Archive for August, 2007

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It has been a very strange summer here in Upstate New York. The past few days have been cool but now I find that I’m sitting here at my kitchen table sweating even with the air on. The strange weather has changed my normal fling’s in the park here in Albany.I’m addicted to public sex outside behind these green box’s in the park. Mind you I am not the kind of woman that loves to bend over and get fucked but the thrill of getting caught is sooooooo worth it. My god it make’s me wet just thinking about it.So here I sit with a short neon yello dress on that just covers my pussy and ass thinking about tonight. What should I do? Should I stay hoem in my messy bed of wrinkled sheet’s and take some phone sex call’s to please my horny desire? Do I lay there with my pussy on fire to hear the phone ring. Do I wait for maybe hours to get myself off?
Or do I say the hell with it and go out looking for trouble? I could find all kind’s of things out at he clubs and bars here. Come on it is New York were talking about here. A siisy slut may do just fine and make him be my personal hooker for the night. Out there in the heat it a skinmy dress with his hairey legs showing while I sit in my car with the a/c on. I would laugh as people drove by looking at my male sissy slut calling him names from there cars and from the bus as it drives by. Or maybe I could find a young stud or handsome bear. Make him want me so badly by shakes and grinding on him and then tell him he has to prove his worth and suck off a man. Some forced-bi fun with him. Making him find a man at the gay bar down the way and get him in the parking lot and suck on his sweaty balls and force him to gag on th sweaty cock as it cum’s in his mouth of course he will have to show me the cum in his mouth before he swallows it. That always makes me cum right there. I can see some gay guy trying to explain why he has female pussy cream on the hood of his car lol.
Oh what to do what to do——————————— We will ahve wait and see I guess.~~Kisses Joey

Joey

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It always makes me laugh when guys prove just how simple minded they are. Submissive men especially! A strong authoritative voice spoken just so brings their submissive selves to the fore, the feel of a crop or paddle or flogger makes them jump and twitch for more. They know where they stand when those things happen. They obey their Mistress, they thank their Mistress. They listen and submerge themselves in the feelings coursing through their bodies.

But a laugh. . .

When I stand over one of my slaves and laugh at his responses to the crop or the games or the teasing. . . I can see him start to struggle with his inner feelings of shame and humiliation that My laugh can send surging through him, against his will, and I revel in the fact that the feelings and emotions he may try to hide and keep private are now on full display. Even a slaves body language will change, his shoulders will hunch forward a little, his eyes will lower and often close, his lips will begin trembling and his breathing will get rough, choppy, stuttered. And all of that is a delight to my senses.

There really is nothing quite like the power that a Sexy Laugh can hold over a submissive male. . .

Mistress Lauren

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Well, well, well.. I’m back from my vacation and find my maid Colette has been in desperate need of supervision. I came home with a bag full of dirty laundry only to discover the little slag has been wearing the pristine panties I left behind.

If it weren’t for the fossilized fuck in Utah who sent me the $200 e-gift certificate to Victoria’s Secret, I’d have no clean undies at all. Fortunately, the package of sweet new thongs and Brazilian cut panties was waiting for me when I got home.

Big, biting kisses for all the pets who sent me tributes to spend while I was on vacation. I brought back more mementos than I could reasonably carry. Of course, it’s always easy to find some sycophantic little man to move my things along for me, so it’s not really my problem if the luggage is heavy.

Overall, it’s good to be home and back to my pets. Even the ones who haven’t been minding their chores while I’ve been gone.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a sissy to spank.

Shayna

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I realize it may seem I’ve been neglecting my blog and ignoring my pets, but as you can see, I have a new website with a new look. I’m quite pleased with the sissy gallery and look forward to the store which should be operable any time now, where you’ll be able to purchase all your dildos, and floggers, and cock straps, oh my!

I’m afraid the site comes just in time for me to leave on vacation for about two weeks. My regulars will know about this already, but for you occasional puppies and sissies, I’ll be unavailable for training from August 8th to August 20th.

Like the proper technophile I am, I’ll have my new laptop with me, (a love-bite goes out to john for the laptop) so you can always email me to set appointments for when I’m back. Just don’t expect a terribly prompt reply. Remember, I’m the Goddess and my fun comes first.

You have a few more days to catch me before I leave, so be quick about it if you need a flogging to tide you over. If not, take care until we speak again.

While I’m gone, feel free to look up my darling pet, and a vicious Domme in her own right, Lady Katarina.

Lady Katarina

Hehe Princess hasn’t blogged in so long I know all u lil sluts are just Dying for your Goddess!

I’ve been having fun, as always, going out partying, fucking up dorks, dressing up sissies…

Princess got a new foot slut who is AWFUL whiny but has been buying Princess shoes…New Cam Pics soon hehe…My faithful foot slut r has been Tributing nicely to see Me massage My feet and put My peticured lotioned toes in My New Sandals

I love all My ass boys too that get sooo weak over Me on Cam LOL…Just one look at Princess’ panties and you are a quivering lil blob, begging to hand over Every Penny!!

Hehe teasing u sooo bad with what u can never have…and don’t even THINK about what’s underneath those Panties lil boy, U’ll Never Get It!!!! HAHAHA!!!

Princess has another surprise…I’m going on vacation at the end of the month, thanks to slave D, who is paying for My trip just for a little spanking session hehe (Yes Princess Sometimes does Real Time, but only for My best and most Well Behaved Slaves!). Guess Where Princess is Going…VEGAS!! I’ll be taking pics in Vegas for when Princess returns hehe and will have My Member’s Area up and running before I leave with New Recordings, Clips, and Pics, so don’t worry, u won’t go through withdrawl little boys, LOL…In the Meantime, Pay for My CA$INO CA$H!!

Princess Trisha’s blog

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Kevin was always a fucked up little neighbor, I saw him when he was creeping around my yard at night, and when I would leave in the mornings for a run. I knew he would go home and jerk that cock, sometimes he even did it in my yard. I often would see him on the security system with his cock in his hand, and I would just laugh knowing he was out there pumping as hard as he could hopeful he would not be caught. It made my wicked side giggle, knowing that he thinks I do not know.. and watching him all the while.

I had ordered a new spanking bench about a week ago, and it was delivered yesterday. I saw kevin in his yard and snickered to myself then invited him over to help me with it. Of course he had no idea what was contained in the box left on my back deck, but was happy to help me move it indoors. He had never been in my house, he spent all his time on the outside looking in, I am most certain his cock twitched more then a little when he got thru the door. I had been out for a run and was sweat soaked in my running shorts and t-shirt, he took notice. We removed all the contents of the box and I asked him to help me put it together, there was minimal assembly required and when he stepped back he realized what it was, I could see the look in his eyes and the sudden bulge in his shorts. I walked over to a large basket I keep next to my bedroom door and removed a couple sets of handcuffs quietly while he stood looking at the bench, he never even noticed. I then asked him with a laugh if he wanted to “check it out” and told him to go ahead and lean over on it, he did.

I quickly cuffed his hands to the front bar; he was so in shock at the speed in which I did so he let out a little yelp, I laughed. He started to struggle a little and I told him to be still, after all wasn’t this what he had often thought about while jerking in my yard, he turned bright red and was speechless. I then removed my running shoes and shorts; I was in his line of vision and could see he was getting a little uncomfortable with his situation. I told him I would be back in a few minutes I needed to shower after my long run and walked off.. in his line of vision.. removing my t-shirt then bra so he could see me walk away in only my panties. I bet he wished more then anything I would turn around at that point, but I didn’t.

When I got out of the shower I slipped on a pair of white panties and a short silk black robe, walking back to the living room where kevin lay across the bench I picked up a nice riding crop and kneeled down in front of his face. I could tell he had been trying to wiggle free but in doing so he just go more excited and from the looks of it, more erect. I laughed at him and told him about the security system, and all the times I had watched him in my yard as his face grew redder by the moment. I then walked over and reached my hands around his waist, jerking his khaki shorts to his knees, pulling his boxers with them. Here was my perverted neighbor, ass bare cuffed to a brand new spanking bench in the middle of my living room, with a rock hard throbbing erection. I ran the crop up and down his ass a few times while I watched him squirm; he was helpless and could not even speak. I then suddenly gave that sweet ass a very good whack with the crop watching him jump, and then I did it again.

I straddled kevin then, pulling his shirt up so he could feel the fabric of my panties on his back, and began to beat his ass, his skin grew red and hot and he began to whimper…. His whimpers became sobs and I knew he could feel my panties getting wet on his skin, a boy crying makes me hot, always has. I ground into him just a little before standing to walk around him, then came to the front of the bench and grabbed his head, shoving it into the wetness of my panties.. smothering him. I told him what a very bad boy he was and that I knew he was a pervert, then I walked to the back of the bench. I slapped his ass hard with my hand then, leaving my handprint on his bare skin… he was shaking again and I was thrilled. I then leaned down and reached over to his throbbing cock, smacking it one hard time with my hand… he exploded then and there.

Poor kevin passed out in sheer exhaustion at that point, cuffed to the bench with his pants around his ankles. I walked off and left him, smiling to myself at the way I just bent then twisted my naughty neighbor.

As always,

Fuck you!

Elizabeth

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The queen went to the store last night just to get a few things to fix for dinner. While standing in line waiting for the new check out girl to figure out how to run a credit card this man standing behind me starts talking to the queen. I turn and smile at him then ignore his sorry ass. When I finally finish my check out and walk out of the building I see out of the corner of my eye that this fool is running to catch up with me. Just when I get to my SUV and start to put my things in the back he comes up trying to talk to the queen yet again. Now as you should know by now the queen does not like to be bothered by pathetic losers. I turn and look him straight in the eyes, smile my most evil smile, and tell him to stop wasting my time and go look for someone in his own league. He then starts to beg the queen to take the time to get to know him. I start laughing, turn and look at him, tell him that I can tell that he is not worthy material for my talents and I never waste my time on spineless weasels. I then get into my auto, and notice as I’m pulling away that this fool is still standing there with this hopeless dumb ass look on his face. I could not help myself, first I smile, and then I started laughing and kept laughing the whole drive home. After that little bit of fun I thought dinner could wait so I sat back and had a nice glass of wine smiling at the memory of yet one more loser knocked down by the queen. HA HA, Next.

Queen of Phone Mean

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Maybe I have a problem with authority. I don’t think so, since I usually perceive myself as being in charge, but maybe I do. There’s just something about a man in a position of any power over me that makes me want to turn it around and show him what a bitch I can make him be. Let’s face it, power is sexy, and it’s more exciting break a stallion than a bunny.

I know it’s kind of a typical thing for girls to get crushes on their college professors and I’m not so very different there. Each semester I take classes with one man or anotherwho would never interest me in another situation, but infect my fantasies once they become my teacher.

There they stand in front of me, all doughy around the middle and in desperate need of a good stylist. They’re almost never anything much to look at, but I become utterly damp as I imagine them taking my flogger or sucking my strap-on.

This semester it was Mr. D, my communications professor. Mr. D is a lawsuit waiting to happen. He hits on half the female student population and small fraction of the male students as well. It was almost too easy to get him into drag, and easier still to get pictures of him all dressed up.

One of my other classes gave me the perfect set-up to rope him in. I took a procedural law class this term and part of our grade was on how well we did in a mock-trial. I was the DA in the trial and among other things, responsible for collecting mock-evidence and mock-witnesses for our mock-trial. It’s kind of fun to do so students and teachers from other classes are always eager to help out if they have the time. It was under this premise I innocently asked Mr. D to be my victim.

I told him I needed images of a corpse for my trial and asked him to be the body. He not only agreed, he arranged time in one of the Health Sciences rooms so I could take pretend post-mortem pictures in a hospital setting.

According to the background story my law professor gave us, the victim was a transvestite who’d been tied, beaten, and raped by a group of thugs who’d photographed their deeds. (Ok, I admit, my Law Proff only said they’d tied and beaten him, the rape and pictures were me pushing the scenario where I wanted it to go.)

We began after the last class of the day. I brought clothes and make-up to his office for him to wear. I put on his make-up, leaning in closely to apply the color. I knew the soft brushes on his skin and the scented warmth of my body would drive the old pervert mad. I made him close his eyes for a long moment, my brush hovering over his lid, as I watched his pulse beat hard in his neck. When at last I let him open his eyes, I glanced plainly down at his visible reaction and enjoyed how he blushed.

Once I had him dressed in something slutty and ultra-femme, I took him to the stairwell at the end of the empty corridor and tied his wrists to the metal handrail. I don’t think he was prepared to have me rip his blouse open and he actually gasped when I exposed the silky little bra I’d given him to wear.

I took the first picture.

***Stick around, kiddies. The story gets better, but it’s summer outside and I want to enjoy it. Check back soon for more of the nexy chapter.

Shayna

Ok I admit I love the new adult toy Flesh Light, and yes I am a women. I love the flesh light because it just ads a bit of kink to the bedroom. I just bought the lady one for my boyfriend and he really likes it, says it almost feels as good as me! I like the ice color because its clear and I can watch his cock glide in and out. He will sit there and twitch while I rub my pussy really softly want watch. He screams and moans for now he can focus all his energy on cumming rather than pumping me and it is such a turn on to watch. I know he gets shy afterwards with his heavily load of cum in the flesh light but that is fine cause I just eat it right out as he gets me off by eatting me out. Lately he has wanted to use toys on me. Specifically dildos and vibrators that really pulsate on my clit so that the neighbors often complain. Yes Ms Robinson OI how I loathe her, then again she hates me cause I am unwed and getting more than she ever did in her married life. The old hag!

Eric is totally fond of trying out new sexual fantasies with me and I really like that. In fact he encourages me to fantasize about other men and women and tell him about it. He is the real reason I got into phone sex truly. He loves for me to express my self and get satisfied be it on the phone or in person or by my self. He thought the idea of talking to you hot guys would be very sexy and would give me plenty of ideas for what to do in the bedroom with him. Kinda like Nancy Friday but not really. Speaking of Nancy Friday, I finally got to live my foursome fantasy that I have been masturbating to since I read that damn book My Secret Garden. If you want to hear about it give me a call guys! Ill be on later tonight about 11 pm central!

Lovely Lali