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Latex FemDom Of The Night

I love the feeling of latex on my petite body. When I finally wiggle myself in, it feels cool and tight. I’m thinking I should add more latex to my wardrobe, It’s just not myself who loves it but you as well.

Why do you think women in the Superhero movies wear latex? Once they put it on, they become this confident, unstoppable force of nature. I guess I could say I feel the same. I may look like the girl next door type but when I wear a latex outfit, I turn into a Latex FemDom who will control every fibre in your being. Oh don’t worry, you will get to enjoy my latex as well. You will feel it pressed against your skin when I fuck you with my 9 inch strap-on.

When I get dressed up to go out at night, I look for the perfect victim. I will be something that scares you but yet excites you at the same time. By morning, the latex is off and its sweet, little Cheyenne again.

 

Written By: Cheyenne
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Love Hurts

   He showed up at my door with Black Roses, boxes from Hades Malaya1boots, and gift boxes in red with black ribbon from Kinky Angel Clothing. He bowed at my feet and begged me to just give him a chance.  Stupid fucking men, I can buy my own things. There is but one way to win my affection. That is to willingly offer yourself up to moi.

     We shall call it a fucking love sacrifice. So, that he did. He quietly stripped down and asked where I wanted him. I told him to lay down on the clear plastic tarp laying on the cold concrete floor. I was getting immensely excited and I took my tools and assembled them on the plastic. I told him that if he really loved me he would never avert his eyes from the above mirror. He must watch everything.

Details? No, there is no time for that. If you really want to know what I did for him you must hear it from my lips. Eventually  he begged me to let him blow his head off in the name of love.   Happy Early Valentine’s Day.

                                                           Malaya

After Hours With Maleficent Malaya

 

         A few of my callers will ask why I leave around midnight amal4s I am clearly an after hours girl. After playing deviant games with you fuckers I have other even more depraved plans for my night. You won’t see me getting into bed, anyone’s bed till the sun comes up.

       If you are wondering just how someone gets me into bed, they must have something I crave or need. My fuck buddies are musicians, artists, and men I can stomp on to climb the ladder going down to hell. You? I don’t know what can you do for me. Nothing? Then fuck off you are in the never will touch my beautiful body category. 

       Tonight I am off to a combination Burlesque and sex show. The main show is first then if you didn’t pay a small fortune you are gone.  Go find yourself a cheap crack head whore, if you can get it up again.  Loser!  Unless, of course, you are willing to submit to every and anything I demand. Later bitches.

                           Malayamax@aol.com

 

Have A Wickedly Naughty Halloween

val-halloween            I am extremely happy with my new job as fuck toy for owner of the company. I mean all pleasure and no actual work. He asked me to plan a Halloween party for his friends and their wives. No worries as my last job in hotel management required special planning activities. 

      I do need to mention that he is a very dominant man and all the planning must be impeccable even down to my costume.   If you want to know a little secret I botch things up on purpose to get punished. Just thinking about his punishments is making my pussy gush.  I had everything down to perfection for the decorations to the food and beverages. I got there early and I thought my costume was so sexy and would please him. 

         Well, not exactly. When he saw me in my high latex boots and matching corset with whip in hand he was furious. While he was angry I could see he was also excited as fuck. He went on and on about how this is not how a submissive dresses for a Halloween party. All I could do was stare at his big hands and huge dick. He called one of the other woman at the firm to let our guests in while he took me into the “playroom”. Within seconds I felt a hard blow to my ass as he scolded me over and over. After my cheeks were red and tingling he slammed his dick into my ass. I screamed so loud I imagine the guest thought it was a horror soundtrack. 

             By now I am sure you are wondering if I did this all on purpose to get one of his erotic spankings. Maybe yes, maybe no. Let’s see if you can spank it out of me!  

               Have a wickedly dirty Halloween, Valentina

So, I am into everything he says

When a man tells me he is into everything my devious mind begins to go in all nasty, taboo directions. “So, does everything mean I put you in pantyhose, fuck your mangina with a strap-on while you suck cock for me” I ask sternly? The answer better be “yes” since you said you were into everything! You begin to stutter, barely getting your words out when you admit to me that you want it all plus more cock, huge black cocks to be exact.

I yawn because I want more from you, much more. I demand you crawl to my closet and find the black latex gimp suit which happens to be just your size. You put it on with holes for you mouth, soon to be stretched asshole, and your tiny cock and balls out.  I can’t help but laugh at how you look and knowing you will be our entertainment for the long night. My guests arrive an even mix of lovely women and handsome men who will all be using and abusing you.

You see what happens when you tell me you’re into everything and anything? My natural deviant nature takes you to places you never thought of going. Next time make yourself clear OR don’t!

Mistress Brianna

I Take What I Want

By now you know I do what I want and take what I want. I never take no for an answer and my control is total and without mercy. Even if you are lucky enough to be someone I fuck, it is still my way always. So what the fuck am I in the mood for tonight?  Well bitch, a little face smothering is in fucking order tonight. I really don’t feel like going home with cum dripping out of my cunt. Yes, I fucked someone and no, it will never be you.

I know the old whore you live with is asleep on the couch in her granny clothes. How the fuck old is your wife anyway? Whatever, you’re stuck with her. I climb in your window and you are doing the usual which is looking at my pictures and blogs. YAWN! Get a life loser. Jizz from some random big cock I fucked is dripping down my firm and pale thighs. You look alarmed but your dick is standing straight up. Why wouldn’t it be as you were looking at moi.

I pull up my micro mini and sit on your face. Clean my twat you bitch, and do it right this time. Did I give you permission to stroke while I smother your face?  After your face looks like a glazed donut and I am squeaky clean…ha, me squeaky clean. I go on my way leaving you to your own devices.

Bitch Malaya

I Have a Boot Fetish

I love stiletto heeled boots more than anything else I wear. I have them in leather, latex and pvc in all different colors. The one thing that is a constant is the heels. Those 8 inch heels make my legs and ass look even more amazing than they already are. I see how men and boys alike stare.

As pretty and hot as they look, they have so many more uses. Ha, you dumb ass fucking loser, I see you are already holding your balls. You guessed these heels were made from grinding into your worthless balls. Do you think covering them and cowering away like a sniffling worm will help you? Not a fucking chance! I get what I want and right now, I want to destroy your worthless balls.

I am laughing so fucking hard now because you assume your balls is the only part of you I will destroy. Why don’t I just leave you with this thought LOSER. My boots work just as good as a strap on and you will be expected to clean those heels and a little ass to mouth when we are done.

Your hot and mean ball buster,

Freaky Frankie

Ready? Let’s Play A Game

After a much needed night out of drinking, dancing and flirting, I am ready to pick my playmate. A tall handsome man at the bar has been buying me drinks all night but hasn’t said a word. He finally approaches me and asks if I am a domina. I laugh and tell him that I don’t know about that I am just your average girl. What is the fun if he knows from the get go he is prey. I suggest we take the party to my house and he quickly agrees. I am walking distance so we walk and talk about music, books and life.

We get to my house and have a few more drinks and I ask him if he likes games. I could tell by the look on his face that was a surprise but well he agreed. I told him this game is called “Drop the handle”. He says he never heard of that and would I explain the rules. I quietly without ceremony explained to him I would bind his balls and the longer it took him to come the bigger his chances of losing his balls would be. Somehow, I don’t think he quite believed me.

Before long, two of my friends entered the room and helped me restrain him. He still was treating this as a joke, or best case a hot foursome. One of the girls snapped her latex gloves and informed him once his balls were in the band it would be time for his prostate exam. Ah, by the look on his face he seems to be finally getting the rules of our game.

Evil Mistress Brianna

What’s it going to be?

You want me so bad you lick your tablet screen. Admit it fucker, there is nothing you won’t do for me. Isn’t the real question on your mind “what would I do for you’? That would be nothing, absolutely fucking nothing. You can beg, I love the sound of a man begging but not as much as the sound of cha ching as he pays me for fucking nothing but my voice and a gaze at my scrumptious curves.

Now, there are things I will do to you and I promise you, they will hurt! Not just a little slap or pinch BUT pain. Sweet, hot, salty tears of your pain. What are you waiting for, are you a pathetic cunt boy?

So this is how it is going to be. You want me? ROFLMFAO, get your toys and have your information ready because I have no patience for stammering stuttering dick socks. You do have a dick, or do you?  I don’t wait on people either, so do it NOW!

Fetish Frankie for all your fetish desires.

Bye, Bye balls

I get asked all the time to do modeling and porn. I actually had a fucker try to pay me $30.00 an hour to do a porn and he would be director, producer and stunt cock. Really? How fucking dumb would a bitch have to be to do that? Hey, but I figured he deserved a lesson for thinking I would do it. I fucking agreed and told him the condition was we went with my suggestions…okay demands really but it isn’t words we are going to mince.

I show up at the dumb fucks studio and see implements I know very well, tools of pain and torture. You really have the wrong chick you piece of shit. I see he has a bar and I tell him I would love a drink first, you know to loosen me up. He tells me to fix him one too. This is making things so much easier for me as I slip a pill into his drink.

We talk a bit about how things will go. Oh yeah sure I will be your subbie, sure you can fuck my face. LOSER! Soon he is feeling the effects of the pill and slumps against the couch. The sleep effects don’t work for long but he will be fully awake and completely immobilised soon. I thought about calling over some friends, but Usually I work alone. This way no one opens their dick trap and I get away home free.

He woke up nude with several cut marks as I cut of his clothes and played a bit with my knife. I do love sharp things. I tell him not to worry as he won’t be needing clothes ever again. Now it is time to play. Those stilettos he asked me to wear are right over his balls. I tease him a bit with my heel and then step on them.  He lets out a loud scream. PUSSY!  I look around the room at what he planned to use on my sweet little body. Oh, this is really going to hurt I tell him. He begs, I laugh he begs more and I take the hammer and smash his balls making him count it down. He misses a number, or at least I didn’t hear it through his screams. Looks like we will have to start back at one. This is going to be one hell of a video!!

Ball Busting Malaya