You always surprise me! What a wonderful night you planned out. Dinner, dancing, and a fabulous show. What more could I ever ask for. You even bought me the perfect sexy slinky dress to wear. I love the way we walk arm and arm as you show me off to everyone. We stepped in the elevator. You knew just by looking at me I had that playful look in my eyes. Biting my lower lip as I moved closer to you rubbing my body up against yours. Letting you smell the scent of my perfume. Teasing you as I brushed my hand up against the bulge in your pants.Tilting my head looking at you with my wicked little smile. Pushing the emergency stop button on the elevator.*Ha Ha* You knew just what I wanted and I couldn’t wait another second. Backing you up to the elevator wall. Kissing your neck slowly taking off your dress shirt. Feeling your hands run up my thighs lifting up my dress pushing my panties aside. Your hands caressing my hot little soaking clit. Your fingers sliding in and out of my hole making your cock grow even harder. I couldn’t resist, unzipping your pants, pulling your cock out stroking it feeling the pre cum cover your thick head. Picking me up wrapping my legs around you. Feeling you thrust in me with every inch. Holding me tighter, thrusting even harder. My arms around you biting your neck telling you that I want you to fill me up with your creamy load. Feeling you give me that final thrust. Your moans of ecstasy drive me wild.Archive for the 'No Taboo Phone Sex' Category
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There you are bitch it’s about time you show your slutty ass again. I have been doing some serious partying this week and these boots have been a lot of very dirty places. What can I say parties get wild,a little out of control sometimes and yes I stepped in all kinds of nasty shit. Now,I am in need of a hardcore slave to clean my thigh highs top to bottom and back. The soles are filthy I’m not gonna lie so you better get your slutty tongue ready. When I see that you have cleaned them properly I may and I do mean maybe grant you the pleasure of worshiping my sweaty feet.
Come one come all my little subbies…Princess Krystal has a place for every last one of you fuck-tards.
I would like to introduce myself…I am YOUR naughty slut. Being YOUR naughty slut means you OWN me. I am YOUR property and possession is 9/10th of the law. My mind is YOURS to mindfuck. My body is YOURS to use and abuse. My soul is yours forever…Take possession of your dirty slut, please Master!
I know that you go into my lingerie chest when I am at work. Don’t look so surprised. All of my panties are always bunched up, or not put away in the manner in which I put them. You see sweetheart, I am OCD. I have things just so, so when I see them out of place, even by a fraction of an inch I can tell.
At first I would just straighten them out, put them back the way I had them, thinking that when I closed the drawer they were getting caught and moved around. I have a lot of panties after all. Then I noticed that it was only happening to certain types of panties. The satin or silk ones.
I have to let you know that when it all came to me that it has been you Dear, is when I was cleaning your room, pushing the vacuum under your bed, the vacuum started to whirl. It had caught something up in the roller brushes, making it unable to run as it should. I pulled out the vacuum and there, wrapped around the bristles were a pair of my panties.
I knew right away, especially when I saw the stains on them. I knew exactly what it was you had been doing with them. You were running them over that little pink piece of boy meat of yours until you came in them. Weren’t you Darling?
I am not upset by this, no, not in the least. You were thinking of me when you were slipping in and out of that satin heaven weren’t you? That makes me smile. It’s okay, it honestly is. There is no harm, none what so ever in doing this. As a matter of fact, why don’t you come into my room, I just got back from the lingerie shop and made a few purchases you might be interested in. ~wink~
Annette
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.
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