I don’t usually drink hardcore liquor but I keep a bottle or two in the house just in case I need or want it. It makes for a great drink if I am super stressed and it’s fun to bring in to the bedroom too. Let’s crack open the bottle and you can take body shots. Lick the liquor off my breasts, get a drunk special. Not only will the alcohol give you a buzz but my tits are sure to as well. You like my legs and feet? Pour some liquor there and lick off every drop as I finger my wet cunt. You can lick every drop off my sexy feet and then once you get a buzz of that, eat my pussy and experience the ultimate high. Call now and lets have some liquor (lick her) fun.
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Congratulations you made it to Labor Day Weekend. Now’s the time to take the day off and relax from all the hard work you’ve done recently and I am here to assist you with that. I can help you rest and relax and start this weekend off right. And if by some chance you have any hard labor you need help with, well I just might be able to help you out, but first you have to call me and tell me exactly what you want or need, otherwise I cannot help you with any of your “hard” labor, so call now, you’ve earned it. I have no limits and absolutely no taboos.
I love lawyers, sounds funny doesn’t it? But, its true, I love lawyers because they work very hard, for a long time, years and years to achieve what they want, ( money power fame status ) and yet, when they get there, its empty and hollow. Many of my best domination phone sex calls are with incredibly powerful lawyers, men craving my control and domination. Men who need to be slaves, to serve a powerful mistress to be trained and controlled with a very firm hand.Yes, I love lawyers, I love training them to submit, controlling their minds and their bodies, commanding them, and making them more powerful in their worlds, focusing their energies, both in their careers and sexually.
I love lawyers, and lawyers love me.
Elle
I love a nice glass of wine as you may know from my pics. I love sitting on the patio table drinking wine and playing with my huge 16 inch dildo. As I begin to finger fuck myself I get wetter and hornier moaning loudly. Slowly I get my tight pussy wet and ready for my huge toy. It’s a hot slow process as I slide the massive toy slowly in my twat hole. Inch by inch the dildo disappears into my pussy. I penetrate it nice and slow but deep into my hot hole. You know you love to hear me moaning as I insert and fuck this massive toy. Now it is all the way inside me and I feel bliss. I am cumming harder than ever and my cunt wraps itself around the toy. When my orgasm finally ends I slowly slide the toy out and it is covered with my sticky pussy juices. Now it’s time to lick it clean before I slide the empty wine bottle up my cunt. I have always wanted to try this and have now prepared myself. Slowly I get the tip in my pussy. The bottle is so fat around that I am unsure whether I can get the entire thing inside me. Slowly I twist and penetrate the bottle and it too begins to disappear in my pussy. Now the wine bottle is inside me and I am riding it just like a massive cock. It even has a flat bottom so I can sit on the table and ride it hard and fast till I gush with cum once more. I am screaming now and my pussy is on fire. Nothing beats a good bottle of wine.
I have a beautiful black 11 inch strap on cock and I just adore bending your inferior white ass over and fuckin you hard. My first victim was a white panty waste fuck boy, he was a cock hungry sissy and ass fuck slave, and I fucked him till he passed out. He absolutely LOVED IT! He has a tiny cock of course and he became addicted to that HUGE BLACK COCK just like I am…HAHAHA! I’ve always been a freak, kinky as hell, but now I wanna take it to another level. I want am your Goddess for life! I’m the when you wake up thinking about and the one you dream about when you rest your head on your pillow at night. Don’t resist me, I’m everything that excites you and you will be my bitch!
Get ready to get that ass worked over like never before pussy boys! There’s NOTHING like the POWER of a GODDESS PUSSY, so it’s time to get whipped!
GODDESS JEZZABELLE
Open up, sweetie, it’s morning.
Her whisper wakes me, and I feel the pressure of what she has chosen for me today. A large phallus against my anus, facing inwards from the leather briefs I will wear all day.
Please, does it have to be so big today? I’m sore.
Please don’t question me, dear. You will need to be instantly obedient today, it’s very important to me. And you know how you can forget. This will keep your mind focused. Especially since I have not used anything to make it easier for you.
A firm, remorseless thrust, and the phallus enters me. No lubricant. Serious pain. Silence from my lips. I know better. There is no talking. No complaining. No whining. Silence. She knows exactly how hard it is for me. And she knows that sometimes I will fail.
Failure means welts and bruises at our house. A deliberate, thorough session with the cane and paddle. Crying will be required, but will not be sufficient to prove remorse. She will expect creative, satisfying displays of brokenness to assure her that I am utterly defeated, and that the pain in my heart will go on for some time.
She removes yesterday’s panties from my face, where they have been firmly in place since the previous evening’s lights out. The vaginal and anal areas covering my nose and mouth, the elastic holding the panties in place on my head. I am bereft when they are taken away. But I hope that later I might be allowed more than a cotton reflection of her.
Slavery suits me, I feel it deeply. I crave her authority, and her physical dominance of me. She outranks me.
To be close to her breasts, to meld my open mouth with her glorious vagina, to offer myself to the primal humiliating power of her bottom. My suffering, her pleasure. It is the central concern of our household. When she hits me, when she methodically sets about to make me sad, taking me further down than I knew I could survive. These are times I deeply and darkly crave. Every time she hurts me, I wish only for her to acquire more power over me through her expression of it.
Now it is time for her morning toilet, and time for me to serve her intimately. She sits down on the toilet, and I take my place kneeling in front of her, hands in my lap, eyes down. When she has finished urinating, she edges forward, knees apart, and takes me by the hair, firmly bringing my face to where it is required. I carefully and devotedly clean her vagina, lapping thoroughly to be sure that all traces are removed.
I make way for her as she stands up, turns, and puts her hands on the back of the toilet, feet apart, bent over. I place my tongue against her anus, and freshen her after a night of sleep. She is quite clean, for I serve her well, but the musk of her anus still has its powerful humiliating effect on me, and I am flushed, aroused, reminded of my status.
As she brushes her teeth, I kneel quietly, wondering what she has planned for me today, hoping and fearing that it will be difficult for me.
It turns out that today is shopping day. I am handed a list. While she is at work, I am to obtain everything on the list, and I am instructed to make the experience as devastating as possible for myself. One item on the list I know will be unobtainable: “Condoms — extra small.” But I know that I will go to the pharmacy, seek out the female attendant behind the counter, and ask in a clear voice for extra small condoms, making sure to experience the amusement and pity on her face, not avoiding the pain it causes me.
She also requires new panties. I am to spend a minimum of one hour selecting them, asking questions of the female staff at the boutique store at the mall: about materials, comfort, laundry care. I am to make it clear that I am responsible for the care of my wife’s underthings, and let my shame and awkwardness show to the young, pretty women who will doubtless answer my questions with increasing impatience and revulsion.
I must also go to the small specialty grocery nearby, and ask for difficult to obtain items for my wife’s dinner, explaining how angry she will be if I fail to deliver. My fear and panic at the impossibility of fulfilling her wishes must be conveyed.
Finally, I must buy a new set of jewelry for my penis and nipples. All the jewelry I wear on my most sensitive parts must be attractive but also functional — it must include a ring of some kind with which to attach me to the various places she may wish to keep me at home. The rings also serve as a means of amusement or punishment. When a three stranded chain is attached to all three rings, and then to a leash, she is able to control me very easily, causing serious pain and panic with a sharp tug. Or I may simply be attached to hardware in the wall for a beating.
The involuntary spasms I experience when the cane lands lead to a second, almost as intense pain as I pull away from the wall. I try so very hard to keep still when I am punished, which I know pleases her. It is analogous to her cherished game of making me keep silence while she hurts me — the common thread is that I am not allowed any means of releasing my suffering, but must keep it all in, letting it do its pervasive damage to my heart and mind.
I am hers. Today will be a hard day, and I am grateful for it.
I just got off the phone with my Mistress Angel. We have been in a T&D relationship about 5 years and she is coming to visit me in 3 days. We live in separate states and I cannot wait to see her. Saturday will actually be our 5 year anniversary so per my sweet Mistress instructions, I am posting this short story for all to enjoy. First, dear Angel had me shave my pubic area smooth as a baby’s butt, lock up in my CB-2000 and send her email pictures to confirm it Having done that, I am addressing my homework assignment throbbing, dripping, shaking hands and locked up tight. My assignment is to post a story on the net about how I will pamper my dearest Mistress Angel when she arrives in 3 days. Here goes:
Saturday arrives after some sleepless nights and that warm feeling I get in my heart and between my legs when I know my sweetie is arriving soon. I get up, put on the coffee, and realize my cock is dripping already and I am not even awake yet. I recall that my sweetheart will be getting on a plane in 2 hours with a key dangling on a shiny necklace nestled between her beautiful breasts. Through most of Saturday my cock stays pressed against the bars of its prison as my Angel is on my mind every second of the day. By the time I arrive at the airport to pick her up, my balls are a shade between sky blue and deep purple. Oh, sweet Mistress is going to be happy with that color. When I see her walking toward me, my heart starts to quicken. We embrace and my whole body begins to warm. Quickly we retrieve luggage, step to the car, and stare into each other’s eyes in a dim corner of the airport park garage. In the car, Mistress shows me she is without panties so I give her pretty pink and shaven pussy a welcome kiss. We are both wet, I start the car, and we head for home. The drive goes quickly as I am kept busy trying to watch the road and catch glimpses of my sweet Angel’s ultra thin landing strip. I caress the lips of her kitty, noticing how wet my dear Mistress is, and then we turn the last corner to home. We are seconds from arriving.
Once inside, we embrace, kiss passionately, and start all over like young school kids catching up after a long separation. I start making a margarita. She tells me to make it in the nude. I do not ask a anything, just strip down to the cage like a good boy and get ready to pamper my Angel better than ever before. I am eager to please and in moments I am mixing up a blender of margarita’s wearing nothing but my pink cage. When I get ready to add salt to the rim, Angel tells me that she prefers the blue salt as it will match the color of my balls. I had not realized in all the “excitement” but my balls were definitely blue and bulging. After a few sips of the tequila potion, Angel says I should go draw a bubble bath for her while she unwinds from the flight. Upstairs, I prepare a warm bath, bubbles, candles, soft music. She arrives with the blender and drink in hand telling me that she may get a little hard to please after finishing off the blender. Tequila tends to bring out the best in Mistress Angel. She slips in the warm bubbles and mentions to me that I should probably shave as my face would soon be busy and we want it to be smooth like a baby’s bottom. I notice my hands a shaking a little with anticipation while I shave but manage to get nice smooth results. Then I join my Mistress in the bubbles for some play. She says “I hope your lock doesn’t rust shut” with a grin.
After some bath tub play, we dry and embrace on the bed. Mistress Angel is so very attractive and turning me on like never before. Her skin is warm with the fresh scent of bath oil, completely shaven pretty pink pussy, wearing nothing but the key around her neck and a devilish tequila grin. She tells me to keep pampering and if I impress her enough I may get unlocked. I begin with passionate kisses, caressing her breasts, and does not take long for my tongue to find it’s place in her sweetness. She is so wet and tastes so good. I feel as though I have longed for her taste for years as I move my tongue around her clit and between the lips of her pussy. I love her taste. She must be as horney as I am because very soon she is shuttering with pleasure and moaning. She tells me to keep going, that was just a quick orgasm and she wants an earth shattering one. My cock is pressing against my cage by this time and sweet Mistress wants to see it. She moves to top and sits on my face as if to 69 and watches my cock throb and twitch against the cage while I move my tongue in her pussy and taste her juices. She enjoys teasing my locked up cock and touches my pink and blue bulge through the plastic cage with her long nails. Every touch causes me to twitch and drip even more. After some time riding my tongue she is growing near the edge as she starts riding my face harder and harder. I could lick her sweet tasting pussy all night long and be perfectly satisfied. Then I feel the key slipped into the lock and my cock thrusts free. Dear Mistress tells me not to dare cum as she faces me straddles my freed dick and lowers herself on top. I’m deep inside of her and she starts to rock back and forth telling me whatever I do, I will not cum inside her. This is one of my Mistresses greatest arts, no matter how near the edge I am she is able to bring herself to orgasm by riding me deep inside maximizing her clitoral stimulation, while I get nearly no thrusts to reach my satisfaction. Soon she is moaning in pleasure while I run my tongue around her nipples just to add to her sensations. Breathing hard she collapses on top of me and I know she has reached the earth shattering one she was looking for.
She falls onto the bed, and says “OK, I’m done.” She looks at my glistening rock hard dick, and tells me in her sweet angel voice to put him back in his cage for now. Before I can say anything she is handing me the cage and says come on, lock him up quickly or there may be consequences. She says “I may let you out right away, or I may keep you locked up for a week. We will talk about that as soon as the lock is shut.” I take the cage and at first it seems impossible to get my cock to grow small. After a while I feel the first decline of a lost erection, and soon my hard on begins to get soft, then I am able to squeeze the cage back in place. She is still basking in the afterglow of an orgasm that has her knees weak, and says be a sweetheart and click it shut for me. I notice my hands are shaking as I put the lock through the plastic post. Then I click it in place and immediately my attention goes to the key dangling around my sweet Mistress’s neck again.
What happens next my Mistress has told me depends on feedback that we get on this short story. She would like some ideas from the public on what to do next, so please give your thoughts. She tells me she will take the idea she likes the best and that will determine the fate of my next orgasm.
We had just moved into the neighborhood the week before. We now lived in a nice upper middle class neighborhood and it seemed our new neighbors were very friendly. My daughter didn’t have to switch schools so the transition was easier and she actually saw a couple of kids she knew as we were moving in.
A few days after we got moved in and settled I got a visit from our next door neighbor whom I had not met. When I opened the door there stood a young man of 15-16. He was slender skinny and seemed very confident. He had on casual jeans a t-shirt and a pair of black sunglasses that oozed confidence. “Hi, I’m Peter, and I live next door. It’s nice to meet you; welcome to the neighborhood, here are some cookies. I took the plate and smiled and he returned it almost cocky. I thanked him and as he trotted down the stairs he put his glasses down a bit smiled and said “You have a good day now.” I saw Peter a lot over the next few days, he just kept popping up. He helped me load groceries into my car one afternoon and helped me carry some stuff another day. For all his efforts I invited him in one afternoon. Who was this great kid and why was he alone every time I saw him. Surely girls would be chomping at the bit to be with him.
We chatted several times over the next several days and one day after working in the yard I invited him inside. He was cordial and agreed to sit down for coffee. We went in the living room and he sat up straight and sipped coffee. I changed into a nice t-shirt and short red skirt. As I sat down I saw him shift in his seat a bit. We began chatting and through our discussion I found out he was surprisingly single. I was stunned. “Why’s a nice handsome guy like you single? What’s wrong with the girls in this town?” I grinned and opened my legs a bit exposing my bare thighs. I wasn’t wearing any panties and I hoped he noticed and was quite pleased as he stuttered over his answer, “Umm well…he paused his eyes glancing down at my open skirt and shaved cunt. “Well he looked down as if he was recalling a painful memory. His tone got real quiet and he didn’t meet my eye as he whispered “well there is this one really special girl that I really like but she just isn’t interested.” I reached out to console him. He looked really down about this. “Aww honey who is she?” He shook his head and I didn’t press him further. I slid close to him and embraced him tightly. “Ya know just because one girl decides to miss out on a great guy doesn’t mean we all want to miss out.” I began rubbing his chest. I could see his mood brightening and I continued “Her rejection may lead to something or someone better if you want.” He looked up at me and I caught a glimpse of a bulge in his jeans. “Just because she refuses to take care of your needs doesn’t mean I will.” I didn’t even wait for a response; I just began rubbing his hard cock through his jeans. This was perfect, hot young cock right at my disposal. I removed my shirt and my tits just popped out. My nipples were hard and he just looked in awe. I stood up removing my skirt and my dripping wet twat was now exposed. I turned to show him my ass and his prick grew even bigger. As I kneeled before him I undid his jeans and slid them off and then I pulled his cock out. It was perfect. It was thick and long and felt so damn good in my hands. I stroked him up and down and even massaged his balls as he moaned. This guy needed to know there was one hot MILF craving his cock. I rubbed my tits as I slowly licked his head tasting the pre-cum leaking from his slit. He tasted so sweet. Whoever this girl was she had no idea what she was missing out on. I began to slowly suck his cock as he moaned. I slowly took him in deeper and harder his cock filling my mouth. He was a big boy! Without using my hands I thrust my mouth down deep on his thick cock and gagged. Spit drooled from my lips as I took him in and out all while rubbing my clit. As I sucked him harder and faster he relaxed and finally he held my head in place. After several minutes of deep-throating him he looked at me and I read his mind. He and I both knew what we wanted. I stopped sucking his cock and he gave me a long passionate kiss while fondling my nice breasts. “Let’s fuck” he moaned and I laid him on the sofa. I climbed on top of him and lowered myself so his cock tip touched my lips. Finally I slid his hot young cock in my cunt as he held my hips and spread my ass. My pussy was so tight and his cock was so damn big inside me. He thrust up in to me hard and deep as I moaned in pleasure. He felt so hot inside me. I rode his pole hard and deep as he grabbed and squeezed my tits with lust. As we fucked hard I felt my pussy muscles wrap tight around his fuck stick and that’s when he hit my clit and I exploded wildly. Juices hit his cock flooding him and he couldn’t contain the dam anymore. His cock spewed loads of hot cum in my pussy as I grabbed his body for support. He kept fucking me till every drop had transferred and when I hopped down I smiled at him and then I licked his cock clean.
TO BE CONTIUED ….
My bright yellow shirt and short skirt are the center of attention. Every man is undressing me with their eyes and their cocks are hard as rocks. There is one man in particular who has done nothing but stare at me all night from across the room. I’ve caught hi gawking at me and every time he sees me he quickly turns away. I waltz over there at one point and tap him on the shoulder as he is finishing a conversation. He is taken aback and nearly spills his drink. “Relax and take it easy” I say softly. I take your hand and lead you away from the crowd. “I know you’ve been staring at me all night. What’s stopping you?” You shrug and I ask you to follow me. I lead you to my car and once inside the confines I smile and invite you to come to my apartment. You stutter and hesitate but I am firm but caring. “I know you’ve wanted to approach me and now you have a chance to do that and more but you get skittish.”We arrive back at my apartment and I lead you inside. Once inside I tell you to undress me. Slowly you remove my shirt and my nice firm tits pop out. You go to touch them but I smile and nudge you toward my skirt. You get the hint and slide my skirt down over my heels. “Do you like my bare shaven pussy babe?” You nod and I ask you to massage my thighs. As your run your hands along my inner thighs I lay back and spread my legs wide so that you have a nice view of my wet pussy. As you lean in I take your head and push it down in to my slit. “Oh lick me out, fuck me with that tongue. Eat me till I cream all over your face.” I hold your head steady burying it in my cunt as you inhale my sweet scent and dig your tongue deep inside me. It feels so good and I guide you over to my clit encouraging you to nibble it. As you do my pussy drips and I am wetter than ever. “Keep going just like that honey give it to me” As you obey I feel you hit my clit and the sensation is too much and the floodgates open and the juices splash your face. I hold you down there until I am done pulsing and cumming and when I have finished I release you and ask you to kiss me passionately. As we make out I feel that bulging cock pulse and know you are on the verge of cumming. Whispering in your ear I say “Let me take you over the edge.” With that I get up and leave the room wondering if you will follow me.
I’ve found out a lot about guys during my first year away from home. I’ve come across two types of guys. The first type is only interested in themselves and how they’re going to get their icky boy thingie off today; the second type is only interested in pleasing me. I’m sure you can figure out which type of guy interests me. I am usually a sweet and happy person that everyone likes to be around, but I do have my princess diva moments when I don’t get what I want. I like making boys work for my attention. After all, aren’t I worth jumping through a few hoops so you can spend time with me? I know that I’m worth it, and I know that you like being made to jump through those hoops just to please me. I can totally mess with your head, your cock and your wallet. You can tell me all about how you wish that you were at my feet worshiping my pretty toes, or even better, putting your nose in my little butt. You may even get to hear me tell my girlfriends about all of the kinky stuff that you’ve never been able to tell your wife about. I’ll be your internet girlfriend and get all of the attention that your wife or girlfriend should be getting. You’ll end up on my invisible cyber leash, and you’ll love every minute of it.
