly stripping off my corset and latex pants. You are go eager to be with a hot goth bitch you will do anything. With just my boots on I sit on your face demanding you make me cum over and over. I am totally satisfied and almost ready to get rid of your ass but there is just that one thing to complete my night.
You are laying on the bed waiting, hoping for at least a blowjob but instead I take my boot heel and smash it hard on your cum filled balls. First kick takes your breath away, the second has you doubled over and whimpering like a dog. After the third kick I fear you might need a trip to the emergency room. Awesome fucking night for me and not so much for you. Too fucking bad, loser.
Trouble came like it had fallen from the sky
Wearing black leather boots pulled way up high
He called telling me we had very little time and to please put on my highest black boots and nothing else. I could have done exactly what he requested but I wanted to show him I can be the one in charge, the one he worships and serves in the most decadent way like the most expensive caviar. I quickly slipped on the boots my skin soft with the scent of Sinner, a pair of opera gloves and a under bust corset pushing my pale round mounds up almost to my chin. It was raining so I put on a short little black plastic raincoat and rushed to his waiting mouth.
When I arrived at his office he was laying on the couch naked and waiting. The look on his face was nothing short of animal lust when I took off my raincoat. I sat on him with his beautiful, thick hard cock against my dripping, creamy cunt. His liquid desire was already dripping against my pussy and down to my thighs. I fed him my erect nipples as he sucked with a hunger my sweet milk could only quench. The harder he sucked the more excited I became with my clit throbbing and cunt aching to be filled.
It was time to take what I wanted. Balancing on the stiletto heels of my thigh high black boots I slowly slide down on his beautiful cock. He kept nursing the sweet milk from my nipples as I slowly went down his cock making circles with my hips. I knew I couldn’t hold back very long with his amazing cock pumping with me in rhythm and us both sucking on my full nipples. We came together in a way that was a mixture of lust, love, passion and longing. His meeting was about to start so I hurried to get myself together and leave. He told me not to rush and he would see me soon. I took a pair of heels with me so I could leave him a memory.
Trouble left without a sound
Them black leather boots just laying on the ground
I have a lovely necklace that is just a B. One of my slaves presented it to me as an offering. I do wonder if the B really stood for Bitch or Bondage. No matter as they both suit me. I was out the other night just dressed in jeans a corset and boots. Nothing really telling of who I am. Sipping Pernod, reading and enjoying the night air. Several gentlemen approached me intruding on my personal space and tying to guess what B stood for.
Rather then have to be the one to leave I answered with a look that would scare most men away, and trust me it did. Around 11 pm a rather interesting looking man approached me with a Pernod and a business card. The card had the words ” I am interested” on the back. About an hour later I called him asking if he knew what he was getting into. We made plans to meet that night at a old, rather seedy hotel. Sometimes, it is sleaze that does it for me.
When I arrived he was already tightly wrapped in plastic. A very quiet but beautiful woman smiled at me explaining she had him ready for me. Her only request is that she watch as Mistress fucks her immobilized husband. My pleasure.
At first glance of me fresh from the shower I look like the girl next door. During the day it is business as usual in a pair of worn tight shorts and a tank. Maybe washing my car, shopping, working out, gardening. All the things a woman normally does. No one really knows who it is behind my Gucci shades. Just a beautiful woman in a normal relationship. Men and woman stare I smile and go about my routine. Time to meet the husband for dinner while he is in town. Martini’s at the club after as usual. His driver drops me off at our home, then my husband at the airport.
I do have secrets and so very many. Locked away in a huge trunk of clothing is sexy, hot, dirty and just plain slutty clothes my husband has no idea about. He never questions the charges from Erotic Cabaret or Misbehaving. He hasn’t the time or the time for me.
In the warehouse district is a huge building with just the letter Q. There is no activity during the day, people assume it is vacant. At night the area is deserted so no one sees the men being dropped off my their drivers or the woman in full fetish gear entering the building.
As you enter you are greeted by a incredibly beautiful woman. She hands you the poison of your choice and calls your company for the evening. If you have requested sensual domination you will, if luck is with you get me. I meet you in a latex gown slit to my hip. I tower over you in 8 inch ballet stilettos heels. Once we are in my playroom you are mine. We talk quietly as you finish your drink. You stare more than is permitted with me and I slap your face. You look up at me weakly begging to make things right or be tossed out. I demand you lick my dress and you eagerly do, Your tongue has made it’s way to the slit in my dress that looks painted on. “Good boy” I say, “now find your way to my dripping pussy”. I grab your hair and start grinding on your tongue. I pull away and you beg for more. I slowly take off my dress, and am down to my heels.
We are now joined by my submissive partner here. We are always asked for as a twosome. She smiles seeing you on your knees stroking your cock at my command and then stopping. You are far from reaching your orgasm, this will be a very long edging for you. I lay on my stomach as you watch her worship my round beautiful ass. She demands you get beside her and teaches you the correct way to lick. You lick deeper and she begins to suck on my perfect big tits. She slides a finger deep in my cunt as you both bring me to a screaming orgasm. Now you may join us on the bed.
I love all my pretty lingerie. I mean a girl just can’t have enough pretty things. One of my daddy’s business partners keeps sending me gift cards from La Vie En Rose. I really love their things. Everything is so soft, sexy and pretty.
It is just me daddy so when daddy travels he has Uncle Jack stay with me. I am old enough to stay on my own but I always have such fun with Uncle Jack. I feel sometimes like he is just one of the girls. That can’t be right though, can it? I mean he has never hit on me like most of the older men that come over. I figured tonight was going to be really special because Uncle Jack said he wanted me to be his lovely little Valentine tonight.
I found a huge box on the kitchen table when I got home. It was wrapped in shiny red paper with pink hearts. My heart was beating so fast I ripped it right open. Now I was confused. There was a latex red corset, red thigh high boots, a tiny red g-string and red seamed stockings. Under all the fetish clothes was a big red strap-on. In the box was a note.
Dear Mistress Amanda,
Please put everything on, if you would goddess. Meet me in the downstairs den. Be my Valentine, Uncle Jack.
I got dressed. I felt so excited yet confused. I felt like one of the girls in the bondage movies I am not supposed to watch. Part way down the stairs there was another red wrapped box. I opened it to find nipple clamps, a flogger and a red silk blindfold and a collar and leash. There was Uncle Jack standing in the middle of the room dressed just like me minus the strap-on. He had lots of make-up on and a long blonde wig. Suddenly I felt like never before, I felt empowered, excited, and most of all like I was ready be in charge of him. I whipped the air with the flogger hearing the awesome cracking sound. I told him to crawl to me on his knees and get ready to be collared. ” Yes, Goddess Amanda”, he said.
Want to know more about how I made Uncle Jack my little sissy bitch? I am quite willing to tell all. If you want to be my bitch make sure you are prepared and give me a call for a night you will never forget.
Happy Valentine’s Day sluts. Your young Goddess, Amanda
I am going to a once a year Fetish ball. It is the one special thing I do for Anthony for being a very good servant to me. He is my maid, cook, and over all cleaning up my messes servant. He has been so loyal that it is my present to him. He has been with me since I left home at sixteen. He tried to molest me but poor pathetic little loser could not get his little pin dick hard for someone as old as me.
At the end of the night there is an auction to bid on a special little boy or girl to bring home with us. Anthony used to pretend he wanted a little girl but in the end it is a boy that makes a little puffiness in his pink panties. While strong to help me he looks pretty much like a woman at this point. A used crack whore kind of woman but most men can’t tell when he is sucking their cocks he is a man. I am in a latex gown and 8 inch stiletto boots. Anthony doesn’t need a wig any more as his hair is long. He is in full make up, in a little pink frilly dress and collared. I let him snort a line off my boot and rest is for me. He crawls out to the black limo that is waiting for us. He is to be on his knees the whole time. Till the auction he is to suck cock and get his ass fucked and fisted by all that please. I love to see him giggle like a little girl at all the big cock that is there. He is such a sissy slut cum dump. The night is going awesome and I am so fucking high. It is almost time for the auction.
Everyone has left except for the twisted, depraved pervs here for the child auction. I do another line and wait as the children are brought out and lined up. How degraded and confused they must feel. This is Anthony’s night so I hold my excitement and let him pick. He seems to have his depraved girly little black heart craving a blonde boy of about 6. He is adorable with a fragile little pale body. He is told to present his little dick to the buyers and Anthony just swoons. Things are taken care of the the little boy is bundled up and taken out to the limo. I give the boy something to knock him out till we get home.
Once in the house Anthony takes him to his room in the attic. He lays him down on his bed and comes down to thank me. I tell him what a sick, twisted pathetic excuse for a man he is. I spit on him and tell him the sight of him makes me want to vomit. He gets down on his knees, kisses my boots and retreats to the attic.
You have been begging me for months for a date with me. First of all I don’t “DO ” dates. Are you trying to bore me to death? The blue roses you left at my door died, the Sinner perfume you bought me, well I have 8 bottles already. You left me Hills absinthe, gross I get mine sent from France. The Hades boots were perfect, buy me a few more pairs. Okay, so much for what you can buy me to please or piss me the fuck off. Time to get down to what I really want from you.
You will worship me as the Goddess I am. When I say “jump” you will ask how high, when I tell you to lick my boots, you will lick them. I don’t want to hear you whine about where my heel has just been, just do what the fuck I demand. If I tell you to cut your thigh for me to lick, you will do it. Are you starting to understand me now, Worm? You are not a real man and will never be worthy of me, never. You twat face are about to taste the cum of someone who is worthy. Down on your pathetic knees, loser. Clean the cum out of my tight pale ass. Now, stick your tongue way in and scoop all his cum out. There you go you little maggot. How do we taste? Now off to the hole you can out of and next time you will do a better job, if not that is your last change at serving me.
Are you man enough to please Goddess Ivy, or a cunt to trample under my boot heels?
