You guys remember a few months ago when I wrote about My bitch, MG? well I have been having too many issues to get this post up. but I wanted to tell you all about the assignment he had that he FINALLY completed…well at least partially.
when I say he is My bitch, I mean he is a panty wearing, cock sucking, ass whore who just happens to have a tiny little white dick. hahaha. well he has been calling for quite a long time now and every time I ask what panties he is wearing, he says “the sheer thong” which I assume he stole from his wife. well I decided that he couldn’t continue be a panty bitch unless he was willing to expand his “wardrobe”, LOL. so I gave him the assignment of a shopping trip to Vic Secret. he whined and moaned, as bitches are known to do. “what if someone recognizes me?… what if the clerks laugh at me?” wahwahwah…crybaby.
he finally went shopping and he was too much of a pussy to actually tell the clerk the panties were for him. but he did buy the exact one I instructed him to…red lace! so during our next call, he wore the fire engine red lace panties and stroked his tiny little chick stick while I told him how much his cock starved wife was loving the gang bang she was getting from the guys with huge, black cocks! in fact, I am not sure that he ever came harder! then I got to listen as he lapped up his spooge like a good little cum slut.
so if you are a bitch and you need some sissy training, give me a call. you will be glad you did because I am not the kind of Mistress who just sits on the phone name calling. I actually enjoy training little sissy fags like you and controlling your pathetic little mangina!
I still have lots of specials going on during this strained economy and I always love it when you guys vote for Me/Us even if you can’t call.
“Ready for release? Say yes, if you are.” At this point, you cannot even speak. You nod quickly, breathing heavily. I will assume you are ready. My fingers in your boxers, I grab the waistband, and pull it down, removing them from your body. I hope that is not too cool for you. As I lean up into your lap, your cock stands tall. I blow on it softly. Press my tongue against it, licking and kissing. This is for me as well as you, my lover. Mmmmm! At that point, my lips totally swallow your stiffened tool. I suck with all my strength up and down, my tongue licking and probing your cockhead every few minutes. Mmmmmmm! It’s so good! I continue to pull and suck, massaging your balls and stopping to stroke my nails up & down in between as I do. I feel your fingers running thru my hair as your moaning grows louder. My own wetness is already running down my thighs, making them sticky. I continue to suck and fight with your shaft until I hear what I want…. that sound you make that tells me— you’re getting too close. Mmmm, I love to tease you! So I stop licking & give that hard dick a soft slap. You still have no idea if your orgasm will be ruined or even denied altogether. Now comes the best part. I flick my tongue across the head again & start stroking slow & soft, taking my hand away altogether every five or six strokes. You pant harder with each stroke. God, I just love making you breathe heavy for me. I grab your balls again. They are so full. Now I just wanna stroke you faster & faster until you dangle over the edge again. Only this time I want you hanging on by your fingernails! So close…
As I release your pole, my fingertips drag slowly up. I hear you gasp as I release and look up at your face…tormented, but smiling. I lick my lips in anticipation. Now for the coup de grace…I recline the chair back as far as it can go & remove your blindfold as I slide my dripping cunt over your lips. It’s time for your Queen of Denial to do some queening. This worship makes my week without you worthwhile…sigh. I throw back my head and the real party begins, ahhh!
I get situated between his legs and start to play with my tits. I cup them in my hands and tweak my nipples. Then I let them pop out of the bra a little bit and ask him if he wants me to tit fuck his hard cock. He licks his lips and says “oh yes, please”. So I dangle my full breasts right over his dick and let my nipple brush the head of it. Then I tell him that it’s too bad because he will not be getting tit fucked tonight, LOL.
I reach over and grab the warming lube and pour some onto my hands so that they are nice & slippery. Then I take his cock in my right hand and I start to stroke it very slowly. Nice long, deep strokes, twisting my hand as I go up & down. He groans and tells me how much he loves it when I stroke it like that. “I know baby”, I say with a little smirk and I decide to step it up a notch while I squeeze his balls. He really nuts up the faster I stroke. I can hear him breathing harder & I know he’s getting close when he says “baby…baby!” So I give it a few more strokes and then just pop my hand right off.
Time to switch things up a little and remind him why he serves me. I stand up and stretch my arms high above my head as I remove my bra and play with my nipples. Then I strut to the head of the bed and plant my left boot across his throat. I’m not intending to choke him, but I do want to see that second of fear in his eyes as he thinks about his air supply being cut off. I move my foot now so that he can turn his head and lick my boot. When I give the order, he licks obediently, even sucking on the heel as if it were a substitute for the parts of my body that he is dying to touch and lick and suck on.
As he worships my boot, I bend over and start stroking his cock again. Just stroking a few times and then popping my hand off over and over. I can hear his sharp intake of breath every time my hand pops off like that. Then I put my boot back on the floor and ask him if he wants a blow job. Of course, he tells me “yes”, quite emphatically. So I move back between his legs and bend over very close to his hard cock. He can feel the tips of my hair brushing against his thighs. I keep leaning my mouth closer and my tongue is sticking out. But when my lips get right up to his cock, I pull back & blow on it, laughing loudly. “There’s your blow job. You didn’t really think I was going to suck it did you?” I ask him with an evil smile.
To make a long story short, I will keep teasing him all night long. Even when he begs me NOT to stop, I will stop. And after tonight, I will tease him while he watches hockey, while we are in the shower, while he’s sleeping. Every time I see an opportunity over the weekend, he will get teased. I will make his balls swell and his cock leak. He will think at least twice before cumming again without permission.
I dressed carefully for his arrival. Ever the tease, I sprayed the perfume on all my little hot spots before I slipped the bikini panties over my hips. That lacy bra that he loves so much went on next. My nipples were peeking through the lace and my breasts nearly spilling over the top as I fastened it. Then it was time to smooth the body cream onto my calves & thighs. I want him to feel how silky they are under the fishnet stockings that drive him to distraction. There’s something so erotic about sliding the stockings up (or down) my legs.
I can feel myself getting a little wet in anticipation of what’s to come. I chose the black lace blouse from my closet. It’s one of those tops that’s there but might as well not be, if you know what I mean. Normally I’d throw on a pair of tight jeans to further entice him. But tonight is a special kind of punishment for him. He came without permission last weekend. So, this weekend is all about teasing him over & over…and denying him of course! So I opt for the sequined black mini skirt instead. This way he will be tortured with the sight of the lacy tops of my stockings every time I bend over.
I brushed through my long straight tresses again and added just a tad bit more lipstick, giving myself a wicked grin before stepping out of the bathroom. This was going to be too much fun! I just love a good tease. I’m sure you all know what comes next. The coup de grace as they say.
I leaned over to pull the thigh high stiletto heeled boot up. And as I pulled the right boot on, I had a flashback to the last time I’d worn them. It was New Year’s in Toronto. I sat across from him in our hotel room with my tight assed Levi’s tucked into these sexy streetwalker boots and I teased him with them…pushing the heel into his bulge, rubbing the sole of the boot all over his crotch. Hahaha. I can still see the look on his face when he realized that I wasn’t going to stop. That “ohmigod, she’s gonna make me cum in my pants” look. I wonder if that thought will flash through his mind when he walks in to find me wearing them again.
As I pass the coat closet and glance at myself in the mirror there, I think to myself “You look like a high priced call girl darling”. And tonight I am gonna rock his world like the hottest hooker in Amsterdam. I turn the stereo on as I pass by. Only a few minutes more until he arrives. I know that he’ll let himself in with his key, so I just set about lighting all the candles. The mood has been set…
…. to be continued….