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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

Your asshole will be gaping…

My strapon is huge and is feeling the need to fuck with a vengeance this afternoon.  I am not talking about nice sensual ass stretching.  I am referring to some hardcore asshole pounding.  The end result is your puckered hole turning in to a gaping sinkhole.

Of course while I am punishing your fuckhole I will be telling you exactly what I think of you……  I want you to be crying like a little bitch just for me…your Goddess!

Forbidden Desires

It’s okay Miss Daphne never tells, that is as long as you remain my “good boy.” You called to tell me all about your forbidden desire one that you have never shared with another living soul. You got down on your knees and crawled into my chamber begging for some time with your Mistress. I obliged and you started to ramble on about the dirty things you like to do. “Shhhhhhh here now fuck toy don’t stress I am here to ease your wicked mind.” I allowed you to continue as I slowly walked over to my dresser and got out my largest strap on cock from my toy drawer. As I slid it on and started to slowly stroke it, I watched you grow hard and tuck your head in shame. It’s okay sweetie, Miss Daphne knows just what you need and you are by no means the first to come to me with these desires. I told you to stay where you were on your knees for me and then I slid the huge tip into your mouth. Slowly you worshiped the huge, hard, cock and started to moan. Now, tell me where is it that you want this huh? I probed a little deeper into your mouth then pulled out so you could speak. “Miss Daphne I am an ass whore of course I want it so badly in my tight man pussy please mam.” I walked up behind you and with my feathered whip I lashed your slutty ass cheeks several times before probing you. Round and round I went probing deeper and deeper with each circular thrust. Beg for it then bitch, tell me what you want. I was stern but extremely sexy and you listened to every single word I uttered careful to please. Your begging and pleading made me wet and again I drove the shaft deeper watching you spread open for me. Listening to you moan with pleasure and beg with all that you had. Miss Daphne was feeling very gracious that day and I allowed you to cum on one condition- that you clean up your mess and be gone~I do not care for fuck toys that linger in my chamber for to long.

Good boy for sharing your secret fetish with me and for taking my cock like a really good bitch. 😉

There is always more where that came from.

Miss Daphne

xoxodaphne :  AIM

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

   
 

You Really Fucked Up

What the HELL is your problem? You didn’t think I would find out? Oh shut up, you dumb cunt!  I don’t want to hear you try to feed me another word of bullshit, you understand?

Stand up. I said, STAND UP!  You don’t get to sit on my furniture, not any more.  You think I’m kidding? Don’t you fucking dare try to come over here and touch me, you small dick wonder you.  Oh, what? Did that hurt you? You getting pissed now?

I honestly don’t give a crap about how you feel.  YOU and YOU alone fucked up.  Get on your knees. That’s right, you heard me correctly, you get on those knees of yours and come over here in front of me.

You are so lucky I just don’t haul off and punch you in that smug face of yours.  Seriously. Who the fuck do you think you are? You are nothing but a low life, money grubbing, douche.  Now let’s get back to this thing between your legs. Oh sorry, did that hurt when I pushed the toe of my high heel into your nut sack? Okay, I’m not sorry at all.  You really think all those times I laid under you so you could try to please me with that novocaine cock of yours that I enjoyed it? What’s a novocaine cock? That’s my pet name for you.  Uh huh, been using it for a long time around my friends. It means that when you fuck me I don’t feel a thing.  I only allowed you to because we were in a relationship, but I guess I was the only one who thought that.

You have no job, no money, no place to go, no car, and now what? You fucked it up my friend, royally.  What’s this? Begging? Are you begging me to let you stay? Oh this is fabulous.  Go on, more, more, come on do it like you mean it.

I’ll tell you what, since I bought all your clothes I want them back.  I want every stitch of clothing taken outside to the curb in a trash bag, NOW! I don’t care if you are naked, not my problem, it’s yours, and I don’t care about your problems anymore.  And after you do that, you can take your sorry ass out back.  You want me to allow you to stay, I will, but on my conditions.  You can stay in the dog house in the back yard.  I’ll even get your own special dog bowl with your name on it.  You can have what ever scraps are left over after I eat.

Don’t look at me that way, you are free to leave, you can go, but since you came into my house with nothing, you leave with nothing.  I think you ditched those clothes you had after I started making the mistake of buying you new ones. But if you are to stay, then you stay on my terms.  And since you acted like a dog, you get to be one.

Oh, wait, on second thought.  Leave the clothes.  I think I will give them as gifts to the men I bring in here from now on, who I will fuck night after night, and you can lay out in your palatial mutt shack and listen in.

Now GO!

(P.S.  Can you all tell I have a roaring case of PMS? lol GRRRRR!)

The One and Only,

~M.M.~

A Sinners Dream

I live a life of sin. I do what I want because I can. Look at my body, nothing gets in my way when I want something. I don’t give a damn what anyone thinks of me. I don’t play by any ones rules but my own. You walk by me, your jaw drops. You know, I’m in your naughty sinful thoughts. You stop and stare at me thinking I actually care just because I give you a little evil smile. I don’t give a shit what you think!  I am only a naughty wicked fantasy that crosses your mind when you lay your head down at night.
I’ll take you to a world of sin you will never want to leave.

Zoe
zoe4anything@aol.com

 

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

Are you my boy toy?


There is nothing better than coming home from a long day at the office to a hard, eager boy toy. Mmmm yes, I love using my young fuck boys for all sorts of things too. It’s always good to have several young cocks roaming about taking care of all my needs. Then of course a few waiting and ready in my bedroom for more erotic pleasures.

Ready to be controlled by a sexy slut that knows how to make you beg for more?

Call Teagan and your cock is mine.

Human ATM Training

Who will be accepted:

Those with a true desire to give me all that I desire and deserve;

Those who actually take the time to give Me what I like;

Those who can actually afford Me;

Those who can actually give Me control over their finances;

Those who do as they say they will, and not be a wannabe time wasting piece of shit;

Those who are ready to commit to a monetary relationship only;

Those who will tribute Me on an ongoing basis regardless of Me being available for a call or not;

Those who actually understand what it means to be a Human ATM;

Those who can hold a conversation pertaining to other subjects besides:

1. My tits

2. My ass

3. My pussy

4. that thing you kindly refer to as a ‘cock’

Those who only want to lavish Me with gifts, time, and money.

Who will NOT be accepted:

Those who spend a whole 20 bucks on a call and expect Me to be somehow grateful that you even phoned Me;

Those who waste My valuable time on IM without calling;

Those who do not call Me even when I tell them when to call;

Those who cannot take instruction and follow rules accordingly;

Those who are not in a financial situation where they cannot maintain a monetary relationship with Me.

I expect great things from my money slaves, I want respect, and intelligence.  I take pride in every single serious money slave that I now own, and the reason I do is because I have high standards, and those of you who are my sweet lil piggies know this, and do what ever possible to make Me happy.  And you all do.

Those who expect some sort of gratitude from Me regarding any monies received from them, YOU should be grateful that you are able to give me the lifestyle I am accustomed to, not the other way around, I’m not some maid, or street beggar for christ sake.  Also, to make one thing perfectly clear, I do NOT need your money, I don’t, but I want your money.  There is a very distinct difference.

IF you meet the above criteria, then contact me via email with what you are willing to do and what you are not willing to do.  If I deem you worthy of my time and attention, then I will email you back with specific instructions on how further communication is to be done.

I know this all sounds bitchy in nature doesn’t it? It isn’t for some of you, I understand that, and I have many regulars who aren’t even into the money type of fantasy, and that is fine.  I love speaking to those men/women as well.  But if you mention you would like wallet raping/blackmail/Human ATM or other forms of Financial Domination you better be damn sure you are able to do as you say.  Otherwise, you go on My “wank” list, and from that day forward I will NOT have any sort of contact with you ever again.  Then you can sit there on your pathetic ass and just read about how such and such is spoiling me, and know that you have missed your chance to actually be in the good graces of a real life Money Mistress.

I know what you are saying to yourself.  What do I get out of this? What you get is my time, attention, and sweet voice on the phone.  You get to spend time with a woman who you know deep deep down in side wouldn’t even tell you to go fuck yourself if you attempted to start a conversation with her.  You also get the gratification of knowing that I, and I alone, am being taken care of by you.  Don’t you think that and that alone is enough?

Tawnee

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.