Good morning my corporate slut, I never thought it would come to this. I’m writing to you to tell you, quite simply, you just don’t “do it” for me anymore – especially lately. And after careful consideration, I’ve decided to take matters into my own hands, and address the situation. You see, I think you’ve […]
What is it about humiliating you in front of other ladies that gets me so incredibly wet? Knowing you are bent over, holding the edges of the table, silky pink panties pulled down around your thighs. I can just picture her there, smirking at you, and you are so bright red with humiliation.
When the cock finally slides into your mouth, the moan that escapes your lips will be indescribable. In fact, if you were not in locked chastity, perhaps you would ejaculate right there. By the moans, the pleasure in your eyes, one would think you came on the spot. It shall make a glorious “close up” and maybe the cover of the video when the entire feature is complete. I am sure the world will adore it! Especially your co-workers.
I have another bell, for your nipple. Your left nipple. It’s a clamp with a little bell attached, but I guess it won’t be ringing much under the latex bra I have for you to wear also. The bell is more for show, and for your mindset, and, of course, to turn me on. I think the bra, pressed into the clamp and bell, will make you keenly aware of your left nipple all day long.
I will seduce you before you realize what you’ve gotten yourself into. I’ll have the bonds tight against your limbs before you can move to escape. My most ominous gag will be secure in your mouth, relentless, to prevent you from talking me out of it. My soft velvet blindfold will hide your piercing eyes should you try to work your charm on me.
I dream of restraining you, making you sweat like that but for me, seeing that pain in your eyes for real. I dream of you on the floor at my feet for another purpose, my little angel of misery. To see my boots up close. And in case you have wondered, that’s why I conveniently shove them under your nose when you kneel with your head down on the dance floor. I smile, and I think, get used to it.
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First, I will order you onto the floor on all fours to inspect you. Even though we share the most intimate lives and intense personal relationship, I know you will still feel so, so violated when I spread your ass cheeks and inspect your pussy. I plan to take my time. You’ll hear the snapping on of my latex gloves, the squirting of some lubricant, and I am going to humiliate you verbally as I prod, poke, and finger-fuck your tight hole until you start whimpering. Some tough executive you are!
With careful little movements Brad turned toward her as she slowly opened her closet door. What he saw was shoes...shoes everywhere, more shoes than he had ever seen in his life. Boots and boots and more boots - in black and white and beige, leather and latex and wool. Some with heels, some without. Some high, some low. And stiletto heels, some 7 inches, some less. He gasped and said, "Jesus Christ, that's a lot of shoes."
If he has been restrained a long time and I have been enjoying watching him squirm..and then had the chance to strip away his power again and again, to make him do things he finds unenjoyable just to please me -- we are getting closer.
Submissive men on the net often ask me why they have such a bad reputation, and why they cannot gain trust of the women they are courting. They ask me why they get treated with suspicion and are kept at arm’s length for awhile. They wonder where the bitter resentment comes from when they talk […]
I used long straps and chains to lock his wrists to the bedposts that were several feet away, leaving him kneeling with his naked back, his naked ass exposed to me. I removed the gag from his mouth and placed it on the counter next to the bed, listening to his gracious breathing.
"I'm burning inside," I whispered, pressing my cunt into his naked skin, smearing my juices over his flesh. "This is from my desire for your gift."
His hands were clenched into tight fists, his head buried in the sheets, hiding, pressing hard and harder. He was shaking as if sobbing and I hadn't even touched him yet.
When I was very young, I used to actively fantasize about kidnapping and keeping a boy prisoner. This boy might be a made-up character, or the boy sitting across from my in my first grade class.
Even at that young age, I found the thoughts to be more than just idle fantasy. I found something very uniquely intense about the images, which were often elaborate. I knew I was different. But I saw it -- in an abstract way -- like it was a gift. Like I was a sly, sinister, cunning little creature.
You will start by kissing the tips of my boots one at a time, and by then I know your cock will be straining in the metal cage. You are to pull down your panties so I can see and I may put the heel of my boot over your heavy, aching balls.