Do you have what it takes? Can you suffer for me with gratitude? I require excellence in my servants and I’m looking for the toy that earns the privilege of my disdain.
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I just love Goth Night at my favorite dance club. There is just so many victims to toy with. Tonight I am wearing my black latex corset with the big red cross and matching micro mini. My sissy slave helps me dress and get into my thigh high boots. I always give him a kick with my heels just so he knows not to forget who owns him before I leave. Tonight it will be my glow in the dark blue contacts. I laugh as they ask if I am a vampire or say “if this is dead, I want to be dead” I sit at the bar sipping my glass of absinthe looking around for a worthy accomplice to join me in the depravity of the night. It is a slow night, maybe I will just take someone home on my own. Dana Dark is playing my song so it is time to do my dance of seduction. They stare at me as I move my hips, bat at spider webs that aren’t there and grind down onto the floor. Sometimes when I dance I am in my own world, but not tonight. Tonight I am looking for my prey. After a bit a man about thirty slips up beside me and starts to dance. I pretend interest as I dance with him, licking my blood red lips and he stares at me with lust. As I leave the dance floor he follows like a love struck puppy. He asks me my name and I just say come with me outside. I pull out a clove and he lights it like a good boy. I tell him I am bored and the absinthe is dreadful here so I am going home. I tell him he is welcome if he wants to join me. We get to my house and as he uses the restroom I slip a little something into his drink. He takes a sip and starts to fall into a quick slumber. With the help of my sissy slave I take him to my basement and hand cuff him to the red velvet couch. As he wakes confused I am standing over him. I am hungry I tell him and you are my dinner. Now I know what you may be thinking. Of course, I know I am not a vampire but the taste of blood makes me wet, so very very wet. I take a shiny jewel handled knife and cut off his shirt. I can smell fear, it excites me more than I can explain. I then take the knife and drag it down his chest to his flat stomach. Interesting how hard his cock looks through his pants. I make a small cut under his navel and slowly trace it with my tongue. I am getting wetter by the minute as I smell his fear, blood and sex. Do you want to taste me, I ask. He shakes his head and moans. I pull up my skirt and push my cunt against his mouth. He licks and tongues me like it is his last taste of pussy. I cum hard all over his face. What happens next? Well there is always tomorrow night my pets.
Hey Fetish Boy, I heard you have a Boot Fetish?
I’m sure a submissive man like yourself wants to bow before me and show me that you’re worthy of my attention. I want you to worship my leather boots before I even think about you seeing my gorgeous feet. I’m sure you’ll do everything and anything in your power to please me just so you can get a whiff, lick and taste of my pretty toes. No access till you do everything your Boot Mistress demands you to do.
I want you to lay back while I take my 9 inch stiletto heels and dangle it over your mouth. I want you to beg me to punish you. I slide all 9 inches down your throat. Listening to you gag on my stilettos makes me want to do even more naughty things with your submissive ass.
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You are a grown man with a foot/shoe fetish. It all started back with Mommy. You loved going into Mommy’s closet and pulling out all of her shoes before she got home from work.
You would smell the inside of Mommy’s shoes. The memory is making your cock hard now and brings you back to your first hard, stiff cock. You enjoyed playing with Mommy’s shoes, trying them on, running your hands all over them, and smelling them.
You had this intense desire to pull your cock and place it inside of Mommy’s leather shoe. It felt so good. You squirted right inside of Mommy’s shoes. You wiped your cum so carefully out of Mommy’s shoes. You placed the shoes back in her closet in the exact order so Mommy wouldn’t find out your secret afternoon activity. This became your after school ritual for many years to come.
Sometimes at night, Mommy would let take off her shoes and let you rub her feet. Remember how excited you got that you squirted all over yourself in your jeans sometimes?
Maybe you still have a favorite pair of shoes to play with me during a call.
Love you,
Mommy Morgan
Grind, stomp, twist, turn, dig, crush and kick. Sounds good doesn’t it? That’s all the things I love to do to your balls and cock with my pretty little boot covered feet. CBT is a great way to get out some frustration, don’t you think?
If you are good boy however, perhaps I will let you lick my boots instead. Let me make it perfectly clear though, IF you do not follow my instructions on how I want your tongue or mouth to travel the length of the soft leather of my boots, then we go right back to the previous listed fun activities.
You are going to be a good boy, right?
~smiles~
Mimi
There you are bitch it’s about time you show your slutty ass again. I have been doing some serious partying this week and these boots have been a lot of very dirty places. What can I say parties get wild,a little out of control sometimes and yes I stepped in all kinds of nasty shit. Now,I am in need of a hardcore slave to clean my thigh highs top to bottom and back. The soles are filthy I’m not gonna lie so you better get your slutty tongue ready. When I see that you have cleaned them properly I may and I do mean maybe grant you the pleasure of worshiping my sweaty feet.
Come one come all my little subbies…Princess Krystal has a place for every last one of you fuck-tards.
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
The temptures have been raising here in Bama and the clothes have been getting skimpier. I have been dressed to kill in my short skirts and tight tops and high heels, and I have been on the prowl for some fresh cock. I have been fucking the same 4 guys all winter ans it’s time for some spring cleaning of my sex life.
I went to a bonfire party Sunday night and met a handsome new comer to my circle of friends. He was totally yummy. Tall, dark, handsome and built like a Greek god. His name was Matt and I knew I was going to fuck him from the first hello. And fuck him I did, for the next 2 days. We fucked sucked and had wild rough sex till he had to hop a plane back home. My pussy was very sad to see him go, but It made me wet to hear he would be back in a month.
Till then I am going to enjoy this warm spring weather and keep hunting for some fresh cock to play with. Want to hear about my search? Give me a call! I will tell you who ended up as my bitch, who made me their bitch and who’s cock I would let go where. I need different cocks for different jobs, never use the same one twice a week is my motto!!