Then as she helps pick out the bra, panties, stockings, and nighties, we will talk about the benefits of having a man “trained” to be a girlie sissy at home, and how your behavior is usually quite positive as a result of having all your masculinity removed.
I have no limits on the evening. I plan to let my girlfriends have their way with you. No matter what they want to do. I will tell them – the sky is the limit. I will show them how to fuck. I will show them the best positions. I will show them how we can take you, two at a time.
There is something about the desperate, gasping breath against my thighs when I close them slightly so you can have a little room to breathe.
The “BJ meter” actually gets the measurement based on how deep you can take the cock, how tight you can make the seal with your lips, how you use your tongue, and how vigorously you slurp it.
If it requires a monumental amount of lubricant and degradation, I don’t care, but I must get all eight inches until my balls ram into your cheeks and I feel the base of the cock, until I feel your ass cheeks shaking, until I slam so hard into the backs of your thighs that your entire body rocks with my thrusting.
I can just hear Julie say. “What happened to him? Isn’t that your corporate guy”? “Yeah, he used to be.” Used to be. Nights, sleeping in a metal cage, a big dildo gag like a pacifier to silence your whimpers.
Akasha’s Web is the original, all-authentic femdom erotica website. I have written more than 1,000 exclusive femdom stories and online trainings, in addition to the internet’s most shared no-nonsense guide for curious and reluctant women dipping their toe in the waters of BDSM. Now and then, I’ll add a humorous commentary or pop culture observation.
Friday. Another full moon. His stomach immediately was in knots. His palms started to sweat. He pondered picking up the phone and telling her no. Telling her no right then. After last time, while the closeness afterward was a level he'd never experienced before, true fear of her other self was terrifying him. To Laura, he could endure anything.
He resisted for a second and she dug her boot heel into his back. Such ruthless, cruel treatment, so sudden, I observed, but so appropriately hot. Stephen obeyed, leaning forward and lifting his head, dropping it forward into the bowl, almost graciously, splashing about to drink.
The goal was simple. I wanted to seduce and capture that submissive-in-hiding, or even a curious vanilla boy that just didn’t know he needed to be tied up and gagged yet. I was the queen of corrupting the unsuspected. Halloween was the perfect time to wear a provocative costume with a pretty blatant “hint” and let the suggestive flirtation do the rest.
Naked Weekend Slut Good morning my corporate slut, In light of your recent success in the boardroom, I thought it was time to bring you down a notch. You know, as much as I adore your cocky self confidence and fortune five hundred smile, there are times when I need nothing more than to see […]
Good morning my corporate slut, This morning I was thinking about you. I was pleasuring myself thinking about you, actually, and I bet you’d like all the graphic details about that. Wouldn’t it be painful to read about, knowing your cock is just going to swell up in the tight confines of that cage and […]
You have to stand up and pull out your cock, then get your sandwich out of the bag. Put your sandwich on the table and open it up, and point your dick right at it. I want a picture of all of this as proof, slut.
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.