Everyone has different tastes and different moods; nobody understands this better than me. Lucky for you, I love it all! You may like things tame, missionary style, a little foreplay and nothing out of the ordinary. Sometimes you might be in the mood to get a little kinkier; exploring boundaries, using toys, or having me take control, you might even enjoy me using my strap-on on you! I’m a girl of varied tastes, so whatever you are in the mood for we can do. Either way you accomplish the same thing with me, the best orgasm you have ever had! Call me; I can’t wait to show you how good I am at making you cum!
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I walked in the attorney’s office distraught and confused. It’s bad enough when a wife becomes a widow but a post funeral controversy adds insult to injury. I was wearing all black and dressed as professional as I could muster. With a black coat and black skirt I looked like a business goth. I even had on dark makeup and my hair was in a tightly pulled bun. I had an 11:00 appointment with the family lawyer Lance Edwards and his secretary Beth ushered me in at 11:00 on the dot. I walked right in as she shut the door. Standing right over his desk and ignoring his greeting I said “Lance what the hell is going on? What do you mean there’s an issue with his will?” I was furious. They called just two days after his death and were very vague meaning I had to meet them now. “Well Mrs. White after examining your husband’s will, we found something quirky that puts a huge twist on his possessions and assets.” He got up from his desk a piece of paper in hand and sat beside me on the sofa and as he did he handed me a glass of water. “Alright cut the bullshit what’s going on?” He gave a heavy sigh and showed me a piece of my late husband’s will. I just stared at the paper in utter bewilderment. What did this mean? It was a will he had passed all of his things down to me what the hell was the big deal? Seeing my confusion he read, “All of my possessions assets, funds, and anything of monetary value, this includes home, cars, stocks, property, life insurance etc. is to be passed to the next person carrying the family name so that it shall be preserved and prosper. I am sorry to inform you Mrs. White that nothing you or your husband jointly owned belongs to you, rather it belongs to your son Harry. He is the one who carries the family name.” He continued before I could interrupt. “He is a male and when he marries his wife and kids will bear his name but you will carry your maiden name or the name of anyone you marry. Even if you don’t marry but were to have another child they would bear their father’s name.” So there it was I was left with nothing my son left with everything. He had just become insanely wealthy in a matter of fifteen minutes.
It didn’t take long for my son to use this power. I no longer had access to money without his permission or a new job which in this economy probably wasn’t going to happen. My son knew this and took full advantage. From the moment I arrived home from the lawyer’s office he took control. He had nothing to do with creating the will but he sure was the master of it. I was now my son’s maid, cook, and servant. I had lost all my authority and this was further exasperated when he told me that unless he wanted to be kicked out of his house, I needed to suck his cock. I was horrified but he was persistent. When I refused he began to gather what little I owned and put it in a bag. I didn’t want to be homeless so shameful humiliated and embarrassed I got down on my knees as he asked and took out his cock. I was being raped by my own son forced to do his sexual bidding or suffer the consequences. I took his cock out and began rubbing it with my hands and it slowly sprang to life. I was so ashamed and it was so disgusting touching my own son but he forced me to suck his cock taking it deep and fast until I was deep-throating him. I tried to do a lame job but in his eyes that only meant I needed more practice so it was better to do it right and get it over with. I was in tears as he forced my head down on his cock making me choke and gag.
It didn’t get much better. He tore off my clothes and began to rape my breasts with his cock shoving them between my tits and making a tight pussy. He had his way, sucking my nipples and fondling my tits and I was powerless to stop it. It didn’t end there despite my desperate pleas and cries. He just thrust my legs open and began rubbing my cunt even sliding two fingers in hard and deep as I screamed. “NO SON PLEASE DON’T RAPE MY PUSSY YOU HAVE GONE FAR ENOUGH PLEASE!” This had no effect oh him as he began to lick my pussy out even nibbling my clit. Making matters worse I couldn’t pretend I wasn’t getting turned on when my pussy began to drip. He just laughed at this and said “See Mom you enjoy it” and without another protest he plowed into my pussy. He raped me hard and deep going faster and harder with each thrust. The excitement and forbidden nature of the incest seemed to be turning him on as he grew thicker inside me. As the rape went on I could feel my pussy sopping wet and despite my sobs and cries at the horrid nature of this act I came all over his cock sending him over the edge where he too exploded into the depths of my cunt.
Now my son does whatever he wants to me sexually and beyond because as he puts it “I am not his mother but his slave.”
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.
Hello to all my new followers! Welcome and a gracious thank you for the following~
- 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!]
- 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!
- 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!
- 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.
- 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 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.
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.
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.
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.
I just have to tell you all about the best fantasy I have heard lately. Pretend you are a man on his first visit to a real honest to goodness whorehouse. You walk in, scared and unsure, and I meet you at the door.
“Good afternoon, you’re right on time,” I say. “Welcome to the Imperial Palace. I am sure we will have exactly what you are looking for. I am Kenzie, the owner and manager.” I shake your hand and offer you a chair and some tea. I can see you are a little nervous and anxious.
“I’d like to show you some of the rooms we have here. Once you decide on a room, we can choose your girl.” I begin asking you questions about you and what you might be interested in. If you are more of a dominant man or a submissive, if you are looking for hot sex or something more exotic. Your eyes sparkle when I mention exotic. I smile and I lead you to the rooms.
As I show you each room, you begin to get more and more anxious, I know I need to find you a girl soon. I show you rooms with leather, lace, toys, a bed, all different choices. You choose the fetish room. I smile bigger.
I tell you it’s time to choose a girl. I bring out a long line of girls for you- tall girls, short girls, very thin girls, curvy girls, girls of all different colors, even a set of twins. You look at all the girls and I can see you getting more and more aroused . However, you turn down girl after girl. After the last, I turn to you, asking what you think. You tell me there is one girl you were interested in, and only one girl. I ask you who she is. You look me straight in the eyes, and say… YOU.
~to be continue~
Naughty lil whore,
Kenzie
I love meeting new people. That’s one of the greatest benefits I have. I get to talk with new guys all the time and hear first hand what turns them on and gets their cocks hard. If you are new to the world of phone sex do not be afraid. I will; be gentle and listen to all your wants and desires no matter how perverted or kinky you think they are. There is no need to hide a desire for fear of backlash or judgment because I don’t judge you. Instead I listen carefully to what you ask for and then provide you with the hottest scene possible. Still skeptical or skittish? Feel free to email me or send me an IM so that I can personalize your scenario and make it perfect to fit and fulfill all your needs. What are you waiting for? Call now!
