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My hot sexy neighbor from college arrived home earlier this week for fall break. He is such handsome young man and on top of that he is polite and a model young man so you can only imagine how wet I got when I saw him drive in the driveway. He had his sunglasses on and a big smile to go with it and I watched him walk in the house, wondering how long it’d be before we reconnected.

I didn’t have to wait very long. My doorbell rang later that night just as I was about to sit and watch TV in my purple PJs so I was a bit bummed until I opened the door. “Why Hello Darling!” He smiled and gave me a hug walking in the door as he did so. We sat on the sofa and he updated me on college life. We sat for a while looking at each other and I could see his cock growing in his jeans. Finally he just leaned over and kissed me sticking his tongue in my mouth. He wrapped his arms around me and began to take off my top feeling up my breasts and pinching my nipples. In the months he had been away I had forgotten how damn good his touch felt. No man has touched me like he has in a long time. My nipples got hard instantly as he played with my tits and I moaned in lust. He sucked my nipples hard and deep and slipped off my bottoms. By now my cunt was on fire, juices flowed like hot lava and my lust was unbelievable. I ripped his clothing off and took his beautiful cock in my hands and rubbed it up and down. It sprang to life at once and I wasted no time licking the head while I rubbed his balls. Moaning as I sipped his pre-cum from his prick I took his cock slowly in my mouth. Using just my mouth I went down deeper on his thick hard cock. I thrust my mouth hard up and fast on his rod as he moaned and his cock pulsed “Oooh yes baby oooh no one sucks my cock like you do.” Nothing beats an experienced woman who knows how to suck a good cock. I sucked him with no hands (that’s the best way) and didn’t stop until I was deepthroating his cock and gagging. When I could handle no more I gasped for air. Spit and cum drooled from my lips as I tickled my pussy. I needed his young cock in my hole right now. “Cum on you hot stud. Fuck me, let me show you how a real woman fucks a man.” He sat back and I straddled him lowering myself as juices hit his balls. My warm wet cunt sat on his cock and I took it in my hands and plunged him in my tight fuck hole. “God oh fuck” I had forgotten just how good his thick fuck stick felt in my cunt. It had been two months since I had fucked him and I had sadly taken his cock for granted but not anymore. I thrust myself up and down his cock riding him hard and grinding my hips into his. With each thrust I seemed determined to let out a moan of lust and passion. His cock just pounded me hard and deep and he nailed my clit so hard I slipped off his pole and had my first squirting orgasm. “FUCK OH I AM SQUIRTINGG AAAHHHH YES” I shook for a moment as juices flooded the room. I laid him back to suck his cock dry and once his cock was empty and my cunt satisfied we went to bed and continued our night of hard passionate fucking and he didn’t leave until the next afternoon.

Ouch!!!

The patient came in with a bump on his nose. He had been horsing around with some buddies and fallen on his ass no big deal. The problem came when a metal object he was holding fell too and whapped him on the nose right on the bone. So there he sat in the exam room as I reviewed his chart and did a short exam. I knew he was going to have a bruise and a bump but his nose didn’t seem to be broken and he didn’t have a concussion. I told him to take some pain killers and sent him on his way but before I left I asked “Is there anything else I can help you with today?” He smiled thought about it and then said “Nurse I have a huge boner can you fix that?” I put the chart down took off my coat and had him undress. He wasn’t joking. His cock was massive I measured 10 inches long and at least 2.5 inches thick. This man had a cock if I ever saw one. I laid him back on the bed and took his cock deep in my mouth. It tasted so damn good and I went deeper and harder down his cock, pausing only to remove my clothes before I went back to sucking his huge cock. I got on my knees so he could feel my tits and grab my ass and he took full advantage spanking me hard. As I gagged on his prick he inserted a finger in my hole and pinched my clit and I came with my mouth stuffed with cock.

I finally took his cock out and knew he was ready to fuck but he didn’t want what I expected. “I want to ram your ass and that he did. It hurt so bad, his thick fat cock deep in my ass as tears ran down my cheeks. I never really adjusted to his size and he just kept pounding me and enjoying every moment. Despite the pain I was still able to cum and I even pushed my ass back on his cock with authority. This did it. He spanked my ass and I felt jets of spunk fill my anus. Once he had finished cumming he smiled and I cleaned his cock of cum and he was a satisfied cured patient.

Need the nurse to cure your needs? Call Now!

Feeling evil today, cum slaves….

HAPPY HALLOWEEN VERMIN!!!

You are a worthless excuse for a man, that is why you are here isn’t it?  A worm, a useless maggot craving the humiliation that only a perfect Mistress knows how to dish out.  Humiliating you is one of my most favorite things and nothing amuses me like a squirming worm begging — begging for more, begging for mercy, begging to be under my control. You’re pathetic enough to warrant the vitriolic verbal punishment from a Goddess such as myself.  You should feel ashamed being as wretched as you are. Your mere existence makes me want to puke.


I ll abuse your mind. I will degrade you and I will use you.  And you, my wretched worm, will pay dearly, literally and figuratively, for the privilege of being allowed in my presence. Dirty worthless slave boys have no need for anything but to serve this beautiful Goddess. You, without me, are less than nothing, a piece of shit not even worth stepping on. I know it and more importantly, your disgusting little worm dick knows it too.

This is not your typical phone sex, as a matter of fact, there may likely be no sex at all. I might let you kiss my ass and, if you’re able to pay my “cum tax,” you may even be given the privilege of humping the floor until you squeeze out a tiny drop of your maggot spooge from that tiny shrimp dick.


I’m not, however, entirely about humiliation. I am about pushing your limits in every way possible.  That’s right, I am going to have you doing things you never thought you would.  Even better, I will make you CRAVE the things that disgust you, for that is what it takes to please me.


I’ve prepared a list of other things that amuse and please me on the phone. You sad little cum dumpsters have no imagination without the one I inject into your brain, so here are a few things that makes your Goddess smile:


~ I love boys who have a foot fetish or an ass fetish.  Feet, leg and ass worship is a plus!
~ Stockings and nylons and pantyhose fetishists
~ Panties, Slips, Girdles and Assorted Lingerie (a cross dressing favorite!)

~ Forced Feminization – Crossdressing – Sissy Training – Slut Training for you pussy boys
~ Facesitting – Pussy smothering and Ass smothering
~ Cock and Ball Tease (Extra naughty boys love CBT!)

~ Cuckold Phone Sex
~ Tease and Denial with emphasis on “denial”. This includes chastity training & keyholder services.
~ ‘Submissve’ Adult Babies and diaper lovers – ab/dl
~ Anal Training, strapon sex, and forced bi, dildo play


In case you haven’t noticed, I am a harsh and demanding Mistress Goddess.  I take pleasure in your weakness, your suffering and your money.  What better use for your time and money than serving this most perfect Goddess Mistress?  Get out your wallet, pick up the phone and dial my number.

GO FUCK YOURSELF….literally

Want to fuck yourself up the ass hands free? Well all is not lost this freaky chick knows just what you need. Here we go now; so pay close attention; wouldn’t want any of you morons to miss any of the important details. First off you will need a mattress, a broom, “not the metal kind, the old wooden kind with a rounded end”, lube for the hole of course, last but not least, set a side enough time for playing with your funhole. Now take your broom and your lube into your bedroom, put the broom with the handle sticking out, do I need to point out to you morons just leave about 6 inches sticking out, between the mattress and the box spring. Now lube up your ass, bend over, and back slowly onto the broom handle. Is it in yet? Waiting…… Alright; you know the drill, back and fourth we go, that’s a good little bitch, keep on pumping it, are you feeling that wonderful feeling building up in your pucker hole yet? That’s right; faster, oooh almost there, one more, there we go. Was that as good for you as it was for me? How you may ask was it good for me? Well fuck that’s easy; just picturing one of you sad losers, bent over, fucking yourself with a broom handle gave me the best damn laugh I’ve had in days. Here, here to the joys of broom fucking and to all the sad losers that feel compelled to take it up the ass.

Mistress Of The Night

Dreams are funny things, aren’t they? So private, so personal, so absolutely powerful. And in the middle, right at the edge of dream and waking, the mind opens to a worlds of possiblity. It makes you receptive to the true nature of things. You are weak and while you’ll never admit it when you’ve put on your game face, you’re naked now, vulnerable. I will remind you as you face the day ahead exactly what your purpose is. I will arouse you, tempt you and taunt you as you deserve.

As your day moves on, as your ass is constantly kissed, you’ll have the reminder deep inside that there’s a Mistress out there who knows you’re really a kneeling, panting pussy boy in need of complete and utter humiliation. You will redden at the thought of filthy fantasies I plant in your brain to distract you, to seduce you.

 I know what you need. Honesty. And trust me, baby, I may speak it softly, but that only mocks your manhood all the more. You need some humble pie this morning, that daily dose of truth that keeps you hard all day long. Waking up to my special brand of emasculation is just what every dirty little humiliation junkie needs to face the world at large.

And for all you dirty boys who just want to wake up and stroke it? I would love to help you out with that as well. I’m no man hater, in fact, I adore all of you! So don’t let my penchant for humiliation scare you off, I’m a Mistress of many moods!

 

Wine making time!

So I had a pretty incredible call yesterday with one of my favorite bitches.  He was so sweet, he made me some homemade wine.

I had him take a nice relaxing enema to clean out that dirty asshole of his.  Then he climbed in the shower and shoved grapes up his ass for me.  He was a good slut and managed to get 15 grapes up his ass.  Then his dildo was shoved up there to smoosh the grapes over and over.  Each time he made some room, I had him pack some more up there.  Then I had him lay down in the puddle of wine in the tub and put one grape at a time under his cock and use a shoe to smash his cock to smoosh the grape.  Last but not least I made him hump the bottom of the tub until he came in the wine.  Such an obedient bitch.  <Smooches>

Dominant Handjob

“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.”

Cucumber Humiliation

I had a dinner party this past weekend and true to form this chic was feeling beheaded by midafternoon on the day of the party.  The menu was fairly simple: pan seared duck with a chipolte apricot glaze, roasted garlic mashed potatoes, mixed green salad (with avocado, cucumber, grilled onions, and blue cheese in a balsamic vinaigrette), and for dessert Mango and Strawberry Cobbler, but things kept happening that kept me from getting my butt in the kitchen where it needed to be.  One of my neighbors dogs got out and she was panicking (okay, so was i) so we went on a frantic dog search.  By the time we found the dog my florist was closed and i hadn’t picked up the arrangements for the party.  My mom called crying over a fight with my aunt and so it went, problem after problem.  That’s why i didn’t answer my phone when he called me later that afternoon.  Then he called again…

Him: Why haven’t you answered me little one?

me: i’m busy! I am just learning how to treat this new caller of mine. he is my master, and actually it quite turns me on!

Him: excuse me?

me: i’m sorry i was short with You, but i am busy washing vegetables and i had to put down cucumbers and dry my hands to text just now and things are out of control and nothing is going right and i. am. freaking. out.

Him: Are you alone?

me: yes Sir, i am now.

Him: Grab a cucumber, go to your room and get naked.

Less than two minutes later my phone rang again.  Gulp.  My heart started galloping and my tummy began filling with butterflies.  My problems were already starting to fade away into the background when i dropped to my knees and answered with a quiet, “hello.”  He wasted no time with idle chit chat. 

“You are mine georgia.  MINE.”

The words had an immediate effect on me.  My pussy contracted around the words as if they were fucking me with the depth of their meaning and the butterflies in my tummy took flight.  i was his right now and nothing else mattered.

“Your lips are mine.  Touch my lips.”

“Your breasts are mine.  Slap my breasts.  Harder.  i want to hear it.”

“Your nipples are mine.  Pinch my nipples.  Harder.  Make it hurt.”

“Your pussy is mine.  Fuck my pussy.  Use two fingers and fuck it.  Faster slave.  Faster.”

And so it went until i was breathless and begging to cum.  He tells me it takes most women a long time to reach an orgasm, but i’ve never been one for marathons and my pussy feels the same way…sprinting to the finish is just her style.  He granted permission for me to cum without even making me beg  and then before i’d had a chance to catch my breath he ordered me to cum again.

i was all a-tremble, the dinner party a forgotten nuisance when he spoke again, “clean your fingers like you clean my cock.”  i slid my fingers out of my pussy and put them in my mouth, sucking them clean and moaning as i imagined sucking my cum off of him. 

“Do you like that little one?”  he asked, and i mumbled a “yeth thir” around the fingers in my mouth.  “Good girl.  You do taste good.  So good in fact that I think we should share. Take the cucumber and slide it deep inside your pussy.”   i took the large, cold cucumber from the floor beside me did as he ordered.  My pussy clenched around it convulsively, still wanting to fuck, but he had other plans.

“Now pull it out, get dressed and go finish your salad.  Do NOT wash the cucumber off.  Do you understand me?”

i knelt there in shocked silence.  Surely he didn’t mean for me to serve a cum soaked cucumber to my friends.  No.  He coudn’t mean that.  He wouldn’t…

“Did you understand me slave?” he asked again in a tone that told me he did in fact expect me to serve my cum with dinner. 

“Yes Sir,” i managed to whisper past the sudden lump in my throat and after a simple ‘good girl’ he hung up the phone. 

The rest of the afternoon went by in a blur.  No longer did i worry about the recipes i cooked, or about the dress i was wearing or the way my hair turned out or about my make-up or what music to play.  All i could think about was the little chunks of cucumber in the salad that wore my cum as their dressing. 

Dinner went off without a hitch and everyone had a lovely time.  i blushed while they ate the salad, amazed that they remained unaware that they were munching on the proof of my slavery, but then they didn’t need to be reminded of what i was…

but i did. And so do you guys. Call me and let me be your little bitch tonight. I will do whatever you say.

My Son

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.”

Tiny little dicks need to be locked up!

Don’t you think a Goddess like me deserves a real cock, on a real man?  A strong powerful man.  A Superior man.  Everything that you are not.  A man with confidance.  A man who knows how to make a woman feel fulfilled.

You are lacking.  Your cock is pathetic to say the least.  You are not even worthy of my time, more less my attention.  What your deserve is for me to laugh at your miniscule and pathetic little dick, and slap it in a cage.  It is so tiny and useless it has no purpose so of course it should be locked away.  Perhaps if you worship me the right way and are very obedient perhaps I might let your pencil dick out of its cage every now and again.  Then again, maybe not.