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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

Fuck Me, Then Fuck Off!

There are a few of the privileged that do get to fuck me, mostly dudes in bands or artists. Your average guy, it just isn’t going to happen. More than likely, you’re one of those that will only get one thing from me, and that is pain and lots of it. These stiletto boots are made for a lot more than dancing.

You can buy me a drink, but then get lost or get it tossed in your face. Yes, I am a dark and sexy bitch, so deal with it. Now, yes let’s get back to the subject at hand; all you will ever get to do is read or hear about it.

I was looking incredible and feeling pretty good on the drinks you bought me. The singer pulled me up on stage and I rubbed my hot ass against him while chicks and dudes watched in envy. Music was over and he grabbed my hand and took me to the band room, fuck room whatever. My creamy, silky pussy that you will never have was ready to unzip his leather pants and ride him.

Yeah, there was other bitches sucking dick but I just wanted to fuck. I rode him till I exploded and was done. I straightened my dress as he stared at me confused. What? It is all about me no matter how hot you are. So fuck off!

Fetish Frankie- The Bitch From Hell

Lick Them Bitch

It is that time of year for leather jackets and boots. I adore the smell of leather and I went to my favorite shop in Montrose. The moment you walk in the door, the smell of leather hits you.

I was greeted by a tall gentleman who was nice looking but a little to boring looking for my taste. I am used to being catered here so I told him what I was looking for. I told him my size and sat down while he gathered up 5 boxes. He took my boot off slowly and it was obvious he was staring up my dress. LOSER! Once my boot was off, he was very slow about getting the first pair of black leather boots out of the box. He held my foot in his hand and I could see he was getting hard.

“The boots in the box” I demanded as he stuttered and took them out. He handled them slowly running his hand up the soft black leather. He took his time sliding them up my legs and once they were on, I gave him a hard kick in his balls. I told him he was annoying me and I didn’t have all day. Holding his balls, he stood up and asked if I was ready to try on another pair. I kicked him harder this time making him fall to the floor again letting out a huge wail of pain.

I made him crawl over to me even in his intense pain and to put the other boot on me. I stood up walking in the boots and seeing how they felt on my long, tan legs.  My cunt was getting wet and creamy at the sight of him still holding his balls. “Now bitch lick my boots”, I screamed at him. He began to lick the 8 inch heels, sucking on them like a cock as he slowly went to the soles. Another kick to the balls was in order as he left spit on the leather. Eventually we were done and he carried the boxes of boots to my car.

Real Men Ride Harleys

I went to get some ink last week as I needed to feel the burn and noticed a bike shop opened next door in the vacant spot. I don’t need to dress like a slut or give blow jobs to get my ink free as quite frankly the little bitches and wannabe’s in shop seem afraid of me. Weather had cooled and I was in high boots, tattered jeans and a new leather jacket over my tank top. An extremely hot and muscled  young man was working on a Harley building up a sweat.

I got my Ink and was treated as a queen as usual. What did I get and where? That is none of your fucking business unless you have what I desire. On the way to my tricked out Mustang he smiled at me and came over to admire my car. He tried to make small talk but when I see something I want I don’t do small talk.

We went to a nearby biker bar and tossed down a few. I was dripping wet and so in the fucking mood for some big, thick cock ramming my holes. I take what I want so I put my hand in his jeans. What the fuck? It couldn’t have been but 4 inches. I guess he didn’t get it, or maybe he wanted to see me mad. I excused myself and while he waited found myself a real man, one worthy of this bad bitch.

When I returned I told him he had two choices for disappointing me. One was to get his balls annihilated by my boots, fists and knees and the other was to suck off all the bikers in the club. Want to talk about it some more and the choice he made? Give me a call and I just might spill it all.

No Taboos!

Explore you wildest fantasy or your fetish with Skylar. Bring out my sexy dark side. Let me express my sexy wicked side as we explore your fetish together.

No judgments. Nothing too crazy, nothing forbidden, nothing too taboo to explore with me.

Call me and you will find a comfortable place to discuss and role play your fantasy. Especially good if your fetish is part of your secret life. Hard to have a fetish and feel embarrassed or ashamed by it and feel that you can’t express it. Like an itch that you have and can’t scratch, maddening!

I am well-versed in many different fetishes and will cater your call to your unique fantasy.

All you have to do is tell me about your fetish and I might ask a few questions to make sure that I fully understand all aspects of your fetish. Then I can create a role play specifically catered to you. So give me a call, and let’s get naughty, wicked, sexy together!

Skylar

House of Perversion

There was this huge house when I was little with all sorts of twisted rumors about what really happened there. It as a small mansion  on the water where a very rich perverted old man lived. His preference was boys the younger the better. He did however take whatever came his way. Man, if I was older back then I could have made bank helping him get his victims.  The story goes that he got mostly street kids who would do anything for a place to live. Sex, torture, snuff sounds like a perfect night out for me.

Eventually he took in the wrong boys and they killed him. The house remained vacant and it became our place for parties.  I would sneak out and catch a ride with the older boys. They were always happy to take me as I was the best fuck toy at that age. I was willing to do anything. Of course as I got older I had all the control but that was then. We would drink, do drugs blast dark metal and fuck. We seemed to be guided by the house with us doing things more and more depraved as the nights went on.

It was for sale but no one would buy it with its twisted violent history.  There was always plenty of sex, drugs and underage girls to play with. A lot of girls went missing but I was always safe with my group of older guys. It finally was torn down and condos were built over the grounds. We would drive by and For Sale signs were constantly up. The depravity of the old owner and partiers took over the grounds and people who lived there.  I miss that place, but we were never at a loss to find a new place for drug, sex, torture and snuff orgies.

If you get as bored with the fucking Christmas shit as I do, give me a call. I am the Goddess of Evil and there is nothing off limits to my sick mind.  My I Hate Fucking Christmas special is $50.00 for a 30 minute call. Give me a try, all you have to lose is  your inhibitions and sanity.

Toronto Nights

The weather has been glorious. Festivals, art exhibits, block parties so much to do. I even ran into the infamous Rob Ford at a Jazz Festival. He is so very entertaining. Last night I had something else in mind possibly The Hot Box Cafe. I was in the mood for something not crowded and with lots of hot young men. I went with short black denim skirt, lace panties, black boots and a black corset. After all, who could resist my big, full boobs pushed up in a corset.

The Hot Box cafe is an awesome place. Show you are 18 at front and smoke out to comics, movies and bands in the back. It was kind of quiet but a young man with black hair caught my eye.  I smiled and sat down next to him. He offered me what smelled like Lime Green and I was feeling high and up for anything very quickly. I whispered in his ear, Let’s go”.  He looked confused but once he took his eyes off my beautiful creamy cleavage he said FUCK YES.

I took his hand and we walked for a bit past China Town and it’s awesome smells and past Little Italy. We stopped listening to music coming from this beautiful church. Feeling totally uninhibited we began to dance in the parking lot.  Goth dancing is so sexy and soon he was dancing with me. “Let’s go inside”, I said to him. We tried several doors till we found one that opened. We chatted with the band for awhile and they explained they practiced there weekly. That was something to tuck back for later. Right now I had very lewd thoughts of what I wanted to do with my wasted hot younger guy.

We smoked a little bit more in the church and I slipped him a pill as I kissed him. An E pill always makes for an exciting, sensual fuck.  We danced a little more and that turned into a lap dance. I slowly stripped for him as I straddled his long  muscled legs. We kissed passionately while I slipped my hands in his worn levis. Mmmmm, he was big and thick just like I crave. He sucked my nipples as I stroked his cock. There was so much pre-cum that I brought it to my lips and tasted him. Nothing tastes better than 18 year old pre-cum. He pushed me down on the pew and spread my legs wide. His tongue was doing unbelievable things to my creamy hot pussy and clit. I grabbed the back of his head and spurting cum in his mouth. He came up to me as we shared my sweet cum. I couldn’t hold back any longer I ached to feel his hard cock in my cunt. I stood up and bent over pew while he kissed the back of my neck and stroked my long blonde hair. I pushed against his swollen dick head till he was inside of me. I sucked on one of my nipples while he fucked me hard and fast. With a loud moan we both came. Normally this would be when we went our separate ways but he was too young, passionate and sexy to let go yet.

Spellbound

Sometimes a girl is just in the mood making opposites attract. Then there are times taking an unaware innocent is nothing short of HOT. Monday was just one of those nights for me.

I went to my fave spot The Dance Cave and the line was around the block. I walked past the line since I  had a VIP pass but a young man caught my eye. I was guessing him to be in his early 20’s who knows. He was rather clean cut maybe even innocent. I took his hand and whispered, “Cum with me”. He seemed surprised like it was a cruel joke. We walked past the line and were let in. At the bar I teased him and said he had to drink whatever I ordered. He was “Spellbound” so he did anything I asked. After a few shots of Un Emille absinthe I dragged him past the dance floor to an empty bar upstairs.

I kissed him tasting the bitterness of the absinthe. I ripped his shirt open and  licked, kissed and nibbled down his chest slowly working my way down. I unzipped his pants and told him to grab a bottle of The Green Fairy off the bar. I poured it down his cock and balls and began to lick it off. Much better than a crystal glass, is it not? The mix of his pre-cum with the absinthe was putting me in a sexual trance, just wanting more and more. After taking a swig from bottle he pulled me up. My hot young toy pulled my big pale boobs from my corset and poured more of the intoxicating green liquid down my tits. He sucked it off my nipples savoring the mix.

I pushed him down on the blue velvet couch and with just his big thick  cock out and pants still on I began to ride him with my panties pushed aside and tight latex skirt above my hips. I rode him hard as I licked more absinthe off his hard chest.  He grabbed my hips pushing me down on him till we both exploded in screams of pleasure. I got off of him, straightened my clothes and told him to have an awesome rest of night.