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Spring Is In The Air

       

Can’t you just smell it?  People are finally out and about again. Coats and boots are gone, making the way for shorts, bikini’s, and sexy dresses, sexy feet with painted toenails, and sandals. Oh yes, bring it on!

                     How you love this time of the year, but guess what you pervert? Your wife hates it. Remember how every year her mom seems to get sick and she leaves for months? That’s all on you. I do have a plan, a plan that will make life easier for all involved. See you at 1 pm, do not be late. 

You’re clearly way too excited when you arrive. You see I’m dressed for a bit of a road trip. I blindfold you and help you to my car.

We drive for a bit and you’re quite busting at the seams to know what I have planned. 

        I help you in the building. You try to pull off the blindfold, but I don’t allow it. You smell perfume, you feel a soft hand help you down onto a table of some sort. You’re thinking that you’re in for one hot time! You can’t believe your luck. Did your wife set this up? 

I gently kiss you and whisper in your ear. “Sleep darling, it will all be over soon.”  When you awake, you’ll be a new sort of man. 

 

Written By: Brianna
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Lonely Loser

You’ll be all alone on Valentine’s Day, yet again. Of course you will, you fucking worthless loser. Just stand in front of the mirror where the answer is staring you right in the face. That thing between your legs is rather annoying. That’s the trouble with men with big dicks, they just don’t know how to use them. 

I have the perfect attitude adjustment for you. The lovely ladies won’t be able to get enough of you once we’re done. Let’s first take care of the problem you seem to have with your hands. Let me just bind them together. Perfect!

Having issues keeping your legs up high? Like you tell the ladies, exercise is good for you. Feel the burn. Speaking of the burn, let me just make a little cut right where all the trouble is. Come on now, it didn’t hurt THAT much. 

Ready to go home to your loving wife? There’s a huge surprise waiting for you. Hurry home!

                 

 

Written By: Brianna
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Happy Birthday, Darling

   

We both know why you’re here this evening. Your wife told you I would take good care of you. It’s your birthday today and you do trust me, don’t you? She promised you on this very special birthday, she would let you fuck another woman. I feel so very lucky, that it’s me you picked.        

Why not get cozy first and talk for a bit.  Let me pour you a drink and help you off with those clothes. Much better, yes?  Better slow down stud, I mean look at you already rock hard. 

I have planned something so very special for our night together. That’s it, close your eyes and let the drug take effect. Something a little kinky? Let’s get those legs in the stirrups and your arms above your head. Perfect.

                Good Morning!  It’s okay, you’re just a little sore from the castration.

 

 

Written By: Brianna
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Merry, Go Fuck Yourself

               

    I so fucking seriously hate this time of the year. Hands out, bells fucking ringing, just annoyance every where I go.  I do have a life, and really can’t escape all the nonsense. I lost Whamageddon, as soon as I entered the Pharmacy. Like I fucking said, I hate this time of the year. 

                     I was paid well to do a lame photo shoot, so now on to the bar to get obliterated. I listened to a conversation where this man was complaining  about his wife. She just doesn’t seem to get the fact he likes it a little rough. He likes his balls to be beat up. Punk music to my ears. 

    I ever so politely asked if I could help with that. He laughed, said I was such a tiny, and girly little thing. He said I couldn’t hurt a tiny kitten. That story is for another time, because hell fucking yes, I could hurt a kitten. 

               More details blah blah blah, and he was now naked, scared, and at my home. The drug I gave him had worn off and he was soon wide awake. He struggled against the leather ropes and then let out a loud moan. Ah, his tied up balls are beginning to turn a lovely shade of blue.

    He tried to beg, plead, and apologize. So annoying, but that’s what ball gags are for.  Merry Christmas, loser! 

 

 

Written By: Malaya Maxxx
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Give Till It Hurts

             I have something very special for you under my tree. Come closer love. I know you so well, don’t I?  You’re getting a bit hard looking at my red stiletto heels. Are you wondering if I took off the heel caps and sharpened them a bit? Only the best for you, darling.

                    Let’s get you out of those tight, restricting pants.  Such beautiful trophy balls, it’s almost a shame to destroy them. I did say, almost. 

                     It looks like that hard-on is going to get in my way. Let me slap it down quickly. Naughty thing! I think your balls need a very hard yank and twist. Now we’re getting into the spirit of it all. 

                         Are you ready for your present? Maybe not, but I’m ready to give it to you. Just look at my beautiful, new, shiny Burdizzo clamp. I promised you something special, now didn’t I? 

My mouth is just watering thinking about the mischief I could do to those trophy balls.  That isn’t all that is watering. Maybe, just maybe when we’re done, I’ll allow you to service my pussy.

 

Written By: Brianna
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Peeper Gets Put In His Place

        It looks like someone is eager for our appointment. You are very early. Oh, yes I see you staring into my window. I suppose you are feeling a tad jealous. Don’t worry there will be plenty for you when we are finished.

                  You will need to watch carefully, before I let you in. Look at how beautiful his cock is? Yours could never compare. Look how he goes slow at first, enjoying our foreplay. Then, watch how he fucks me. You could never make me feel like he does. 

Now, you may join us. It looks like someone is intrigued by my companion. Don’t worry, you will be getting a big taste of what he has. Let me help you on the examine table. No lab coat today. Get one last look of me in all my sexy glory. The anesthetic appears to have kicked in. 

You wake from it with a strange taste in your mouth. You remember that taste from when your annoying wife made you taste your own cum. You are aching a bit down below.  Even your bottom seems a bit sore. I smile and send you on your way completely confused.

 

Written By: Brianna
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Ouch, That Fucking Hurts

As one would imagine, the hot summers are my busiest time. All the sexy woman and girls walking around in little to nothing to beat the heat. You can’t contain yourself, can you? Tight shorts, thongs, and tank tops. It’s enough to drive a man wild. Your wives and girlfriends are having to deal with all the annoyance. 

That’s why you’re here to see me. I believe you were told that I would make all your dreams come true. I’ll be making someone’s dreams come true for certain. 

       Be a good boy and strip for me. After all, a woman needs to see the goods.

Ah, very nice indeed.  Trophy balls and a thick, 8 inch dick. Such a waste. I tie you down and you get even harder at the thought of bondage. Your wife never did that to you.

I blindfold you. You think this is going to be one epic fuck. Before the blindfold, you thought you saw me put something in my mouth. A glimpse of metal maybe?  I begin to kiss down your body. You think you hear me say that it will be over soon. No, you want me to take my time pleasing you.

You feel a sharp pain and wetness. Oh yes love, it’s definitely over now. 

 

Written By: Brianna
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All The Pretty Bitches

            There’s one bitch that seems to keep coming around for more abuse. He ignores my wishes when it comes to our appointment times, and seems to think this is a huge joke. Not fucking hardly!

  It’s time for a very painful lesson in obeying me. Our appointment starts out as normal. I check his incisions and make sure he’s healing properly. I tease him, and promise he’ll not be strapped own. While I am giving him the slightest amount of pleasure, I quickly strap him in. He now looks rather scared. 

I force him to clean out my ass and pussy. He seems to be having way to much enjoyment.  I take my flogger and smash it down on his cock. He whimpers a little and I do it again harder. That broke the fucking skin. I fear this is going to get rather messy and bloody.

I did warn you!

 

Written By: Brianna
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Time For A Chat

 I have tried and tried to help you. I fear it’s time to go in a different direction. Your appetites have gotten way out of fucking control. I believe at this point, you’ve become a menace  to  all of society’s women. Yes, I said it!  You’re more than just a pig, you’re totally intolerable. 

I see you trying to get a look between my legs. Come closer, closer still. So very wet and inviting, isn’t it? Bury your tongue in me. Lick up all that creamy wetness.

Something wrong? It kind of tastes like jizz, doesn’t it? You lifted your head, looked confused, but you went right back at it. Your face looking rather like a shiny glazed donut.

You seem so proud of yourself and the good job you did making me cum. I feel it’s time to pop your bubble and let you know you ate another man’s cum out of me and fucking loved it. 

That is just the start of your total transformation.

 

 

Written By: Brianna
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Where The Fuck Do You Think You’re Going

             Sometimes I really have to wonder just what the fuck these men are thinking.  Your wife tells me that every fucking time she makes plans for a romantic evening, you cancel once you see the sitter. Whenever her Book Club comes over, all of a sudden you are interested in reading. Her mother? Really?  Since it seems you can’t handle a date with your wife, she has decided that your manhood is useless to her.

  Sitting in a bar, flirting with barmaid, is not where you are supposed to be. I am creative, and I tell you to meet me in the bathroom for a quick, hot fuck. How filthy can we get? Let me handcuff you to the sink fixture. Now, I got you!

We could have done this the kind way, with a bit of anesthetic. We could have, but your attitude calls for pain. I don’t have a scalpel, but I do have a rusty old pocket knife. Of my, I have made quite the mess. 

 

 

Written By: Brianna
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