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“Taboo Treat”

 Many of you have done calls with me, and each and everyone of them seem to revolve around one thing.  Wanna know what it is? I call them ‘taboo treats’.  These ‘treats’ come from me.  That’s right, from inside my body.

I understand that a lot of you are not into this form of fetish play, and if you still do not happen to know what I am talking about let me tell you, it’s scat/golden showers/brown showers.

I have no problem doing these types of calls.  I don’t find them nasty at all.  Some of you guys are fucking hot as hell.  I mean what women would NOT want a man to be so into her that he is willing to lay under you while you squat down and give him a few ‘taboo treats’? Talk about total submission.

I love my toilet play boys, and they adore me.  I can tell by the amount of times they keep calling me over and over again.  I get really nasty with it too, actually, now that I think about it, there is really no way not to be nasty when you are talking and doing fantasies involving this type of fetish.

If you happen to be a closet ‘taboo treat’ person, then come on out, then lay on your back so I can feed you what you want.

Candee

STOMP!

 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

Worship

Wor’ship: n: 1.The act of paying divine honors to the Supreme Being; religious reverence and homage; adoration, or acts of reverence, paid to God, or a being viewed as God.

2. Obsequious or submissive respect; extravagant admiration; adoration.

So now you know what it means, it’s time to turn the word “Worship” from a noun into a verb and begin to Worship Me.

I will make it easy for you, tell you what I require.  I am your Holy One, the Divine Goddess of your dreams.  Yes, I am young, but I have been trained by the best there is, over a course of several years.

I do not yell, no need to.  Do I get upset if assignments are not carried out? Do I get upset if you disobey Me? Do I get upset when you hold back from Me that which I have requests? The answer to all of those questions is Yes.  But do I yell, never.  There is no need.

I was raised in a home in which My Mother was a devout follower of WHAP (Women Who Administer Punishment).  I remember her reading over the magazines.  She acquired them from a estate sale, they had come in a trunk that she had loved at first sight.  She bought it, brought it home, then spent a good amount of time going through it, only to find at the bottom a collection of WHAP Magazines.  If you don’t know what they are, then google it.

Reading them in my bedroom set Me on the path of becoming and being a FemDom.

Don’t be afraid, allow yourself to Worship a Beautiful Goddess.

I await your call.

KoKo

   
 

Take Me!

I don’t want to know about your life
Your job, your children or your wife
Just fuck me

I don’t need to hear words of love
Don’t want the stars in the heavens above
Just fuck me

Don’t want roses, candy or jewels
Don’t need the poetry of fools
Just fuck me

Don’t promise the future,
Don’t talk of the past.
Make it real, make it last

Bring me to heights of pleasure unknown
Make me come, make me moan
Call me your bitch, make me your own.

Thrust your cock, hard and fast
Into my mouth, my cunt, my ass
Take me to places I’ve never seen,
Make me plead, make me scream

Candee

Your Secret Passion

You save everything that you can from me.  Little scraps of paper I have disgarded, tissues that have my lipstick on them, empty bottles of body wash, empty perfume bottles. Anything that you can get your hands on.

You take pictures of me when I am out doing my daily errands, watch as I sip my coffee, trail behind me when I am at the Museum.

You think that I don’t know about you.  You think that every night when you open your closet door to reveal that so called ‘secret shrine’ that you have set up in my honor that you are the only one who knows.  Guess what? I know.  I have known all along.

Some would call what you do stalking, but what would they call it if they knew I set this up? I saw you first you see, and did everything I could to make sure you noticed me.  I know where you are at all times, I control you and your actions and I have never had to speak a single word to you.

I set out to become your secret passion, and that is exactly what I have become.

Maxine

Catholic School Girl Fantasy

Okay, soooooooooooooo, today, I get a call from an older dude, who says, something a long the lines of, my regular girl isn’t on, saw your picture, you look like this girl that lives up the street from me, blah blah blah.

I told the guy, I’m always Dominant, I’m not submissive, so I am not going to be some sort of giggly innocent catholic girl and let you rape me or some shit like that, so if that is what you are looking for I can recommend some awesome girls here on the site.  Nope, he didn’t want that.

He wanted to be Father *insert first name here*, and I was one of his girls in his theology class.  And I was to seduce him for a good grade, and at the same time, be a little bit blasphemous.  How can one be a little bit blasphemous? Anyway, I perk up. Okay, okay, I can do this.  Something different, I get to be in charge, PLUS I get to do some blasphemy play.  It’s all good, and I am a happy bitch.

So I set out to seduce him, and seduce I did.  I was riding Father’s cock right there on the altar of the chapel we used for Morning Mass every day.  I even shoved the Chalice, that is used during The Eucharist up my ass. HA!

So it goes on and on, he was begging me to stop, praying to the Holy Mother to help him.  Actually I think she was looking down going, Thank FUCK it’s not a boy that Priest is screwing for once, then went about knitting Jesus’ Christmas present.  So since he is praying and moaning at the same time, I decided to recite my own little prayer…

Our Father

Which art in heaven

Hollowed be Thy name

One earth as it is in Heaven

Forgive us our debts

As we forgive our debtors.

And with each word I got louder and louder.  I told him that I could hear the Nun’s coming down the hall to get ready for vespers.  I didn’t stop though, their footsteps loud and clear on the floor outside the heavy oak chapel doors.  I stopped, I could tell that he was aching, I smiled down at him, I could see in his eyes the begging, begging for me to keep fucking him like this so his balls could release that churning, massive load of old Priest juice up into my sweet school girl virgin Mary hole.  I whispered loudly, “Father, they are right outside that door, ready to come in.  I’ll tell you what, you scream that you like to fuck your students so they can get an A in your class, and I’ll start riding you again, if you don’t then I will climb off and leave you like this.”

The mixture of panic and lust was very evident upon his face, I knew he couldn’t stop, it felt too good, he liked it too much.  He shook his head as he placed his hands back on my hips, I started pounding down on him, my little uniform tie bouncing up and down on my tits, flying up every so often to gently bump against my cheek.  He said what I wanted him too, then he said it again, and again, and again. Until He SCREAMED it as he came inside me.

I could hear the door open in the back as I slipped behind the altar to wait for them to make their way up to the choral area above the sanctum.  The Father had just gotten off the altar in time to drop to his knees to make believe that he was praying.

All in all it was a great call, I loved it, he loved it. And that’s all that matters.

Your Fetish Freak,

Frankie

Smoking Fetish

 You watch as her mouth parts ever so slightly, your attention drawn to the momentary color of black behind those soft ruby red lips.  Then it happens.

The slow, beautiful, sensual almost ethereal dance of grey tendrils of smoke as they move, serpentine like, moving over it’s self, crossing,  wafting upward, hiding her face from view for a few moments, but those lips, you can still see the bright redness of them.

You swallow and adjust the way you are sitting.  You wonder if she knows, knows that you are watching her, getting hard following the smoke from her perfect mouth.  The way it curls, swirls, hangs ghost like in the air above her head before it dissipates.

Then you realize she is looking right at you, smirk upon those full lips of hers, she over exaggerates the movements of her bringing that burning cigarette to those lips; oh God those perfect lips; before drawing in a long, slow drag, forcing the hot box on the end to light up, orange and hot.

She lowers her head slightly, keeping her mouth open so you can see the smoke curl in circles as she breaths it into her lungs.  You think about how warm her breath, mingled with the smoke would look and feel against your now stiff dick.  She is blatantly teasing you now.  She holds it inside her for awhile, making you inch forward in your seat with anticipation, she raises her hand to her mouth, placing a kiss on the palm of her hand, then with an action that would cause a lesser man to erupt right there, she blows you a kiss, forcing a stream of soft luscious smoke across her hand and right toward you.

Jordon

Something To Remember Me By

“Stay still.” he said with a tone of amusement in his voice.

I hid my face behind my hands and muttered, “I can’t, this is embarrassing me!”

“After all the things we just did, THIS is what is making you blush?  I would of thought it would of been something along the lines of me video taping you while you did some nasty ATM action, or when you sucked me off in the back of the cab here, or how you rode me so hard that we almost broke the chair, or when you were licking my ball then my asshole, or even when I called you my slut on the way up in the elevator and that guy almost choked on his mouthful of water, but no, it’s THIS that makes you embarrassed.”

He put his phone down and came to me, pushing my hands aside to reveal the full body blush that had started on my cheeks then rapidly spread down the length of me.

*This is different, you will have this on your phone.  I know nobody will see the video except you, but what if you lose your phone? Or someone borrows it to make a call and sees me like this.  Then what?”  I said, almost whining with frustration.

He smiled at me as he brushed his fingertips over my skin. “Then I guess they will have something to remember you by as well.”

Janene

Back from the beach..

I had such a good week in Florida. I took a working week doing a photo shoot for a swimsuit ad and a little steamy sexy fun in the warm summer sun. I met some really hot guys and girls while I was there. I was doing some wild and kinky things. There was a great bi-sexual encounter with a hot chick and her super sexy boyfriend after a night of drinking and dancing.

I also hooked up with two guys. They where both straight till I made them fuck and suck each other. It’s such a turn on the make two guys do a forced bi-sexual encounter before they can get with me. I love sitting in the corner playing with my pussy while I ordered them to suck each others cocks till they blow their hot loads in one another mouth. Then I made them sit before me on their knees and stroke each others cocks back to hard and kiss then I watched as they took turns fucking each other. After that, I let them both fuck me. It was so freaking hot.

What Lies Beneath

The first time you saw me you were walking through the University Library doors.  Usually people never notice me, but you did.  You stopped dead in your tracks, ran outside, and came back in with some weak assed flowers that you picked from one of the planters outside the doors, handed them to me, then went and sat down within my line of sight.

I thought it was cute at best.  But then you started to come around every day.  Not really working on anything, just pretending to read a book while sneaking glances at me over the top of your books.

At first I pretended not to notice you.  Just went about my day, stacking books, putting them on the shelves, checking them out, checking them in.  Such is the life of a Librarian.  Then came the day that you spoke to me.  I will never forget it.  You walked right up to me, said, “Excuse me.” When I looked up you smiled then mouthed the words, “I want to fuck you.”  I couldn’t believe it.  Never in my life had a student come onto me before.  I was both appalled and excited.  You laughed a little bit then walked out.

For weeks I went without seeing you.  I began to look for you every day, I began to change the way I dressed, the way I spoke, even going so far as to practice my “sexy voice” at home.  Then it happened.  Being finals week the Library was open extra hours to accommodate the onslaught of panicked students working frantically to get papers finished.  I had thought for sure I would see you, I wore new panties, bra, stockings, heels, and wore my hair down.

The way I was attired along with the way I wore make-up and had my hair drew a lot of attention.  So much so that I was starting to rethink how I had been acting, feeling very silly with the way I had let a simple few words mouth to me over the desk make me change everything about myself.  I was disappointed that you didn’t show, but also relieved that I could go back to the way things were before.  I was more comfortable that way.

I had just put my fingertips on the switch in the back office to turn off the lights when I heard your voice.  It startled me to the point that I actually jumped.  I turned around and there you stood, naked, clothes on a pile beneath your feet.  My breath caught, my hand fluttered to my neck, I tried to turn away but you closed the distance between us quickly.  You placed your hand on my face, turning it toward you, every inch of my body was on fire, not to mention the effect was having on my on fire pussy.  It was convulsing in spastic quick motions.

You leaned in, brushing your lips against mine, I thought that I was going to pass out from want of you.  You looked into my eyes, smiling a wicked smile.  By this point I was dripping wet, having to switch my weight from foot to foot just to give my aching cunt some relief.  You placed your hand on my tit, gently, coaxing the nipple to rapid hardness.  Everything was moving so fast, I wanted to stop, yet I couldn’t.  You took a step back and said, “I am going to fuck you.” As you spoke you guided my hand to your hardening cock. “Then I’m going to fuck you again.  I am only 17 but I will plunge my cock in every hole you have.  You are dressed like a slut, who knew that you were hiding a whore beneath those clothes.”

Amber