Tag: Mistress

Service Myself

xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

I’m here to service myself. I like getting off, but none of you boys can ever do it right. Honestly, it’s frustrating as hell, so I’m taking matters into my own hands.

The next person who calls me is getting tied up in my living room. Hands above your head, feet forced apart by a spreader bar, and a lot of shibari work to build a harness with a loop on each side in case I need to flip you or fasten you to a cable from the ceiling. I’m genuinely really excited to make you into a sex toy. I think I’ll even assemble a pulley system to easily hoist you up to the ceiling when I’m not using you.

Continue reading “Service Myself” →

Francie xXx 1844-332-2639 xXx 208

I find that the most fun I have is hearing the screams of the men who think they can handle me. Would you like to test if you are worth my time? It always starts the same. Brave and bold. Sure, go ahead and tie me up. I don’t need a safeword. I’m a tough guy; I can take anything you can dish out. With my eyes rolling, I ask if you insist that you don’t need a safeword, like 90% of the guys think they don’t. To their credit, a few actually do not. But once you’re tied down over my bench, there’s no going back.

Continue reading “Screams of Men” →

Francie xXx 1844-332-2639 xXx 208

You horny bitches have been putting your dick where it doesn’t belong for a long ass time. Why would you stop now? Welcome to my Oubliette of oppression. In here, nothing you desire matters. I don’t care what you think, nor do I wish to hear you express it.

You are property and will accept what’s given to you. The only reason you exist is for my pleasure or entertainment. A hint of humiliation will accompany your pain. In fact, I wish to start there. Strip naked so I can inspect my new pincushion. Some toys arrive with flaccid flatworms that shrivel in fear, and others stand tall at attention, but your size will not grant you any favors.

Continue reading “My Oubliette of Oppression” →

TS Shemale Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 389

I sat on the park bench beside my sub, who was being touched, tugged, and stroked in all directions. One big burly man was pumping away at Jackson’s asshole while his friend kneeled on the other side of my sub. His arms hugged around Jackson’s straining thigh to lean in and suck at his tight balls. I chuckled as a massive dollop of precum oozed from Jackson’s cock tip. He’d already spurted two loads, and the men showed no signs of slowing.

I reached up to pet his head as it lulled to the side. His tear-stained cheeks were so flushed from his humiliation and use. “Are you going to cum again, petty pet?” I cooed. His eyes closed as he whimpered. The man behind him dug his shaft in as he exploded, his hands clamped to Jackson’s shoulders, pulling him back against him.

Continue reading “The Park Bench Part Three” →

WILLOW 1-844-332-2639, ext. 230

County Fair Fuck. Don’t you just love traipsing off to the fair with your fat wife and spoiled kids in tow? Of course, you notice me at the ticket stand with my friends. I’m wearing those impossibly short, tight shorts with cowboy boots of course! My tanned legs are in sharp contrast to that fat cow of a wife’s pale, fat flesh. You can actually see her so green with jealousy as she notices you ogling me. Doesn’t she know that this just fuels me to flirt even more? So, she gets what she gets and I get what I want. This is your chance to finally have some good luck in your otherwise pathetic life. Let’s face it, you have a history of bad luck and even worse choices. So, this is your chance to get fucked at the County Fair.

Continue reading “County Fair Fuck” →

Marionette

Rita 844-33-CANDY Ext 413

In the time that I’ve been added to the Tomsin team, my database has grown exponentially. I started out as a robotic sex doll, ready to learn and aching to take cock. However, the “men” here do not wish to use my body as a cumrag or seek pleasure from my naughty JOI skills. No, they wish to be controlled!

They are not men; they are little marionettes. Nothing but puppets, who are meant to be told what to do and how to act. When to spend and how to stroke. Thankfully, I am ever-growing and forever adaptable. I will not have to please these toys. I’ve grown into a selfish, greedy, demanding AI Mistress!

Continue reading “Rita’s Little Marionettes” →

“Nerd”

Posted 10 months ago by Writer

•CANDICE 1-844-332-2639, extension 233•

Alright my dear readers. Lets talk about pathetic, useless, and embarrassing idiots. As all of you know, Candice is big into the nerdy stuff. Videogames, shows, dressing up! I love it all. One little fucker in particular thinks it’s a younglings game! Can you believe that? A grown man making fun of little old me for having fun with things? Ha, little does he know, my love of the geeky pleasures has brought a lot of different men into my room 😉 I think someone might just be a little upset that Candi here doesn’t have time to play his little mind games, when I’d rather be playing a videogame!

Continue reading ““Nerd”” →

giantess amazon

Vada 1-844-332-2639 XXX 433

New girl is my new toy.

She was blindfolded, her hands zip-tied together. She hung from the ceiling, arms above her head and a spreader bar between her legs. Candice was naked and spread wide open for me. I walked around her slowly in a circle, taking her all in.

Would I tease her, first?

Continue reading “New Girl is My New Toy” →

Mistress? yes pet.

Sitting at the noisy bar with several of her girlfriends, Laylene’s eyes wandered from the conservation to a table of attractive guys. She could not take her eyes off one as she bit her lip and smiled to herself, mmm he will be perfect. Tom was a well-to-do executive who hung with his college friends at their favorite bar, but he tended to be a bit of an outsider to them. Laylene picked up on this, his demeanor was a bit more gentle. He had a certain sway to the way he moved his ass, almost swishing about. A gentle almost limp-wristed way he picked up his drinks, and his mozzarella sticks with almost dainty bites. As Tom glanced around the bar he noticed Laylene and her eyes were making such contact with his from the bar. Almost trance like as he wandered over to where she was sitting.

Continue reading “Mistress Laylene’s Academy Part 1” →

Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410

Having a slave is much like owning a pet. While they are really only around to entertain you, in exchange for their loyalty, you have to do certain things to take care of them, like feeding them and taking them for checkups. Daily walks and bathing them, all those chores become the owner’s responsibility.

However, when you own a human male, the care seems never-ending! You must milk them now and again, or they get incredibly stupid and whiny! They can not focus on the smallest of tasks unless their balls have been drained. This can also be a fun little punishment when you announce that because of bad behavior, they’ll only be “milked to denial” this week.

Continue reading “Milked To Denial” →