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Pantyhose Fetish–Pantyhose Pump

I know your weakness. I know your secret fetish.  You have a pantyhose fetish. You are always looking at my legs. I wear short skirts just for you.  I know that you sneak into my lingerie drawer when I am not looking.

I know that you love my pantyhose and they make your cock so hard!

Today, this the day that I am going to catch you playing with my pantyhose. I walk into the room, I catch you and threaten to tell on you, my little pantyhose thief. You have to do exactly what I say.

I tease and practically torture you. I rub my pantyhose covered legs against your cock and balls. You drip pre-cum on my black pantyhose. I make you lick it off. I force you to lick me between my legs. You lick my pussy until I cum.

I have become your sexy dominate Mistress. You are helpless and unable to resist the lure of me and my pantyhose. I grab hold of your cock and I push my knees together. I hold your cock tightly between my legs. You feel my pantyhose surrounding your cock.  I giggle as you beg for mercy. You beg to be allowed to cum. I play my edging/pantyhose game with your cock between my legs.

Finally, I pick up the pantyhose that you were playing with when I walked into the room. I make you place your hands behind your back. I wrap my pantyhose around your shaft.  I tease you, taunt you and stroke you. I softly whisper that you are getting the “pantyhose pump” today as my hand strokes your shaft until I bring you to a very intense orgasm.

Brynna

 

He had to punish me…

I really left him no choice. He had to punish me. He caught me red handed, flirting with all the boys, dragging them into the lingerie shops and modeling things for them. I tried to apologize, but it was far too late for that. My hands were bound in front of me and then hung from a hook above my head. He had been planning my punishment for a while and had everything ready. He looked at me as he slapped my ass hard, telling me what a little slut I’ve been. He continued to spank me hard, counting each slap. His hand connected harder each time. I begged him to stop, to please forgive me, promising him anything. He smirked at me and told me that he would have exactly what he wanted. He moved down on his knees behind me. He spanked again, but this time added a lick to my pussy. He spread my legs wide, my feet coming off the floor. Instead of begging him to stop, I was now begging him to cum. He plunged three fingers into my pussy and commanded me to cum on his fingers. I came everywhere, my pussy dripping down my legs onto the floor. When he finally shoved his cock in deep, my usually gentle lover used my body for his pleasure only. He pounded me hard, the ropes cutting into my wrists, my arms bearing the weight. When he was ready to cum, he reached up and untied my wrists, dropping me to the floor on my knees. He grabbed my hair and ordered me to open my mouth, shoving his cock deep has his hot cum shot down my throat. He commanded me to swallow every drop, but that was unnecessary. My hungry mouth sucked at his dick, taking his entire load. Once he was sated, he grabbed my arms and lifted me up, caressing my face. “Why do you make me hurt you?” he asked gently. He took me into his arms and carried me upstairs. My gentle lover had returned, but I knew it was only a matter of time when I saw the other side again.

Is it okay to laugh?

I have a funny new caller. Just hearing his voice cracks me up so bad I get the hiccups. He is a panty boy and I do love my panty boy callers. He likes for me to dress him up sexy and to take him to the airport. Even though I am barely legal he calls me Mistress. I am a very bad girl and some of the time I make him get drunk and try to walk in his stiletto heels. Between you and I, he falls down a whole lot.

Last time was the funniest EVER!! We were really getting into things and other panty boys joined us for him to train. He was so girly even trying to tell them what was expected of them. His voice is not what you would call commanding. Then it happened…..wait for it. He moaned out in his most girly voice ” Tell me to make love to my right hand”.  ROLFLMAO!  Then like a good slut he licked up all his cum.

Let’s play dress up. You know you want to.

Wicked little Amanda

Eunuch

Your balls are so worthless that I am going to do all women a favor and just castrate you. You have about an hour to explain to me why I should undo your shackles and let you cut off the band.  Maybe you need more of an explanation since all the blood runs to your tiny joke of a cock when you look at me. If you come up with a reason I will still leave the band on for an hour. Then I will undo one shackle and watch you fumble to get band off and free other wrist.  I wonder what you will do fucking first since two free hands might make taking band off easier….But then time is ticking on the life of your ugly, pathetic nut sack.

I could use a eunuch around my home to take care of maid duties, cooking and to be an all round bitch boi.  Are those tiny balls going numb yet? The blood flow is being cut off and it won’t be very long.  Want to know what I think? You know you can’t please a woman you loser and you want those balls removed. Being a man isn’t something you are cut out for. The first time you saw my cunt creamy and my eyes light up for a big, black cock you knew the score.

I am growing impatient for a good reason for you to keep your grapes. I wonder if I start to twist them what will happen?  Did that hurt? I think you just have a low pain threshold because you are a little cunt trying to be a man.  Maybe I will just cut them off NOW!

Going to Suck His Cock for Me?

Just do it! Put on a sexy garter belt and black stockings.

Do it for me. I know you will do anything for me. I know that I have that much control over you!

Push my thong to the side and lick me. Bury your face inside my pink pussy walls. Make me cum.

You look so submissive dressed in your black lingerie and my juices all over your face.

Watch my boyfriend walk into the room. He is big. Nothing submissive about him! You are staring at his big thick beautiful cock! Just take it for me!

Be my sexy little cocksucker!

Love you,

Brynna

Boys Will Be Girls

Girls can be so mean to little boys sometimes. I always was and that will never fucking change. Jeffrey from across the street is playing house with the girls again. He is wearing pink shorts, a Hello Kitty tee and the girls have put his hair in pigtails with pink bows. It is so very entertaining but since they are young there is a few things they would never think to make him do. I have a few hours to kill so I think it is time he felt what it is really like to be a girl.

The girls have gone inside leaving him alone as usual. “Come over here”, I call to him. Yes, Ms Brianna”, he says shyly. I ask him why in the world he is dressed like a girl. He turns a pink shade to match his bows and explains to me that mommy likes him dressed like that.  “I see, so mommy wanted a little girl, not a boy” I ask him. Then Jeffrey slips and tells me a secret. He told me that he is mommy’s little whore. I had a feeling he was already broken in. Over milk and cookies he tells me about the strap-on mommy used. I make a few phone calls and soon my little sissy boy will have a real daddy’s cock instead of mommy’s strap-on.  A girl needs to learn, doesn’t she?

Family Fun Phone Sex

Oh, hey there Piggy.

I bet your perverted little ass thought I was going to write about you fucking your daughter/son/mother/auntie/or motherfucking twin, didn’t you? Fat chance, loser!

Nooooooo. I wanted to laugh at that pathetic pussy-whipped ass of yours who no doubt catered to your demanding, entitled, selfish and undeserving family all mutherfucking weekend.

HA! You DID didn’t you? I can see you hanging your head in shame. I bet it was a whole lot more like work and not play for you huh? Yeahhhh. I BET. You could have spent your weekend worshiping my fucking pussy, being denied orgasm over and over until you earned your final release. But instead you went to bed with blueballs because your wife was too fucking exhausted, pissed, overwhelmed, had too much sun to fuck your brains out at days end. Too bad for you loser. Tell ya what, though. You can make it up to me today, how’s that sound? And as an added bonus, I may just let you cum and finally drain those heavy fucking balls of yours. Now wouldn’t that be nice for a change?

Yes.

It certainly fucking would.

B is for Bondage

 I have a lovely necklace that is just a B. One of my slaves presented it to me as an offering. I do wonder if the B really stood for Bitch or Bondage. No matter as they both suit me. I was out the other night just dressed in jeans a corset and boots. Nothing really telling of who I am.  Sipping Pernod, reading and enjoying the night air. Several gentlemen approached me intruding on my personal space and tying to guess what B stood for.

Rather then have to be the one to leave I answered with a look that would scare most men away, and trust me it did. Around 11 pm a rather interesting looking man approached me with a Pernod and a business card.  The card had the words ” I am interested” on the back. About an hour later I called him asking if he knew what he was getting into. We made plans to meet that night at a old, rather seedy hotel. Sometimes, it is sleaze that does it for me.

When I arrived he was already tightly wrapped in plastic. A very quiet but beautiful woman smiled at me explaining she had him ready for me. Her only request is that she watch as Mistress fucks her immobilized husband. My pleasure.

The Pit and the Pendulum

There is the rare caller that wants gore, death, torture and torment. Just typing those words has me dripping wet. Normally it is I telling the story of the things I will do to you. I weave a tale of cruel sadism and eventually demise. Just as you die I cum so hard I can barely stop trembling.

Last night was different. The gentleman caller with a deep Southern drawl wanted me to be an accused witch and him the inquisitor. He demanded I undress and lay on the bed on my stomach. I wished more than anything I wasn’t alone so I could be bound.

Before the torture began he fucked my ass deep and hard to the point of blood trickling out. He teased me by licking it up and not letting me have a drop. I am tough and did not break or cry out during all the means of torture he had. Branding, whipping, boiling oil none of it made me cry out. He was clearly done with me and death would have come no matter if I confessed or not. He spread my arms and legs till I heard a slight cracking of my joints. He bound them with leather. He fucked me one more time pulling my hair and biting me till he had a mouthful of my blood. He left and returned what may have been hours later. I listened to him setting something up above me. Knowing what was ahead of me was exciting beyond belief and my body betrayed me one last time as I squirted all over the antique quilt I laid on. The huge circular blade starting moving back and forth getting lower and lower to my back. I would push up if I could, making the sweet pain and blood spurting come sooner.

His deep voice starts to quiver….Ivy I am cumming.  With that he was gone.   If it is gore, torture, depravity, debauchery, sodomy, and any kind of blood play, I am your slut. Want to have hot nightmare’s of things you can’t imagine?  For once in your life, be evil.

Philip the Faggot

Philip the Faggot is the dirtiest, nastiest caller I have.  I love it nasty so I know it is going to be a wild ride of fluids and fucking.  He gets especially excited knowing I just took several loads of hot cum in both my hot fuck holes. I lay on my back and let him hear how drippy I am.  He plunges his tongue in and licks up all the cum but he wants so much more than cum.

Philip the faggot is not only a cum eater but he is a toilet slave. He salivates at the thought of a hot, cum laced brown shower. I sit on his face with him on his knees like a toilet. His little clit twitches at my first sweet perfume farts as he sniffs deeply. He knows what is coming next and opens wide for his tiny little teen Mistress.

Now he is ready to have his naughty fuck holes filled straight from the source.  I always invite over at least 10 men. He waits with his pink panties on laying on his back with his legs up high. “Oh look at that, you have a big wet spot of your cunt juice soiling your panties”, I tease Philip.  I make him take them off and lick them clean before the men get here.   Soon he is getting pounded like a dirty ass slut as I watch and finger myself cuming over and over again. What a mess Philip will have to lick up when the men leave.