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Tuesday, September 4, 2012
Shemale Sabrina says, "Down on your knees!"
Down on your knees....I'm going to make you my lil' bitch boy.
Start sucking those big balls...get them all sloppy for me whle I take my hard cock and start slapping you in the face with it.
I want you to lick my dick like an ice cream cone--get it all juciy for me!
Oh yeah....that's it!!!
Mmmmmmmm!!
I grab your hair & start shoving my big cobra snake down your thorat--making you gag & choke!!!
You like that? Sucking my cock like a lil' fag??
Get that mushroom head all leaking & dripping with that yummy precum!
I'm going to blow a big hot load of jizz in your mouth & you are going to swallow every drop!!!
Goddess Belle....foot worship
Imagine that I, Goddess Belle, have just taken a nice, hot, bubble bath. My feet are perfect and soft. You watched as my toes peered out through the bubbles and you ached for them. Now, as you kneel before me I allow you to caress your face with the ball of my foot. You lick my arch slowly and drag your tongue to my toes where I watch you suck each and every one.
Of course, you're excited as hell and you know I want you to wait until you are done worshiping my feet. My foot worship sessions are an erotic experience for a sub like you. Sometimes you can even watch me taunt you on cam or see a video of me teasing you with my delicious feet.
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Sunday, September 2, 2012
Fantasy Phone Sex...Kiwi style
Our only limitation is our imagination, and what we can do with it. Fantasy is an amazing thing to be able to get lost within. I know for a fact that I enjoy fantasy role-plays immensely, from being a robot girl who was designed in a robot lab, to being a human girl who wants to be transformed via nanotechnology to become a robot. There is so much we can do, and I would love to be the young victim to a vampire again. These are just a few of the fantasies I’ve been a part of and enjoyed immensely and can’t wait to be apart of them again. It’s amazing to be given the opportunity to get lost within my own mind and imagination to bring you to a delicious and imminent orgasm.
Have you ever wanted a fantasy to become a reality? To be with the girl you never had in high school? To have me as your naughty secretary who just makes you want to do bad things to her? Or would you prefer me to be fucked by a shemale while you watch? Or to bite into my neck and suck my blood as you pound into me? I know I would like to do all of these, and I’m slightly saddened that I can’t do them all at once!
A handjob from a Domme?
So let me ask you boys, "Did you ever wonder what happens when you get a FemDomme HandJob?" Pull down those pants and grab your willie ... because I'm about to walk
“Get your fucking pants down, now!”
Heart racing, you struggle with your belt. She doesn’t have a right to treat me like this, you think to yourself. You try to ignore the clammy grip of nervous sweat around your balls. I’ve paid good money after all; she is really nothing more than a whore when you get right down to it.
The more you think about it, the braver you’re feeling. Mistress, my ass! Just who in the hell does she think she is to talk to me like that?
Ignoring your own better judgment, forgetting that your pants are now down around your knees and your dick is sticking straight up, you look up to say something, to somehow defend yourself against her scornful abuse.
“You timid, little piece-of-shit, loser. Who in the fuck do you think you are looking at?”
Her voice is cruel and unforgiving as she looks at you with cold, icy blue eyes—first straight into your face and then down to your naked, twitching cock. She smirks, and you know you are beaten, that she has you, that she knows you for the warped and twisted degenerate that you are. Your bravado is gone, your words caught dry and useless in your throat.
Wiggling her slender hand into a latex glove, stretching and pulling the latex to fit snugly between her fingers, she continues, her voice a wicked snarl, “Don’t even think about smart-mouthing me, asshole. You’re the one who called me. You’re the one who was so damn curious about a “FemDom” handjob. You’re the butterfingers who evidently can’t jerk off your own dick. You’re the underachiever who evidently needs an instruction manual on how to fuck pussy correctly.” Her voice is sharp and cold and you know now that there will be no kindness, no mercy. But your cock is throbbing as you watch her squirting lube into the palm of her gloved hand.
“Five.”
She spits the number out at you as her slithery fist grabs your prick and moves down the length of it. The shock, the suddenness of it, is so visceral that you almost shoot your load right then.
“Don’t you fucking dare, weasel boy. This dirty, nasty, useless prick of yours doesn’t cum until and when I say so. And that would be when we get to the number one. Got it?”
“Christ! Fuck! Shit! Yesssssssssss, Ma’am.”
You hear yourself, a whimpering, blubbering, mindless automaton. You are her toy: a helpless, filthy cock-toy to abuse and molest at her whim.
“Four.”
As her hand moves—once up and once down—you feel her grasp tighten ever so slightly. Oh, she is a gifted Goddess. You know that now and your urge to cum is almost overpowering. You can’t help yourself and begin to actually wail. “Please, Mistress. Please let me cum now. Oh, please.” You hear yourself and are ashamed, but cannot stop. “Please, Mistress. Let me cum now. Let me be your dirty filthy boy and cum now. Please, please, please, please.”
Abruptly she loosens her grip and—before you even understand what is happening—smacks your cock. Once. Twice. Three times. There is nothing, nobody but you and her, her hand and your dick. You actually swoon and feel yourself buckling when she grabs your arm and pulls you you back up.
“No you don’t,” she whispers sweetly, lips grazing your ear. The unexpected change in her manner has you spinning and powerless, totally focused on her. You struggle to speak, to tell her you adore her, to tell her you belong to her while your abandoned cock twitches and drips, pointing directly at her: your Mistress, your Queen.
“You came here for a FemDom handjob. Don’t you remember? Or did your brain melt and drain into your balls and leave you stupid? If you spew already, you’ll miss the show.”
She giggles as she moves away from you to sit in a nearby chair. You are tempted to beg her to come back, to jerk your cock again, that you will be a “good boy.” But seeing the look on her face you think better of it and are silent.
“That’s more like it,” she says, pointing between your legs. You are helpless, exposed. “That dick is now my property, my personal gear shift. Got it?”
Afraid to look at her, you nod, staring straight ahead. “Yes Mistress.”
“I’m going to start again in a moment, but this time I’m going to start counting back from ten.” Unable to stop yourself, you moan in frustration.
“Make that fifteen.” You bite your tongue.
“You’re learning,” she almost—but not quite—purrs as she stands up again and walks toward you.
“Now stand there with your pants down around your ankles like the gimp-loser dick-wad you are while I lube this glove up one more time.”
“And then we’ll try again.”
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