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My first time…

I remember it like it was yesterday. I was only 15 years old but already a women. It wasnt the first time we had exchanged looks over the dining room table or the first time I “accidentally” let my towel drop to the floor in front of you. It definitely wasn’t the first time I found myself in awe of your presence nor will it have been the last time. But that night was different. You had always been there for me. You coddled me through break ups and bullies, through skinned knees and tears yet here we sit. I have never known love and pleasure could exist as one. By the end of the night I would have discovered that not only can they co-exist but they are the bases for an exceptional orgasm. Where love meets lust that area in between is nirvana. It was a night like any other. SHE was working late as usually so we were left to fend for ourselves in the kitchen. I had been working on my grandmas famous meatballs when our eyes met. I have looked into your big brown eyes on so many other occasions but this time was different. This time you looked through me. Into the very debts of my soul and found my secret. Once the balls were safely in the oven I came over to living room and sat down beside him.  I grabbed the blanket that drapes across the sofa and covered myself because as it usually is was freezing in the living room. Before I even realized what I was doing I was all nuzzled up with him watching a movie. Not really sure what movie to be honest because I wasn’t paying any attention to it. For some reason I just kept thinking about him. What he must be thinking about right about now. He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me in closer. I guess he figured that I had to be freezing since my teeth were chattering. As he began rubbing my arms I instantly became excited. I had already been to second base with Johnny but I had not felt the swarm of new butterflies in my stomach the way I was at that very moment.  And all this from an arm rub. My mind began to wonder and I envisioned him leaning over and kissing my lips passionately exchanging moments of bitter sweet ecstasy.  Taking my tiny little breast in your big manly hands and cupping them. My nipples instantly hardened that thought and I found myself touching them with my fingers. They were harder then they had ever been before I wanted him to suck and bite them. I wanted to feel his full beard on my bare breast. I wanted to feel him ALL of him inside of me!

To be continued…Stay tuned….for more of my first time confessions!

His punishment

teasinghaileyI come home and see him stroking his little clit of a cock between his fingers while holding MY picture.  Oh course I watch and wait and see what happens.  Little fucker cums all over himself and the floor.  I make a little coughing sound and he looks up at me.  I can see the sheer terror in his eyes. He tries to explain, but I shush him with a wave of my hand.  If he wants to act like a dog, he will be treated like one.

All it takes is for me to point and the little prick is on his hands and knees on the floor.  “Clean it up,” I say.  He wants desperately to resist, but doesn’t dare.  He licks his weak little cock’s cum off of the floor.  I put my foot on top of his back, forcing him to stay down, mashing his face into his orgasm’s work.  When I relent, he licks the rest up and attempts again to beg for forgiveness.  I tell him that he will indeed be sorry.

He better listen to me, and he better listen good.  I have him strip buck naked and I blind fold him.  After leading him to another room of the house I make him kneel in the middle of the room.  Is it minutes or hours that he is there… his mind wonders and he has no clue.  Suddenly he hears sounds.  I speak to him, telling him to reach out, I put a bowl in his hands.  I tell him if he drops the bowl, we are over.  He holds the bowl out, his muscles twitching in pain.

He can hear the other people in the room now.  The sound of a hand sliding up and down a cock is recognizable.  He feels some of the guys rubbing their big hard cocks against his pathetic little face.  One by one they cum in the bowl.  One of them even forces his mouth open and makes him suck before adding to the bowl.  The bowl gets heavier and heavier as more and more contents is added.  he begs me to let him put it down.  To his surprise I grant him his wish.  After pulling off the blindfold, he sees all of the cum in the bowl.  His eyes widen and he shivers.

“Eat up!” And oh he does!

-Hailey-

Tiny little dicks need to be locked up!

Don’t you think a Goddess like me deserves a real cock, on a real man?  A strong powerful man.  A Superior man.  Everything that you are not.  A man with confidance.  A man who knows how to make a woman feel fulfilled.

You are lacking.  Your cock is pathetic to say the least.  You are not even worthy of my time, more less my attention.  What your deserve is for me to laugh at your miniscule and pathetic little dick, and slap it in a cage.  It is so tiny and useless it has no purpose so of course it should be locked away.  Perhaps if you worship me the right way and are very obedient perhaps I might let your pencil dick out of its cage every now and again.  Then again, maybe not.

Submission- Just a few rules you must obey!

You are the sub. I am the Goddess. You do the worshiping, obeying, servicing… you subscribe to submitting when you deal with me. In other words, I am the boss. I give orders, I give instruction, I give the head trips, and I get to ask all the questions. I don’t like to repeat myself, I don’t like it if I have to repeat instructions, order, or my rules. Unless perhaps I have been unclear in some way.

I have a very simple rule that I adhere to in many different ways in my life actually. It’s the “3 Strikes and you are OUT” Rule. It works for baseball and it works for me. I know other dominant females who feel the same.

Submission means you follow my rules, you accept my rules, you behave or 3 little tiny annoyances and you strike out. It is a PRIVILIEDGE to worship a any woman, not a right.

Submit to me…. Fuck-tard.

Hello to all my new followers! Welcome and a gracious thank you for the following~

  1. To all the weak minded pussy boys, cuckolds, and slaves out there. Enter into my world at your own risk. I will consume you body and mind! [This means YOU Tiffany!]
  2. Oh, and fyi, I’m making him come up with the ideas as punishment too. He’d rather I just state my terms, but that would be too easy for him!
  3. Ideas for punishment welcome. The worst punishment I could give and have given to others before is to cut him off. He’d better work for it!
  4. His crime? He tried to get me out of his system, but I am not purged easily. He couldn’t get me out of his weak little mind.
  5. Now go fill your gift card , you little cum guzzler, so I can give your mangina the stretching it so rightly deserves…

Fuck Me Like I’m Your Dirty Whore

Fuck me like you mean it. Fuck me like in a moment a rolling ball of fire will slide over you  and obliterate all sense of peace, all sense of life and destiny.

He holds me, he loves me & he fucks me like I’m his dirty whore…

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Lick my flesh, bite my flesh, live unrestrained. Live unrestrained like I live in my mind. Let your hands caress me and pull me close to you and you thrust from behind, strong hands wrapped under my hips, their curve compounded by your strength.

You know that I want you everywhere that you’ll fit, I want you to fuck me from behind, my hand disappearing under my body as my small fingertips caress my clit. So hot and wet, dripping, it feels like my kitten is boiling. My clit is boiling.

I can feel your cock swell deep inside of me as you hold your orgasm inside of yourself, waiting for the opportune moment, letting it build until it pounds like rolling fire in your psyche. When I orgasm from the circles I’m painting on my clit with my fingertip, slide your dripping wet cock into my ass, pushing my comfort level all the way down until I feel I don’t exist but for all of the pleasure and the cascading heat that my soul has fallen to.

If hell is the burning fires of orgasm and obliteration: teach me the seven deadly sins.

Be my Master, if only for moments when you hold my life in your strong hands and they delicately crush my throat. Do you feel the passion with which my soul beats on your hands as they clasp my life force, as you cut off my oxygen? You love to see my eyes close slowly, like weeping daisies as my sense is cut off, as the darkness creeps in. Bring me back from unconsciousness, from seeming death with passionate kisses, your tongue slick inside my small mouth, your lips pressing painfully against mine.

You’ve already cum so hard, your cum flailing deep inside of me, but your cock is hard against my leg as you hover over me. Like an obedient child I fall at your feet, kissing your upper thighs, your hips just to feel your cock so near my face, to stare at it and understand the meaning of my feminine desire.

My lips test their plump joy against the head of your swollen and ultra-sensitive cock. Feeling you deep inside my mouth, the intricate bumps and veins against my tongue, my lips, the tender inner cheeks.

You surge as you push away the orgasm and when I look up at you with pleading eyes you cant hold on, cumming with a force unknown to you, feeling the strong sucking that I’m applying to your spasming cock. When you finally look down at me, my mouth is filled with your cum and when I open my mouth to show you, your desire is once again stirred.

I love when you push down on my body, bruising me even. I love to look at them afterwards and to cool their aching with ancient salt, warm water and circles of pressure,

The marks of your passion are all to evident to ignore.

With a male strength, you force open my legs, pinning my thighs to the bed as your mouth seeks out my dripping kitten. I can feel the steam-heat of your mouth and tongue on my most sacred and beating heart, as essential and passionate as the one in my chest. My moans are filling my ears and my body stretches out as I feel the first heated rolls of upcoming orgasm fall over my body. Your thick fingers slide suddenly and fully into my dripping kitten, my back arches with the pressure and the need. My lips mouth and echo the words of my submission,

Oh no. Oh no. Oh no.

You know that when I get amorous, my speech becomes defeatist and you don’t listen to me. In my twisted world of sex and leacherous pleasure the positive becomes the negative and it switches up into a dance of pleasure and need, and sometimes pain.

I can feel the fire enveloping me as my orgasm hits me, my throat paining me as I cry out and my spine snaps back to let my body stretch as I cum, my kitten squirting your lips.

You know how wet I get when you lick me.

You know how I can actually squirt in your hungry little face.

I can feel the needy little girl in me cry out in happiness and fear when you flip me over so that I’m lying over your lap, your warm palms massaging the curve of my ass, my mind still blurred by my pounding orgasm. The first blow to my ass splits my mind, blows my comfort and once again I feel truly worshiped and truly yours.

I listen to the rhythm of your hand against my flesh, the tender spanks that your large and powerful hand dish out to me. I feel a reddened heat rise on my flesh,

Each spank feels more and more like heaven and hell in a tango of hate and desire.

You  know that I love to become yours every chance you’ll take me. Take me like life will soon be over and passion and my body are the only things that revolve in your existence. Love with the fire of a thousand suns and when our flesh mingles and feels like it becomes one, you’ll know the meaning of life.

Sex, passion, love, desire, that final crash of flame.

NEED

I need to be fucked.

I don’t just mean the old in-out routine. I don’t mean kissing and foreplay and hugging and snuggling. I just need a good fucking.

The kind where he’s behind me, pulling my hair, slapping my ass, fucking my wet, little cunt harder and harder until my screams are slicing through the hot night air, waking the neighbors and making them jealous.

I really love to be submissive sometimes. Sometimes part of submission is knowing that you don’t get fucked every night, that you’re serving your master, not yourself.  I NEED sex. It is such a turn on to know I need him, and he needs me…and I dont even know his name. 

And yet my pussy’s wet and waiting. I want him to grab my hips, pull me hard against him, slamming into me again and again. I want to be his fucking sex toy, my cunt for his pleasure, tightening around his thick cock with every thrust.

Hearing him breathing, grunting low, the smell of sex, of man and of me in the air. His fingers are entwined in my hair, wrapping the strands into his fist, pulling so hard the my neck aches, freshly displaying bite marks. He scratches his nails up and down my back, and spanks me…hard. harder. HARDER.

I’m moaning, I’m screaming, I’m wailing, Oh god can I please cum?

He spanks me again, fucking me faster, and I feel his legs tense, holding back. He grabs me, pulls me, swings me around and fucks my face. I’m gasping for air, choking, my mouth hungry, made for his cock. Fuck me faster. He pinches my nose and slaps me, fucking my slut face. My pussy aches.

 

Please can I cum? Please? Please? Please….fuuuuuuuck….

I NEED it sooo bad, but when you call me, please-please-let me cum. I Need it.

Welcome to Frankie’s world of fetish and domination!

I’m beautiful and merciless! With one look from my lovely, dark, commanding eyes I will melt all your resistance away.

With my gorgeous body clothed in latex, leather or spandex, I will mesmerize you and bring you to your knees to serve me. I will make you my slave, my toy to be used, abused and played with as the whim strikes me. Challenge me and you will feel my power.

Honor my power and my beauty and you will know the joyous freedom of abandoning yourself to my control. I am a mistress of passion, highly skilled in all kind of S/M arts. I am ambitious, responsible and experienced, and I take pride in my work.

In my dungeon, which is equipped to accommodate many different fetishes, fantasies and dreams, you will see how quickly I can bring your secret desires to the surface, how quickly you will see another side of yourself, of your personality appear. Your wildest dreams will become reality and you will lose control of your body and your mind.

My idea of domination is a combination of sensitivity and strength. Through perfectly staged role-play, your inner nature — that submissive side of you — will strengthen and you will become true to yourself.

You will experience deep emotions and psychological sensations that will stagger you. You will suffer punishment and you will enjoy punishment from the hands of your Mistress, your Queen. With my power and beauty and My skillful insight, I will gaze directly into your mind and help you discover the real you, that part of you who longs to emerge but who until now has cowered in fear of discovery. Give in to your desires. Give yourself to me.

Show me weakness and I’ll show you pain!

Listen up!! I don’t fuck around pretending to be something I’m not. I’m not nice. I don’t have a lot of patience, and I thrive on worms like you. I love to bring pain and degradation to my callers and you are no exception.Open your wallet, get out your credit card and buy a call with me. When I get your receipt, I’ll turn my number on. Don’t think, asshole, that you can call me without paying first. Doesn’t work that way. Ever!!! Be naked when you call, on your knees. Have something ready to stick up your ass. If you have to lube up, pussy boy, don’t tell me about it. I hate weakness. I hate pathetic thimble dick losers like you. That’s exactly why you want to call me. You NEED my loathing. You NEED me to tell you what to do. And I will. I will probably play with my clit during the call, or fuck myself with a dildo, because it gets me so completely wet and swollen to show my power over pathetic losers like you. But I guarantee I will have my strap-on ready too … to rip your sweet little pussy ass apart. Ready? I am.

GIANTTESS PHONE SEX

I’m the 50 ft tall goddess that’s about to crush you under her pretty stiletto… (that is, if you’re lucky).

Now don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t always such a mean and nasty girl; I was actually rather sweet before my sisters and I had our little “accident”.

However, now for some reason even my teensiest little temper tantrum can fuck with the richter scale – whoopsie, perhaps it’s not too smart to piss off a woman that’s well, almost 10 times your size.

Of course, I don’t completely hate you little, skittering men beneath my heels. Sometimes you tiny men can be good for well, certain things. Remember, I’m still a woman, and I still love to cuddle, even if it’s at the expense of you. And believe me, I love to be pampered- whether it takes an army of slaves to do it or not!

Well, anyway, until I find my 50 ft dream man, you little ants are all I’ve got – and you really have no choice in the matter now, do you?

So, be good little insects, worship me like a Goddess and do whatever I tell you, or I might get angry… and we both know what happens when I get angry.