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!
So tonight I got a pleasant surprise blast from the past. I cannot believe that it has been like 4 years since “D” called me. Okay, I will admit that my memory of him is a little vague. You have to give me some slack, it has been 4 years and I do talk to a lot of guys. So hopefully he will forgive me for the fact that I don’t quite remember him exactly. None the less, it was nice to catch up with “D” and to hear about what he’s been up to. Of course the best part was hearing one of his dirty and naughty stories. I love hearing about real life kinky experiences. I love having guys confess things to me that they don’t tell everyone. Hopefully “D” will call me a lot sooner than 4 years this time. I look forward to making more memories with this funny man. I’ve learned a lot in the past 4 years, which “D” had some hand on experience with tonight. I can be a funny, sarcastic girl and I am not as shy as I once was.
A girl like me is always improving perfection, so of course I am better than before and I am only going to keep getting better!
I love being a bad, naughty girl!
I was born to be that bad girl. I was born to push the limits. I was born to take things over the edge. I was born to drive guys crazy. I have this body that I know was made for sin. I believe if you’ve got something, you have to flaunt it. Why would anyone want to let something so good go to waste? I would be an idiot not to use this body for good. I would also be dumb not to use this sexy voice that I was born with. The fact that I have a sexy voice and it is only icing on the cake.
Why don’t you call me and find out what a bad girl I can really be, I won’t disappoint you.
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.
KoKo
































































































































































































