Sometimes things are not really as they seem and I proved this theory with you didn’t I loser bitch? You called and said you wanted to worship a red headed Mistress but wasn’t sure I could be dominant enough for you. I assured you right away that you had not one thing to worry about. To gather your toys, whips, hot wax and other fetish goodies and wait for the call. You eagerly obliged and did as told.
When I walked into the room, I noticed you were sitting on the chair staring up at me. Clad in red latex with my ciggie in hand I walked over to you, pulled you by your hair and brought you down to your slutty knees. No words necessary as I blew my smoke in your face. I opened your mouth with my fingers and used you as my ashtray flicking my ashes then turning and walking away.
“What is it you desire pet and what makes you think you are worthy of my time right now?” You begged and pleaded for my time and explained that you are a pain slut here only to pleasure and entertain me. Quickly I turned to grab my riding crop off the wall and started to pop those balls. Using your cock for my ashtray was and interesting touch I thought the smell of your sensitive skin burning as I twisted and turned putting out my cherry on your shaft. I tortued you for hours and in ways you never thought possible. How could sweet, innocent, submissive Ariel be so cruel? Well, bitch things simply are not always what they seem now are they?
Yours to worship and want for ever,
Ariel
