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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 12

“You’ve done well. Ask me for what you want, my pet, and I’ll consider your request.” You hesitate, a million games running through your head too, perhaps.

“Please, put my penis in your mouth. Please, let me cum.” I smile, self-satisfied, like a cat flaunting its kill.

“You read my mind,” I purred, swinging into action. Blow jobs are a favorite of mine. Though this one will be a reward, sometimes they can be used as a very teasing punishment. Either way, the control I hold over the situation turns me to full-boil.

“Stand up. Lean against that shelf. Spread your legs. More! Arms above your head and hold onto the side.” I look you in the eye now. “If at any time, you let go of that shelf, we’re done here for today. Understand?” At your fervent nod, I smile, naughtily, and twist around, wedging my ass against your crotch and sliding your cock along my crevice once more.

“I want to lick that off of you,” I say, pulling away and turning to sink back on my haunches, facing your bloated inflamed cock, now turning purple around the head. The vein underneath is throbbing.

I look up, my lips poised before your member. “I won’t tease you too much this time. I want to reward you for your manners, pet.” Still looking up, my lips open and I bury that hot length down to the root. My tongue ring caresses that throbbing vein all the way back to the tip. Suction and spit and my own sweet juices combine in an intoxicating blend. Soon you add salty pre-cum to the mixture.

I rear back, mouth full of sex fluids. Tauntingly, watching your face, I drip the cream on the head of your dick.

“Good god,” you croak out. I smile, evilly, and lick it off, repeating this a few times.

…To Be Continued….

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Drifting Desire – Part 11

Moving to straddle you, I push up from your chest, scratching my nails down your chest, pausing to tweak your nipples, tightening, until your breath draws in. Your back arches, your head rolls. I’m on a constant sexual high. Every movement, every nasty thought, every sensation, every delicious reaction, tightens a vise of tension in my genitals and deeper in my belly. My clit burns, my pussy drips, my muscles cramping. I hover over your shaft and warn you again.

“Don’t move! A second punishment will not be as pleasant as the first. And, you don’t want to miss out on your reward.”

With that, I encase your shaft in the wetness of my swollen pussy lips, pressing and sliding just slightly. Immediately, my nerves begin singing with breathtaking pleasure. God, I’m so ready now, it’s beyond belief. Through half-lidded eyes, I keep you in sight while I barely undulate against your tool.

You look besieged. Your head wrenched to the side, eyes squeezed shut. Every muscle looks tensed to lean sinew. Your struggle for control of your own immense pleasure just turns me on more, ratcheting me up the final peak.

My vision dims. My mouth falls open. My breath is held. My movement frozen to millimeters. The orgasm is inevitable now, but it spirals out and out and keeps growing in potential, like a heavy, lurking breaker coming up a gradual shoal out of stormy depths, building, growing. Ultimately, the wave crests and its full weight crashes down on me.

My shoulders jerk and slump, my forearms falling onto your chest again. I gasp and cry out, hoarsely, with each successive surge of release. “Oh. Fuck. Yes. Oh. Fuck. Yes.” Every slight movement of my hips sends fresh ripples spilling through me.

Grasping for breath and composure, I slowly come back to myself, spread across your chest. Your aching cock pressed between our crotches.

…To Be Continued….

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Drifting Desire – Part 7

Perhaps it’s an involuntary habitual thrust as my warm, slick hole nears the head of your cock, or perhaps it is your own dark need to find out where my threat might lead, but you lose your control and move. Jerking your hips uncontrollably causes your shaft to slip out of my slit. I lose that delicious contact.

I suck in an irritated hiss of breath as my building orgasm fizzles away. Those unfocused violent feelings from a few minutes ago find a target. My eyes narrow on yours.

Icily, I drawl, “Well, that could have been a lot better.”

“I’m sor-,” you begin. I cut you off with a barked command to roll over.

“On your knees!” You look uncertain.

“You had one command to follow. You let me down. Now you have to pay me back,” I assert, severely and unsympathetically. “Now!”

With that, my pet, you roll over, clumsily, still with your arms tied behind your back. And I’m unbearably turned on, on fire. “I am so going to enjoy this,” I smirk, and to myself I think, and so are you, pet. I bet your frustrated beyond belief, haha.  I love being bitchy and mocking you like this.

In order to do as you’ve been directed with your hands still bound behind your back, you have to lie with your head cocked to one side. The side of your face crammed against the floor. Your knees bent under you. Ass in the air. Your pants still wrapped around your legs, binding them loosely together.

Beautiful, I think, in awe. I’ve never seen any man at any time look so hot, so desirable, to me. I’m delighted with your willingness to trust me this much, but it’s not time yet to tell you so. After all, this is supposed to be a punishment.

… To be Continued …

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Drifting Desire – Part 6

“Not a muscle. Understand?!” You nod, clenching your jaw. “Understand?,” I taunt again. “Yes. I understand,” you say, clearly, but you look doubtful. I lift my hips and slide them down to hover over your member. I can tell you want to lift your head to look, but I’m watching closely and you heed my warning.

“Good so far,” I say, almost crazy myself with pent-up need, but I grapple with myself for control.

I lower slowly and carefully until my slit settles along the length of your swollen cock. My pussy lips begin sliding slightly against your hot, satiny shaft. Your eyes close and you swallow hard, but your eyes quickly fly to mine. You were expecting to slide that cock into my warm cunt, I see, just like that. For a second, I enjoy your surprise with a wicked half-grin.

I lean forward, never losing contact with your dick, to suspend my nipple just above your lips, just out of reach. Tantalizing, “Suck it.” I tease your pursing lips with light brushes of my nipple before yanking it just out of reach again. You take the bait. Straining, you lunge forward and catch the bud in your lips, but it slips away again. “Use your teeth,” I demand. You try again. This time, catching it and scraping the sensitive tip before having to lower your head. I begin alternating the nipples for you to repeat the abrading suction.

I continue to rock my slick button back and forth against your confined rod, teasingly, moving just a little, but it’s plenty for my tormented and inflamed bud. Every muscle in my body is tensing, barely moving. My mind is almost totally focused on maximizing the reaction about to explode through my body. For me, the experience is heightened tremendously by your obedience to ignore, deny, the temptations of your body…

…To Be Continued….

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Drifting Desire – Part 5

I step up your body and turn around past the top of your head, facing your feet. Lowering to my knees, I lay my dripping snatch once again over your mouth. “More,” I demand. Your tongue works up and down past that fiery bundle of nerves again, over and over, rhythmically. “Flick my clit with your tongue every time you go past it,” I command just what I want.

I’m dripping again and you struggle to breathe while working on my slit. I grind my slit on that rough chin about every third pass of your tongue, pressing your nose into my wet, wet hole. I slide my palms down your chest, pulling your belt loose, unbuttoning, unzipping, and yanking down your pants to mid-thigh. Your hips writhe to help me.

Finally! The head of your beautiful penis (or should I call it “my” beautiful penis?) is caught – the head rising out of your boxer-briefs. I sit back admiring the beauty of it pinned down and twitching, glowing an engorged rose color. I keep my hands distracted from petting that tempting cock just yet, by fondling and pinching your nipples, so taut, running my nails through the crisp hair on your chest surrounding them.

My clit is wildly throbbing. “I want more,” I say again, lifting off your determined mouth. I lean forward, giving you access to view my swollen labia from behind, and blow on the engorged head of your penis.

My hands hold onto your hips to balance my weight with my thumbs pressing into your groin to hold you immobile. I blow again hard, and you whimper. Your hips push up into my weight. Your erection twitches and I’m impressed with how strongly it lifts that tight band. So many games I want to play.

My greedy clit throbs for another release. I turn around over you, kneeling across your belly now, and notice my juices all over your face again. I smile as I lean forward, “You’ve been exceptional, pet. I like how you apply yourself to your chores.”

I inhale the musky smell of sex on you and lick, bite, and rub the juices off with my mouth, lips, tongue, jaw, reveling in the naughtiness and hotness of the experience. More, more, more, like a drug. The thought drifts through my mind. Your eyes are closed and you push your jaw up into my mouth. I nip your lips and suck them until they swell, tingling.

My toy cleaned up, I move on to more pressing needs. My pussy has been rubbing the crisp hair on your belly, keeping me near another peak. “Lift your hips!” Reaching back, I tug your briefs down to join your trousers.

Your cock bounces up and holds rock-still above your crotch. The sight of it over my shoulder makes me feel wild and forceful, randomly violent. But I turn to relieving the pressure that is building in my pussy beyond anything I’ve ever experienced, sharp and painful.

“Do not move!,” I assert in a tone that warns of consequences.

..To be Continued…

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Drifting Desire – Part 4

I watch you, my eyelids half-closed, as you start to work. My thighs tense as your tongue slides up past my button and back down, tentatively at first, but over and over. My head rolls back and my thighs squeeze your head in closer. I reach forward to rest my hand on the warm nape of your strong neck, pressing you closer

I’m getting off knowing that you are in my power – my toy, perhaps I’ll even call you my pet, if you’re that good. I hope you are. And then, you start sucking rhythmically on my clit. Your teeth skim along the bottom. Electric sparks explode all through my crotch and sizzle through my body. I’m not even aware of my own harsh pants and moans. My pussy, all the way up to my abdomen, clench over and over, getting stronger with each spasm, until I crash over the edge into a luscious breathless orgasm. So fast and long.

“Fuck…oh FUCK!” My heels dig in to your back, grinding you into my wet slit while I writhe on your desk. Son of a bitch, why didn’t I do this sooner?

I’m panting hard, but still tense and ready for much more. “Nice! But not nice enough, toy. I have other ideas.” I push your face away with one foot planted in the front of your shoulder, admiring the shine of my juices on your chin.

I grab your collar again and pull you up. You struggle to rise with your hands still tied. With my help, you make it to your feet. I grab the back of your neck and squeeze you forward to lick those velvet juices off your goatee. “I like that rough chin shoved into my pussy while you lick my clit. Don’t forget that, toy.”

I unbutton your shirt all the way down, and pull it out of your waistband. With your shirt out and open, I stop and look you in the eye. You look down. “Good, pet,” I purr, running my fingertips along and just under the top edge of your waistband. Your stomach twitches, your head rolls back, a growl in your throat, your crotch pumps forward. Running my hands up your torso, I pinch your nipples, firm and fast, on the way by, making you jump a bit. “Silence, toy, and hold still,” I murmur, with a soothing lick and suck to both nipples.

Opening your shirt wide, I lightly rub my nipples in little circles over your rough chest. The leather and laces of my bustier slither against your belly. My bare pussy presses wetly against the front of your pants – that’ll leave a mark, I grin & laugh to myself.

I yank that shirt down your arms, leaving it bunched around your tied wrists. Yesss, this is what I’ve wanted to see and touch – masculine shoulders. My hands roam freely across them and then shove those shoulders down to the floor, down on your back. You struggle to lay on your bound wrists, pulling them to one side.

I step up so my long legs are straddling your heaving dark-haired chest. “Look at me, pet.”

You look up my body, your eyes dark with lust, and into my eyes, until I’m captured myself for a moment in the most intense stare, searing laser eyes. We’re not messing around now. This is damned serious for both of us. Exactly what we’ve needed deep down, in our own ways, but both presumed would never happen for us. We both know the experience is stolen, selfish, and terribly satisfying.

“There’s so much more I’m going to get from you,” I promise with a touch of threat.

…To be Continued…

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