*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221
I love getting a fresh new pair of holiday heels every Christmas season. With so many parties and events to attend, having a sexy new pair always makes me feel amazing. Plus, they come in handy for all of my CBT lovers.
I think that every holiday season should start and end with a bit of cock and ball “fun”. And I have the sexiest holiday heels to wear in order to make your CBT dreams come true.
Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
They call me ‘The Collector.’ My coven might raise a brow at my methods, but they don’t understand the relentless ache, the void only true satisfaction can fill. I am predacious by nature, preying only on those submissive men who believe their shriveled cocks are enough. They read the runes, they sign the parchments, their eyes wide with a mix of fear and fervent hope. They know the terms: if they do not measure up, they become an offering. An ornament. A keepsake.
I had another one show up tonight. A nervous young man, all trembling anticipation, stood before my altar. The scent of black candles and patchouli filled the chamber. He stripped, his body a canvas for my scrutiny. I circled him, my gaze a physical weight, assessing. My eyes, usually a calming forest green, glowed with a faint, reddish heat.
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
Hey there, my pathetic little bitch boy. Let’s get one thing straight – your cock belongs to me now. I own that worthless little dick of yours and I’m going to lock it up in a cage where it belongs. You aren’t allowed to touch it without my permission, and let’s be real, those pathetic begging sessions are few and far between.
I know you’re imagining rubbing your hard cock right now, wishing you could stroke yourself to orgasm. Tough luck, loser. That’s not happening anymore. I’ve taken away all your stroking privileges. You’ll be denied release for a long, long time. Maybe if you’re an extra good boy and make me cum hard enough, I’ll let you out of your cage next month to pleasure me. But don’t count on it.
xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208
It’s amusing to me how you selfish boys think only of yourselves. Different boy, different situation, and yet it’s always “Poor me!” “Pitty me.” It’s never your fault for the things that have happened to you. I was on the phone this morning with a man who wanted my help using the elastorator. *Claps hands excitedly* I know, I know, not much help can be given as it’s an easy tool to use, but I digress.
So, we’re on the phone after I help him put the rubber band around the prongs, open them up and stuff his grape-sized balls through; he releases the elastorator and is on his way to losing his sack when I start to ask why he wanted this… and this is where the fun begins.
1844-33-CANDY EXT 423
“You’re late,” I say, looking at my watch as you walk through the door.
“I’m sorry, Mistress,” you reply, bowing your head in submission. “I apologize for my tardiness.”
I can see the fear in your eyes, and I know you’re wondering what punishment awaits you for your disobedience. Then I stand up from my chair and walk over to you, my heels clicking against the hardwood floor. After that, I reach out and stroke your cheek, feeling the stubble on your chin.
“You know what happens to slaves who are late, don’t you?” I ask, my voice low and seductive.
“Yes, Mistress,” you reply, your voice trembling.
“Good,” I say, my lips curling into a smile. “Follow me.”
I lead you to the back of the house, to the room where I keep all of my toys. I can see your eyes widen as you take in the array of whips, chains, and other devices that I use to punish my slaves. Continue reading “Don’t Be Late!”
*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221
Do you live a kinky life or are you one of those vanilla boys? Can I count on you to be limit free or are you going to come with all kinds of vanilla boy rules?
What’s your fetish of choice? I’m down for anything! Are you a sissy slut? Because I have a soft sport for all sissies. Anyone who lives a kinky life is the man for me. So come along my lover, it’s time to make you mine.
Continue reading “Give Me A Man Who Needs A Kinky Life”
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
I hope you’re feeling that delicious mixture of frustration and arousal, because I’ve got you locked up tight in that chastity cage, and I’m the only one who holds the key.
I know how much you crave release, how desperately you want to feel your cock throbbing and spurting as you reach the pinnacle of pleasure. But I’m the one who decides when – or even if – you get to experience that exquisite sensation.
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
It’s funny that you think your miniscule prick could satisfy me. Look at it. So small and pathetic. You don’t even deserve to look at my pictures, let alone trying to make me cum. Your small penis deserves only ridicule and derision.
Try and make it hard for me. Will I even be able to tell? Doubt it. My thumb is more fulfilling than that scrawny excuse for a cock.
In fact, we shouldn’t even be calling it a cock. It’s a clitty. Your clitty is worthless unless it’s caged and even then you’re lucky that I even consider caging that silly thing.
Janet 1-844-332-2639 ext 456
The party invitation was vague. All you know about this place is that you’ve heard about it from a friend. That heard about it from a friend. Who heard about it from another friend. Who heard about it from their cousin who swore they had actually been invited to it once. You know this is an invite-only kind of place. Something else you know is that your cock is going to have fun! The invitation only reads. “A creamy good time! Congratulations You’ve been invited!”. After that just a time and an address nothing more.
Showing up to the building you were told to go to you see it’s nothing special. Nothing about it other than what looked like a newish metal door was out of place on the old building. The invitation said to knock three times. Then to say the password given. You knock three times. The sliding door hole opened only showing a set of eyes. The person said nothing just looked at you and waited. You hesitated but then spoke the magic words “Cream time”
Belle 1844-332-2639 X 444
Do you remember that lame-ass kid joke? The one where someone says, “knock, knock?” and you say, “Who’s there?” Then they say, “Banana.” You reply, “Banana, who?” and annoyingly, they repeat the same bit a few times before finally saying, “Orange.” When you ask, “Orange, who?” They say, “Orange, you glad I didn’t say Banana?” And, like, you are relieved that it’s over, but it’s also humorous.
A recent call with my older painslut has me thinking about this joke a lot. When I asked how he was going to serve me, he said he had a knee-high sock with an orange in it, and he was planning to swing the orange into his balls for my amusement.