You Say You Belong to Another

I just have to laugh to myself when a caller tells me “I have a Domme that owns me.”  I smile with a mouth full of mischief and that makes my eyes sparkle.  Clearly this uninformed, disloyal, pathetic piece of a “man” can’t be a proper slave even when he tries.  Perhaps you FEEL you are in the hands of a ruthless Domme and don’t get enough attention.  And that is where the mistake happened….you felt.

The word itself gives the impression someone else controls you, guides you, denies you and makes you question your worth.  It isn’t my concern if you are owned by someone else.  My concern is having my fun.  You clearly are not loyal and can be manipulated.  Calling me from the office, almost out of breath before we even begin.  Sheepishly telling me you are so horny.  I just laugh.  Awww is that little flap of skin being a nuisance?  I care that you are horny?  Well yea I do care a little….it makes the game fun.

Panties under those pants?? Really?!?  I am sure you have already stained them with your pecker snot.  Already sticking your hand into the lacy elastic edge, I can only imagine that is the only pair of panties you been in lately.   You never wait for instruction, you assume you know best.  Tsk tsk – again, you couldn’t be a proper slave.

Oh your pussy Ryan, please, please can I kiss your beautiful pussy?!?!?  I giggle and arch my eyebrow.  I don’t let wallowing maggots kiss my pretty pussy.  Well, maybe to clean up all my messes….sexual and sanitary.  It just drives me wild knowing you will pathetically limp back to your Mistress with my stink on your breath.  lol

I will do anything!  ANYTHING!!!  Oh how that couple inches of flesh controls you.  Hard cock in hand, panties around your balls, slobbering, begging, offering yourself to be called names.  Sweet voice taunting turning to bitch demanding.  Turn around, grab your ass, spread it open…I spit.  On your knees!  As you start to bend the wood floor is scattered  with rice, dry beans, tiny rocks and my favorite – rhinestones.  Girly bitches in panties need a little bling!  Knees! now!

Anything, anything….doesn’t seem so fun that anything.  Dick still hard, dripping perhaps.  No longer in your hand cause you are trying to crawl.  That’s right, you are crawling after my delicious ass.  Walking in my high heels down the length of the room.  Here puppy, puppy, puppy.  Mindless like a zombie you can only see ME.  You see me and my long pink strap on.

My question – will I grow bored with you and leave you with your aching cock.  Or will you crawl to me and let me fuck all your holes ….. I hope your knees are covered in bling when I demand you pull them over your head.