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Orgasm For Sale; a Stroke Tease

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.

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Drifting Desire – Part 2

My hand slips across your tense chest. My knuckles brush you and we both feel the flare of hot desire. It’s the closest we’ve been physically and the electricity sparks between us. I savor the moment, fondling your chest.

The next step down this road, so easy. I yank you forward and down, off balance, into my space, with your ear near my lips. “Enough thinking,” I whisper into your ear. My lips linger at the edge where your ear meets your neck.

My tongue snakes out to test and enjoy the feeling of power I feel. My hand wrapped around the collar of your shirt. My shoulders draw you down and forward. Submit or resist? Uncomfortably, off-balance, you sway back and forth with each indecisive thought. What if? I can see it in your face. What if you could have what you need?

“This is your last chance to say no. Say it now. I’ll give you this one last chance to stop. After this, you’ll be my sex toy – my toy – as long as I desire it.” I turn my palm down on your chest, shove you back into your chair. You open your mouth, all the objections on your tongue, but nothing comes out. I tilt my head and stare, waiting.

I’ve passed beyond those objections myself. You stare back, taking in the full picture of our situation. My lips slowly lift at one side, a wicked grin to myself, as no words are spoken. My breathing deepens as the moment stretches, the air getting heavy and thick. My eyes dilate to huge dark circles. I’m imagining how delicious this is finally going to be.

Finally, I turn deliberately away and shrug the trench coat off, fragrant with perfume and the scent of body-warmed leather, dropping heavily across your lap and over your arms that are clutching your chair. Without the coat, the skin-tight black leather bustier I’m wearing is revealed. From behind, all you can see of the bustier are the shiny silver hooks running up the back. You notice now that the supple black leather gloves hug my arms far past my elbows.

My long boots bend and massage my legs with the murmur of leather as I sway back to the door, flip the light switch down, and click the lock. I shove a heavy wooden chair against the door with a thunk, wedged tight under the knob. I smile, cynically, that you’re safe now with me.

Turning, I reveal pink nipples jutting up over the double row of tight leather laces, cinching in the bustier top so my breasts nearly spill completely over the top, as a thin strap of leather halters the top behind my neck.

Your eyes follow me, expectantly, through the dim room. I walk back to you, but stop at your desk, sliding open the second drawer down to pull out a thin black USB cord about 3′ long. Laughing to myself about how long I’d wanted to do this. I’d watched you put it there months ago.

I pull it through my fists, satisfied, and snap it once, staring through it at you. “Oh, I’m definitely going to enjoy this. I deserve to enjoy this, and if you please me, I will definitely reward you. But if you do not…I’ll make sure you pay for it.”

*Evil Grin

.. To be continued…

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Drifting Desire – Part 1

*I’ve got that damned feeling again. Itchy and hot. Like I might do something a little crazy soon. Hot, dark images of rough sex slither up from the dark part of my brain. Definitely unrelated to the ordinary work on my desk. Disjointed, they’re guiltily savored and pushed aside. But there’s always more. Everywhere I look, there seem to be temptations to resist. They chip away at my resolve. My mind provokes me with the games I could play, if only…. What if I let go?

As I sit gazing at the monitor and editing the website, I drift, watching those kinky images. Visions flood through me of tight jeans and stiletto heels, a rock hard man being teased, punished, and rewarded. My eyes widen, staring down at my laptop, dilating to black circles. My lips part, sucking in a silent hiss of desire. I absently bring up my hand to nip the pad of my thumb. I’m so hungry to play. It’s not like me to not do what I want. The tension eats me up. What if…? I drift away again….*
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My victim, you are busy at your computer when I walk in, unannounced, and shut your door behind me.

I flip the belt on my black leather trench and the edges fall apart as my hips sway. I’m wearing tight jeans and black leather boots that come up over the knees of my long legs, silver metal stiletto heels click out each measured step, as I stalk toward my target across the room. Black leather gloves run out from under the sleeves of the coat but end at my hand with a single soft loop around my middle finger. A heavy silver band of links stretches taut around my neck, glinting ominously with power, a small S-shaped serpent charm dangling off-center.

You’re shocked, looking up from your screen, but not too surprised it seems. You stand and put one hand up as if to ward me off. Your mouth opens but nothing comes out. As you stare at me, I hear you mutter, “Ohh, damn.”

I’m hot and tormented, beyond ready to bring things to a head. Even under the bright lights, I’m going to do what I’ve just stopped myself from doing so many times.

As I reach you standing across the room, the window blinds close with a snap of my wrist, but my direct stare never leaves yours, serious, intent, as conflicting expressions sail across your face. Now I reach forward a full arms-length. You stare back at me, fascinated, wanting badly what’s about to happen. How far will you let it go?

…. To be Continued…..

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No Release – Part 1

Wow, you look frustrated today. Haven’t had any in awhile, huh? Kinda sensitive to the touch down there? Maybe even hard as a rock? Mmmm. First… I praise you. Not because you’re horny, but because I am. Then I’ll give you a big hug, mmmm, running my fingers down your back. Stimulate those juices that were probably already flowing when you walked thru the door. As we hug, my arms run down your back, softly encircling your sexy ass.

Mmmm, is that not arousing? Of course, I apologize for the accidental ass grab. I’ll put you down in my nice big chair. Yes, the chair was always good for me when I was… slightly aroused. Now it can be good for you. Lie back, I’ll rub those shoulders. Must’ve been a long day for you. The hardness makes it even longer, doesn’t it? Is it the weekend, and you’ve been thinking about “getting some” all week long? Kneeling in front of you I say… “what is your wish, my lover?”

You start by asking me to pour you a beer. Anything but that, my lover. I want you to get off bigtime. That may slow things down a bit. Maybe later? You slowly nod in agreement. Later. Anything else? Okay. It’s warm in here don’t you think, or is it just me? So we’ll just slip those jeans off that you might be wearing. Oooh, your legs, are sexy… (gasps) and they’re hot. My lips turn into a perfect “O” as I notice and think to myself DAMN! He’s wearing boxers! Ohhh, that’ll make things a bit uneasy for me. Hope he doesn’t notice my hands trembling as I stroke …

Well, now back to you, my lover. You have nice legs. I’ll bet the girls tell you that all the time. And know what? Nice legs lead to a nicer ass. Close your eyes. Mmmmmm, does it feel good to have your legs stroked like that? Tell me what you’re thinking right now… don’t edit. Oh my goodness! As I stroke your thighs, my fingers subconsciously rub up into your boxers, close to your hips. I realize and… back off a little bit. I don’t want this rushed. I don’t want you opening your eyes anymore, because I saw you peek when I touched your thighs. Here, I want you to wear this blindfold…. there you go.

Can you see anything? Good. Relax. As you sit back, I began to rub your chest. Lets remove that shirt. Arms up… yes, that’s it. Ooooh, nice pecs . My fingers gently massage your chest muscles, and nibble at your nipples. Mmmm, they’re tight. Does that…. feel good? Your mouth makes a small “o” as I nibble you. Just watching you in that mask is turning me on, but I can’t tell you that. My job is to tease you. Before self. I place myself in your lap, barely feeling the hardness between your thighs. I kiss your cheeks, your neck, and brush my lips across yours. It’s getting me wet just feeling your lips on mine.

…. To be Continued…..

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Ultimate Tease and Denial – Part 1

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….

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