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I want you to be in those sexy satin panties! And Yes, put on those soft nylon stockings, Why don’t you wear these shoes! Yes! You are my little panty boy, 
my slave, and I am your GODDESS! Treat me right! Be submissive to me and do anything I tell you to and I will make sure I will get you to open your ass for me! You want my nice warm pussy, don’t you? Well, you have to do what I say!!!
Your GODDESS,
Maxine
I want, when I extend my foot, the lowliest part of my goddess-like body, for you to bend over and kiss it. To lave my foot, whether it is in a tennis shoe, a sandal, a boot, or barefoot, with your tongue. To worship it, to show that you willingly place yourself under my heel, conquered by your own devotion to me, so that I do not have to exert myself if I do not want to. I’m tired of fighting all the chauvanistic assholes out in the real world, just to claim my rightful place, career, and paycheck out in the real world. When I come home, when I come into your home, I want my birthright as a living incarnation of Mother Earth, the Goddess, to be acknowledged the moment I open that door.
When you lick my bare foot, you will not neglect to suck on my toes. I want to feel your tongue working the tender skin between the joints, and a soft, reverent kiss placed on my instep. I want to feel your lips worshipping my ankles, and if I’m in a good mood, the muscles of my calves. Especially if I’m wearing heels. I do not wear heels for my own enjoyment, slave—remember that! If I wear heels, it is for two reasons; to make my already shapely legs look fantastic, and to grind the heel into whatever part of your body I’m displeased with. High heels hurt my feet, and they make my calves tense with the need to balance, so when I give you permission to salute my feet and lower legs when I’m wearing heels, I want you to show how much you appreciate the time and effort I’ve taken to wear them in the first place.
My knees are another point of worship; if I give you permission to rise as high as them in your daily devotions to my beauty, do not assume I will let you move on to my thighs. My knees are weapons against the dick-headed jerks of the world who think they can grab a woman’s ass in the workplace and get away with it. Many a woman’s knee has slammed into the groin of a man who thought he was better than her, simply by virtue of his genes. My knees can be used against you, if you displease me, so I want you to kiss them. I also want you to offer to do anything that requires kneeling, so that I do not have to bruise or otherwise sully them with menial labor. Scrubbing the floor, the toilet, wiping down the cabinets, mopping up spilled drinks, picking up broken glass, weeding in the garden, putting dishes away in the lower cupboards—anything that would cause me to have to bend down on my knees should be your job, and your place in the world. Remember to keep your own knees spread. Your thighs aren’t allowed to touch your cock, except maybe when you’re lying down, or you have to walk…… in which case you should be wearing your panties.
You say you want to worship? Be prepared.
I am a very kinky woman who has enjoyed making men my personal whores since I was in high school. I specially appreciate sweet little sissy sluts who crave feminization and forced homosexuality. I will have you apply lipstick and eyeshadow and slip into a pair of silky panties after you remove all that nasty hair from your body. Then I will treat you like you are my lesbian sex slave. You will be expected to worship me from the tops of my toes to the tips of my stiff nipples. That is…if your lucky enough to. For those non-princess types out there..you can expect anything from sensual domination to very cruel and demanding domination. I do not censor what I say, so if you are into hardcore sessions you will do well with me. I simply demand respect and obedience. If you are not sincere in your desire to submit you are better off choosing someone else to spend your money on. My schedule varies but your welcome to call me anytime and leave a message when and if its ok to call you back. I would love to make you MINE! slave.
The other evening, I sent my new whore out to a few of the local gay bars[Momma wants a new pair of shoes, ya know!] So what does my little cocksucking fag do? gives away 2 freebees!!! Well I told that dumb cunt she owes me $40 for being a stupid fuck-stick!!! She begged for forgiveness and said she had set up 2 dates for the following evening. I told Sally that this time, she had better earn me double that plus get a good ass-stretching on top of it, getting an extra $15 for begging them to let loose the juice up in her quivering mangina. She left last night around 10pm, and isnt home from work yet… but I cant wait to hear the stories my frosty fairy is sure to have!!!!LMFAO!!!
woot!
Do you have a fagg-a-licious story to tell me? wanna be whored out? Dumbed down? Wallet -raped? Or maybe you simply wish to spoil a perfect princess, such as myself, in exchange fo rthe chance to earn some of my sticky sweet panties?
Call me now…times-a-wastin!
What is wrong with this picture? Do you see the frustration on my face? Bitch you should have had my truck washed and ready for me to go out shopping this morning. I can’t seem to trust you to even keep up with the simplest of orders. I try to be a kind and loving Mistress but you can believe with all certainty that you will be punished. Question is, what shall I do to you to punish you…so many ways, so many ways.
I think I will dress you up in your sissy attire and put your collar and leash around your neck and take you to your job and prance you through the employee lounge and make you tell all of your employees what a worthless sniveling bitch that you are. I bet they all won’t look up to and admire their boss anymore, in fact I think you will be the laughing stock of your company. I love when you beg me not to do something, it just makes me determined to do it more. Get dressed now!
I finally got tired of waiting for that pathetic little princess and had to blow off some steam. My victim, though unprepared, took the greatest pleasure in submitting to me…little whore that she was. I must admit, it wasnt as much fun as torturing poor Tiff, but it was not without its merits. I did some experimenting for my next session with the princess, and I think she will be pleasantly disturbed!! Bound, placed on the rack, sensory deprivation, save for some delicious pussy and tit pumps. I do believe she found the true meaning of her existance pleasing me.
Isn’t that right Tiff?
Jealous yet?
I went to a football game with my friends recently and I must say we had a damn good time. We tailgated, ate great food and drank lots of beer. We were playing an old rival and the weather was shitty. It rained all day and by the time the game was over everyone was soaked (some of us in more places than others). We won the game that day and afterward all of us headed back to the parking lot where one member of the tailgate had an RV set up. As mentioned before it was raining like hell so we were all very wet, but I was wetter than most. Not only was my hair wet, my coat soaked and my pants damp, my pussy was throbbing. All of the men in our group just love flirting with beautiful women and all this attention had my pussy dripping. I kept envisioning all the men with their cocks out as I took turns sucking them off one by one milking their balls dry. We have a few former football players among us so I know they have big thick cocks with creamy loads and I wanted them to cream my cunt so bad. It was all I could do to keep from rubbing my pussy in the parking lot and just as my fantasy grew in my mind a guy called out. I seemed to be in a trance and I looked up at once and walked over to him. I smiled and said hello and he offered me a beer which I accepted. “Listen Elise I brought my buddy “J”; this is his first road trip, anyway he’s a pretty cool cat, why don’t you clear the RV and take him inside and give him a lap dance?” I had never met the man but it was like a dream cum true and certainly an offer I couldn’t pass up. I walked over to where he was standing and our mutual friend introduced us. As we talked he walked away to clear the RV and I seized the opportunity. “Come on babe, let’s go in here and get out of the rain.” He looked at me abruptly as if he couldn’t believe his luck and we walked inside and closed the door. Once we dried off best we could we decided wet clothes were no fun and so he took off his coat, t-shirt and jeans in quick order and sat them by a heater to dry, as I did the same. I had on far less clothing and in 30 seconds my breasts were out, my nipples hard and my bare pussy dripping. He just stared in amazement and I saw his prick spring to life despite how cold and wet we both were. “Like what you see baby?” He nodded and I sat him back on the couch running my hands down his chest. I straddled him so my pussy grinded against his cock and my tits were buried in his face. I gave him the best lap dance he’ll ever have and his cock just got harder and harder pre-cum oozing out. Finally I back off, and slid his boxers off and he didn’t stop me. What a pretty sight! His cock was bigger and thicker than I would’ve dared imagine and I straddled him again and swayed my ass into his hips. Now my wet cunt was grinding on the head of his meat pole. He was massaging my tits cupping them in his hand and sucking my nipples hard. I reached back with my hand and guided his dick in my cunt. I was so tight and wet, I needed satisfaction now. Once inside his cock wrapped around my pussy muscles tight. It was a perfect fit. I rode his cock hard going up and down hard and fast as his balls plowed into my pussy. It only took one light touch of my clit by his thick cock and I was cumming like mad. Juices squirted all over his cock and beyond but I kept riding him I wanted him to bust a nut in my cunt. We switched positions several times only so he could penetrate my cunt again and as I rode him reverse cow-girl he spanked my ass and I grinded my pussy deep into his cock placing my feet firmly on his thighs and pressing down to ensure all of his cock was inside me. I exploded several more times and he had yet to cum which I knew meant an explosion was on the way, and sure enough as I went down on his cock harder than ever he pulsed and grabbed my ass tight digging his nails in for support. Ahh he was cumming but this was unlike any orgasm ever. He just kept breathing hard and pulsing and I felt a stream of ho cum fill my cunt. Finally the tide wave subsided and as he pulled his dripping cock out of my hole jizz leaked out I was so full. I cleaned all the cum from his cock naking sure he was nice and dry and then we got our clothes and re-joined the party.
I just love Halloween. Ya know why? Cuz it allows me to be the wolf in sheeps clothing. Dressing up in a silly little costume, my victims fall prey to the assumed innocence of the holiday.Everyone is pretending to be something they are not…myself included, you ignorant little shits!Start talking your naughty smack to me about how you always wanted to try something twisted, some dark perversion.How you wanted to dabble in the occult not just some white cake fantasy, but a dream truly rooted in evil. You think I am kidding. Until you hit the bottom step of my basement lair and realize what a HUGE mistake you have made. You turn, with a nervous smile, and stammer that there must be some misunderstanding. I smile in turn, but there is a wickedness in it that makes you begin to sweat…as I close the door, and lock it.
…a nervous laugh escapes your lips….and at that moment we both know that was the final escape of the evening…
Gasp!!!
hahahahahahahahaaaa!
Idiot
“Get your fucking pants down, now!”
Heart racing, you struggle with your belt. She doesn’t have a right to treat me like this, you think to yourself. You try to ignore the clammy grip of nervous sweat around your balls. I ’ve paid good money after all; she is really nothing more than a whore when you get right down to it.
The more you think about it, the braver you’re feeling. Mistress, my ass! Just who in the hell does she think she is to talk to me like that?
Ignoring your own better judgment, forgetting that your pants are now down around your knees and your dick is sticking straight up, you look up to say something, to somehow defend yourself against my scornful abuse.
“You timid, little piece-of-shit, loser. Who in the fuck do you think you are looking at?”
My voice is cruel and unforgiving as I look at you with cold, icy blue eyes—first straight into your face and then down to your naked, twitching cock. I smirk, and you know you are beaten, that I have you, that I know you for the warped and twisted degenerate that you are. Your bravado is gone, your words caught dry and useless in your throat.
Wiggling my slender hand into a latex glove, stretching and pulling the latex to fit snugly between my fingers, I continue, my voice a wicked snarl, “Don’t even think about smart-mouthing me, asshole. You’re the one who called me. You’re the one who was so damn curious about a “FemDom” handjob. You’re the butterfingers who evidently can’t jerk off your own dick. You’re the underachiever who evidently needs an instruction manual on how to fuck pussy correctly.” My voice is sharp and cold and you know now that there will be no kindness, no mercy. But your cock is throbbing as you watch me squirting lube into the palm of my gloved hand.
“Five.”
I spit the number out at you as my slithery fist grabs your prick and moves down the length of it. The shock, the suddenness of it, is so visceral that you almost shoot your load right then.
“Don’t you fucking dare, weasel boy. This dirty, nasty, useless prick of yours doesn’t cum until and when I say so. And that would be when we get to the number one. Got it?”
“Christ! Fuck! Shit! Yesssssssssss, Ma’am.”
You hear yourself, a whimpering, blubbering, mindless automaton. You are my toy: a helpless, filthy cock-toy to abuse and molest at my whim.
“Four.”
As my hand moves—once up and once down—you feel my grasp tighten ever so slightly. Oh, she is a gifted Goddess. You know that now and your urge to cum is almost overpowering. You can’t help yourself and begin to actually wail. “Please, Mistress. Please let me cum now. Oh, please.” You hear yourself and are ashamed, but cannot stop. “Please, Mistress. Let me cum now. Let me be your dirty filthy boy and cum now. Please, please, please, please.”
Abruptly I loosen my grip and—before you even understand what is happening—smacks your cock. Once. Twice. Three times. There is nothing, nobody but you and me, my hand and your dick. You actually swoon and feel yourself buckling when I grab your arm and pull you you back up.
“No you don’t,” I whisper sweetly, lips grazing your ear. The unexpected change in my manner has you spinning and powerless, totally focused on me. You struggle to speak, to tell me you adore me, to tell me you belong to me while your abandoned cock twitches and drips, pointing directly at me: your Mistress, your Queen.
“You came here for a FemDom handjob. Don’t you remember? Or did your brain melt and drain into your balls and leave you stupid? If you spew already, you’ll miss the show.”
I giggle as I move away from you to sit in a nearby chair. You are tempted to beg me to come back, to jerk your cock again, that you will be a “good boy.” But seeing the look on my face you think better of it and are silent.
“That’s more like it,” I say, pointing between your legs. You are helpless, exposed. “That dick is now my property, my personal gear shift. Got it?”
Afraid to look at me, you nod, staring straight ahead. “Yes Mistress.”
“I’m going to start again in a moment, but this time I’m going to start counting back from ten.” Unable to stop yourself, you moan in frustration.
“Make that fifteen.” You bite your tongue.
“You’re learning,” I almost—but not quite—purr as I stand up again and walk toward you.
“Now stand there with your pants down around your ankles like the gimp-loser dick-wad you are while I lube this glove up one more time.”
“And then we’ll try again.”
I want you.
I want you to be mine.
I want you to *show* that you are mine, submissive to my every desire. Mine to do with as I please, to say yes as a good little boy should say to his Mistress, and never say no. To agree to whatever I want, whatever experiment, whatever position, whatever whim I might have in mind for you. I want you to agree that *my* pleasure is paramount, the end-all and be-all of your existence, and far more important than your own, to give me what I’m not getting elsewhere in the tedium of my life.
I want you to kneel naked before me, heels under your buttocks in that way you know I like, the way that spreads your ass cheeks just that little extra bit, making you hyperaware that your asshole is mine, too. I want your knees splayed wide, too, displaying the penis and balls dangling at the apex of your thighs–and that penis had better be hard; it’s disrespectful to be limp in front of your goddess.
I might want your hands clasped behind your back at the base of your spine, or I might want their fingers laced together behind your head, but either way, they will be out of my way, as you keep your head down and your shoulders back, displaying your chest and the nipples standing sentry there. You will not look up at my face, my breasts, or even my cunt unless I give you permission to; you are not worthy to gaze upon them without my will. I am a goddess, and you will show your devotion to me in the manner that pleases me best.
I want every inch of your body cleaned when you present yourself like a gift to me, scrubbed from head to foot, including behind the ears and between the toes. If I want you to wear cologne or perfume, I will let you know, but I do *not* want to smell your sweat until you’re bound and chained, and writhing in the ecstasy of the pain I can and will bestow upon you. I do not want to smell that stale cornchip odor on your feet, and I don’t want to smell stale urine on your cock—no, on *my* cock. If you are kneeling before me, submissive, then everything that was yours is now mine, and your penis is the most personal gift you can make. It will be mine.
Your armpits are to be shaved. This goes right along with the command that you must smell sweet and clean. So must your testicles. If I want hair on your ballsack, I will let you know, and give it time to grow. For right now, it must be as clean-shaven as your jawline. Possessing a beard and moustache are also out—they are signs of rebellion, of wanting to reassert your masculinity, and if you rebel, I will use my riding crop on the tender inner skin of your thighs.
I want you to worship me.
Are you worthy?
