Those panties will soon become quite comfortable to you. I feel like making you drop your trousers around your thighs right now to masturbate right through the panties this morning. So you ache. So the panties get wet. Soaked with lust and desire. I’m going to torture you today.
After the new harness is in place, I have a special pair of panties for you to wear. Humiliation panties. I call them that because they are frilly white lace, a few sizes too small.
Then we will take turns sitting in the bachelor chair, and YOU will do a lap dance for awhile. You’ll have to wiggle your slutty ass, wobble around in the high heels, bounce around on your plug, squat down and open your legs and rub your hands all over your thighs and up the tops of the stockings.
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How humiliating for you. How humiliating being fucked in the ass while you are in panties and garters and stockings, wearing a bra. Little drops of cum on your face, knowing that any minute now I can start stroking you full and then you'll not be able to resist, and that cum will shoot out all over your face.
I wanted to be sadistic. I wanted to use him, to bind him up so tight that he whimpered with every attempted move. I wanted his eyes to glisten because they were wet with tears, and I wanted to still hold up and push him down even more, because I had the strength and the will and wanted to have him so vulnerable that he would crawl to me, shaking, and wrap his arms around my ankles, sobbing.
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.
et’s see. The more aroused you make me – the more sensual your visit will be. The more flat and uninteresting your shopping visit was, the more I will bring an arsenal designed to deflate your ego and degrade your pride, until I leave you a whimpering, groveling mess. Not much for the rest of your productivity, don’t you agree?
In order to ensure that you make the shopping trip delicious for me, let me give you some advice. First, I highly recommend that you propel your own humiliation into high gear but asking Peggy if you need to “try on” what is in the box. You know she will smile broadly, and you’ll be gazing at her cleavage and probably eying some of the sweet, college-aged help buzzing around, and she’ll assemble a little group of girls – is that a ‘gaggle’? – to take a peek.
Listening to you slurp and slurp and suck on my dick will be what sets me off, what makes me want even more. Your ass, your fine slut ass bent over your desk with your pants pulled down around your ankles. As I fuck your face I’ll tell you about it – I’ll tell you how I am going to ram that slick cock up your ass and make you beg for more.
And the biggest black cock you have ever seen, nestled around my hips in a sweet leather strap on harness. A big cock right in your face. Ready to be sucked.
I know you’ve got plenty of experience serving me in front of one of my friends, or serving a girlfriend of mine while I give direction. You’ve even had the pleasure of having a cock both in your ass and in your mouth at the same time, but I bet that memory is almost a blur. You’ve been dual fucked, and you’ve been used by me and a friend. You’ve proven that you are capable of serving two demanding women at once – both orally and anally.