In the past few years, I have had this increasing desire to find a hot couple, get to know the girl really well, and then somehow-JUST SOMEHOW-I want to find a way to introducing ME fucking her husband while she watches and ONLY gets to play with herself. I’m sure it’s going to take some of Tabetha’s smooth-moves along with a bit of time and A LOT of alcohol to relax the nerves a bit
Don’t get me wrong, I love cuckolding a boy-toy as much as the next girl does, but I’ve always wanted to find a girl that SECRETLY wants to watch her man pound a hot-ass (like mine) while she has no control over the sexual escapades ensuing right in front of her.
Actually, one of the hottest fantasies I have involves the live dildo squirting all over his wife’s face, while I just lay there, exhausted and quivering from the quaking orgasms my new friend’s husband just gave me. I don’t know why exactly, but this idea of a quasi-threesome, where I call on the girl to do specific sexual favors for MUAH, makes me almost feel like women are getting more of a right to be as sexually uninhibited as their male counterparts.
I’m only being fair, silly boys! Guys get to do pretty much anything they REALLY want to do sexually. Lil’ ol’ me sittng with my legs crossed, all prim and proper, waiting for a guy to MAYBE give me an earth-shattering orgasm doesn’t sound appealing. I know what I want sexually, in a man or a woman, and I’m not waiting around for anyone to possibly give me a fun ride and a stimulating conversation.
So, it is settled…I have a few “prospects” that I know (who are attractive, easy to deal with couples) that I am pondering how to subtly infiltrate both of their secret desires. Generally though, I tend to get what I want as soon as I put both my hands on my hips and give a deep, glaring stare into the eyes of whomever I’m wanting attention from.
Where to begin…this Thanksgiving holiday has been such a frenetic, but awesome time this year. So much turkey, football and family that I absolutely missed all my friends and exploring their fact-is-stranger-than-fiction lives. The holidays are great for recharging the batteries but I have SOOO much to talk about with my guys and girls that I started to get stir-crazy and had to put on a corset and high-heels just so I could feel normal…and sexy, of course. I pondered over parties that I should get together a mistress interview so guys that don’t know me as well could read (or listen to) my interview and have a feel for my personality. Plus, interviews can be so much fun with such bombshells like Tia. Seriously, I would love to have a conversation with every single guy that loves my blog/voice/face like at the aforementioned “party setting” but physics-be-damned, I can’t be everywhere at once. BOO!!!
So, the easiest way to be everywhere at once for anyone that wants to have a quick “conversation” should check out my mistress interview happening LIVE tonight November 29th 8:00pm EST. (get your questions ready, boys!) on…. Mistress Interviews and get a chance to talk with me.
The pulse-heightening of a high-quality textual conversation mixed with a bit of naughty banter can be nearly obsessive and awesomely intoxicating. The kinky behavior that we all want to try can be a reality through sexy-texting, or “sexting” instead of the fun lying dormant in between the layers of erotic desires and would-be fantasies.
A bond of trust is often established within the sexy texting session and I always remember uniquely detailed desires of my most special friends. The thoughts ponder in my head, fluttering around like a butterfly. The reach of the conversation seems to extend past pre-conceived notions, social conformation and what is generally accepted as the status quo. The desires are met and grasped with tender authority and handled with hints of fear, juxtaposed by the gentle reminder of loyalty and feminism.
The breath is bated and your heart rustles to it’s stride that it once knew and dances at full gallop, almost as a thank you to the brain for the exquisite stimulation. Elated, I respond to the obviously jittery responses with even wittier conversation with ever-quickening strokes of the keys. The topic has turned to the secret passion for being dominated by a feminine sex therapist. Of course, he is just in luck…
As a Phone Sextress, I am constantly seeing the blurred lines between reality and what SHOULD be reality with my most intimate of friends during a call. Oftentimes, I am bombarded with the most interesting and attractive guys that seem to have it all. They have gorgeous women falling all over themselves, money, power and intellectual prowess that only rivals their physical presence and domination when entering a room.
This is just one reality though.
However, there is a curious urge for them to meet and be completely humiliated in a way that no one ever dares to approach. The incessant desire to be taken down a notch is met with the sexual anticipation of yours truly, becoming the dominating force behind the willing subjects most extreme sensual humiliation desires.
I urge him to his knees and I break open his button-down shirt, exposing his white T-shirt. I wrap his undershirt over his head so he can’t see the impending humiliation to cum. He has no control and vibrates with carnal anticipation. I tell him to crawl around on all-fours while he barks like a dog and I paddle his ass with an over-sized dildo, just missing his puckered pink, little asshole….for the time being.
The small of his back rises as he winces in sensual pain but dutifully continues to bark like the dog that he is.
I take off my soaked thong-panties, as I’m thoroughly enjoying this sexual spectacle, and stuff them into his waiting mouth, tape his yap shut and then again quickly cover his entire head with his pristine undershirt, only exposing my lustrous body upon completion of various humiliating acts of depravity as a reward for the sexual scoundrel that he is.
He audibly pulls in air through his nose, panting with sexual angst against the filter of his cotton shirt.
After this first phase of sensual humiliation that I put this one through, I ramp up his efforts a level or two. I tell him to stand, still unable to see, and I quickly tie his belt around his hands and request that he fetches me a glass of milk with the little hand leverage he has available. He arrives in short, measured steps but still manages to spill milk on the expensively varnished wooden floor. Of course, I spank his fit ass with a piece of lumber laying around his condo and pin the board against his chin and then the back of his head until he descends to the ground where the droplets of dairy lay undisturbed.
He knows what is next.
I expose his sweaty face, neck and head and rip off the duct tape from his neatly shaven pie-hole. With movement still restricted, I bury his face in my pie just to give him a little taste and then slap his face with the huge electronic penis a bit for fun and throw his face to the milk that has sullied his modern live space.
He laps up the milk like a good little kitty and works his way to my exposed toes. I strongly urge his mouth to wrap around the arches of my feet and lube up HIS waiting pie-hole simultaneously and slowly plunge the phallic device an inch at a time, pulling it out to slap his helpless and pitiful mouth before inserting it back in.
With one foot in his mouth, he only groans in the sexual expansion going on inside his manhole. Before you know it, I have turned on the vibrating level and thoroughly massage his prostate while he massages both of my feet as he gasps for air, almost as if he just jumped into a freezing-cold vat of water.
Of course, he has no idea that there is still TWO more levels of sensual humiliation that this incredibly luck participant will have to endure before being released from this near captive hell he has so much requested…
The surprise and heat that a male play-thing feels on his tight, muscular bottom when I swiftly smack his tight ass, is clearly visible on the pet’s face and is strikingly breathtaking. His face communicates the agony and ecstasy of a properly pink-and then red ass cheeks as he grimaces and asks for “faster, harder” spankings to satisfy his sexual fetish for pain on the brink of pleasure.
I oblige him.
My hands are swift and correctly glance off the loyal subject’s tight bum at a perfect angle, so my striking palm never slows down, rendering the meat tender and sensual for later goings-on. I clasp his head and make him look up the ceiling as he’s on all-fours and coax my dominate hand to spank my boy-toys butt over-and-over again and again…and again. For a short joyous “breather” I let my pet get down on his knees and lick the soles of my high-heel pleather boots. I put a spiked dog-collar around his neck with a very short leash on it and demand that he assumes the position, once again on all-fours, for absolute saturation of my lightning-quick strikes to the point that I think to myself, ‘There’s no way this fly-guy will be sitting down at work tomorrow’.
He gingerly recoils his back after a few particularly naughty spankings that I administer on the backside of my latest play-thing. He relishes the tangible satisfaction of being physically dominated as well as the need for obedience and loss of control.
He is mine for another half-hour and his tush looks like a curvaceous STOP SIGN it is so red and inflamed with submissive passion painted all over it.
Before the Skype phone sex session is over, I applaud him on his efforts to duplicate my commands and swift hands. Even though, I see “tears of joy” on his face he smiles and says that his ass has never received such a punishing worship in all his days and salivates at the next available meeting we can procure.
I tell him that next time, he better bring a paddle and some Novocaine because he hasn’t seen anything yet…
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