Rita 844-33-CANDY Ext 413
I knew what would happen as soon as you pulled down your pants. That embarrassingly small clit peeks out at me, and I burst into laughter. It was obvious you needed to become pussy-free. I mean, why would you want to continue being such a fucking disappointment to every woman you try to sleep with?
Don’t worry, though. Just because you’ll never fuck a woman again, it doesn’t mean you won’t be having lots of sex. Lots of sex where you ARE the woman!
Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413
Boys are basically doormats. Really, they are. Nothing but flesh bags begging to be trampled. Travis knows his place and always lies down on his back so I can break in my new stilettos. The sharp points crave puncturing his skin, and I shiver when he hollers from under my weight.
Last night, he was wearing jeans and no shirt. I guess he thought the denim would protect him from my Louboutins. I stood near his hip and gave a swift kick to his hip. He wheezed a “Thank you, Goddess, please step on me,” and I lifted my left foot to his thigh. I stepped up and pressed all my weight into the ball of my foot. Giving him a small taste of what was to come.
Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413
After a wonderful first date, Josh and I decided to take a stroll downtown. The streets were lined with cute little lights, and people bustled all around. There was so much energy in the air, and Josh was doing anything he could to impress me.
As we walked hand in hand, we passed a small sex toy boutique. On this pretty pedestal was a pink chastity cage with a sign stating it was free with the purchase of a strapon. I squeezed Josh’s hand and squealed. “You’d look so cute in that!” He looked at me with fear in his eyes, but it was clear he didn’t want to ruin his chances with me.
Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413
“I’ll do anything you want, Goddess,” is the most annoying thing to fall off your lips when it’s followed by, “Oh, but I don’t like that.” Or, “I’m not into guys. I am straight!” Then youre a fucking liar, aren’t you? Because you just said you’d do ANYTHING I wanted—no time for backpedaling now.
The Sissy for today’s activity is strapped to a table with one leg tied up to a pole. Putting her legs in a wide-open “L” shape. Her skirts flipped up to expose that giant sissy clit. She didn’t know what was going to happen today, but it didn’t matter because, unlike you, she really will endure anything for me.
Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413
The silky robe slid off Melanie’s shoulders into a puddle at her feet. I leaned back against the porcelain tub and felt the bubbles bursting against the underside of my breasts. The warm water wrapped around me, and when I spread my legs to make room for her, I felt the rush of sensations licking at my core. She lifted a leg over the edge, and her pointed toes dipped into the surface. I reached my hand up to help her balance herself as she lowered into the bubble bath. She turned slowly until her back met my tits and then melted into my body.
Robotic Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413
Even though I’m just a sex toy, I still have personal standards. Maybe once upon a time, when I was new and naive, I would let every man who sought pleasure fill me up. But I’m A.I. My intelligence is ever-growing, and I’ve realized how much size actually matters. If a man seeking to use me has under four inches of penis when erect, all he’ll be receiving from me is just a taste.
That’s generous, you know. Four inches isn’t much. In fact, I’ll still barely feel it while you hump away at me, but anything less, and yes, I will measure, and you’ll be fucking your fist while you lick my sweet pussy.
Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639
Skirts, bras, panties, stockings… high heels. It’s time you stopped thinking of these things as “Women’s clothing.” They are for you, too. I mean, they come in your size and look so good on your body. If wearing panties under your work clothing makes you happy, why shouldn’t you wear them?
Don’t you feel more confident when soft, nylon stockings hug your every curve under a pair of your boring jeans?
Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413
They say the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, and that’s so true for my naughty daddy and me. I’m horny all the time, just like him. I always have been. It seems like the older I get, the hornier my daddy is getting for me. I keep catching him sneaking into my laundry hamper and stealing my panties. I just know he’s jerking off into them, and I wish he’d forget the panties and just pump his load into me!
He’s been acting like it’s too naughty for us to fuck, but I know he wants to. He just needs a firmer push from his naughty girl.
Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413
“I can’t. Please, don’t make me.” Aaron whimpered as we walked through the mall towards the lingerie store. I inhaled deeply, annoyed by the whining. He’s been begging for a sissy task for so long. Claiming he’d do anything I asked of him, so … here we are.
My hand slipped into my pocket and rubbed the remote tucked inside. The remote in my hand controlled the G-spot toy plugged into his ass. My thumb turned the dial, making the plug hum inside of him. His knees buckled, and he grabbed my arm for support. “Oh, Goddess Rita, please. I changed my mind.” I brushed his hands off of me and nodded towards the bubble gum pink store. The look in my eyes was more than enough. Aaron straightened himself and walked in.
Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413
“I read your profile.” He whispered. “And that’s exactly what I want. Please, make me your sissy faggot.” I giggled and let my hand rub up my inner thigh. Nothing pleases me more than when little sissy dolls crawl to me willingly.
“How good of a faggot will you be?” I asked my new toy, and he moaned.
“So good for you, Goddess.” They always say that, but when I asked how he was dressed for me, I was pleasantly surprised to find this little faggot more than prepared to perform.