I agree, there will be a "circus dangerous" if they let Zimm' free, and a lot of unhappy campers if they don't. I am hoping that they do let Zimm' off. I don't think Zimm' did any thing illegal, and that the kid had it comming, the minute he sucker punched Zimm' and then got all MMA on his ass. Scaredy cats, don't call their girl friends, they dial 911 when they think there is trouble brewing. Traevon wasn’t concerned about his personal safety. He had a chip on his shoulder, and he was about to abuse it.

While Zimm’ could have walked, he thought he was correctly doing his job for the block watch. The prosecution never seemed to think that Travon could have also walked, or had the responsibility to do so. But, he didn't. And so, there was a tragedy. Traevon was never hit or accosted, so there was no “stand your ground” rule in effect for him.

I have seen teen blacks do the same crap in the neighborhood where I grew up. They would cop an attitude on a white dude, and then fire a sucker punch. One, fired on my Dad, knocking his glasses about 20 feet, because he had asked him to “stop throwing rocks.” Dad pulled up quick into a martial arts stance, and skillfully blocked the next blow. The kid about crapped his pants, right there. One, my Dad didn't go down with the sucker punch, as he had expected. And two, my Dad very quickly demonstrated some fighting skills. My Dad never hit him, but the kid very definitely got the message, dropped his guard, and stopped all his Sugar Ray style fancy foot work dance antics, and then ran for it. The chicken-shit, he just didn't seem to want to play with my Dad, no more!

PFT!!!

Why is it, that when a black kid goes berserk on a white guy in authority, the white guy is assumed to be in the wrong? Why is it that the black kids are never instructed in the finer arts of good behavior? Like for example, when a cop, or a person in authority,  says “halt, what are you up to?” The white kids just seem to know that you  freeze, hold out your empty hands, you smile and put on your “I’m a friendly person “ look, and just fucking be polite! But these black kids, always, have a fucking chip on their shoulder, and an attitude that says “fuck you asshole”, and they carry on like there has never ever been any one in authority in their lives, and so they never ever have to behave in a polite way.  

I don’t know, but isn’t it, like, really, really, dumb to attack some one who happens to be carrying a weapon on them? Like maybe, they just might be a cop, or security, something? I’m just putting that out there, for you all to think about…

So innocent little, 6 ‘, Travon, who really didn’t have an attitude problem, or a chip on his shoulder, or a total lack of respect for anyone “not black”, really needed to sucker punch some one for asking him, “what cha doing buddy? Are you supposed to be running around here alone, after dark, looking all hoodlum like?” “Nah, ya crazy assed cracker”, so you gonna die tonight!”

YA, he was all just all “sweetness and light,” hop skipping, merrily, along…

YA, my ass! And, the big bad wolf in granny’s nightie didn’t have teeth! And so, “little black riding hoodlum”, got his stupid ass shot, off.  Good thing, it wasn’t a Muslim terrorist out there that night, as he might have used the woodsman’s axe to hack little Travon’s stupid fucking head off!

Ok, so not all fairy tails end on a happy note. Did we learn any thing here tonight? Like 1. Be polite when you are confronted by some one that thinks they are in authority. 2. Smile and tell them you “are headed for your dad’s place,” and that you “would be happy to have some company in this strange neighbor hood.” 3. And if things get really spooky,  ya call 911, and not your stupid punk assed skanky girlfriend to let her know you plan to smoke some honky for interrupting your buzz.

“May god bless, and good night!” Red Skelton (another one of them old white guys, with some pretty good ideas...)

PFT!!!

Additional comments:
Ant',

I think I lost track of the conversation, I'm not sure about that second paragraph. "Your kink is your kink," so it doesn't matter if it is mine. But, you will be happier with some one that does enjoy your kink..

The meanings of the words, are not as they were yesterday, or further in the past. In any case, "to be offended" is a choice! That choice may be the result of your upbringing, or your education, your religion, or (who knows what else?). But, it is a choice, none the less. I think we can agree that we should be offended by a few things. For example, not many are happy about a murder, or a rape (unless it was a played out fantasy), or a kid getting doodled by an adult. But, to find "offence" in a word? Really!?! "Sticks and stones break the bones, but before a word can hurt you, you have to agree that it can do so...Other wise, those words…”are as so much fart gas in the wind…” (Cheech in one of his movies, one I loved by the way…lol)

You say our world has been dominated by "white heterosexual males". How many significant contributions can you find during that time, by other races? Damned few! My argument would be, that they were the ones who happened to be thinking up all the good games, and making all the good stuff, and coming up with all the neat ideas, and that that got this world doing some thing that "everyone" could participate in. Let not forget that the constitution was written by a bunch of “heterosexual white guys”... It was also that same group that gave the vote to women. Think about that…And, our Constitution is a much copied and sought after document , by many races. Why else, would all the multi-culties be "coming toAmerica"? It is because, this is where it is happening, and where they are allowed to be recognized for their contributions to society, rather than their skin color.

Now, when I use the word "nig'gah", I am referring to a black welfare recipient, who has no intention of participating in any thing but more hand outs, and lots of criminal activity, very little education, drug abuse, and a whole lot of "race bating", argument behaviors that give us huge ideas like "reparations" where all Americans should pay, for what a few did. And, there were a whole lot of other nation’s participation, including Afro’can’ts. The latter, of course caught and sold the slaves into theEast Indiacompany (a British company, that happened to be white owned, but also had multi-culti share holders). People that happen to be black, that went to school, who made something of them selves, became doctors and lawyers, etc…I just call them “people”, fellow Americans…Are there whites that behave in similar ways? You bet your ass, there are! But, this just isn’t getting the same air time.

Or, we can look at “intolerant Muslims” (We are not going to be allowed an offensive word for them! But "sand Nig'gah's”,  does come to mind! lol) keeping most of the world in arms and their nerves on edge. But, it is an easy and very unintelligent argument to say that the Bush’s were just after the Iraqi’s’s oil… How about, they (those Muslims, who we aren’t allowed to fix an “offensive” name to) were needlessly killing and threatening the peoples of the world, and so they needed to be dealt with. Ya, I know, that is just another one of those “white guy” ideas…Well, how do you know, that some of the Bush’s aren’t gay? Skull and Bones gets involved in some pretty kinky shit! Next kinky shit on the books, when, or if, some dumb assed white guy ever gets back into the “oval orifice”, "Iranis needing an enema!"

Controlling the language isn’t a new idea; it helps dumb down the masses. If you don’t have words for things, you can’t discuss them intelligently. I think it was a Hawaiian that published the last intelligent thoughts on that subject…And so, we are not allowed that discussion, about the “nig’gah’s”, because it might “offend” some one! Well, offend away! The constitution protects free speech, but it doesn’t assign the right to be offended. The founders knew that was a bogus route…

“Invisible back packs” that white people carry! lol It had to be a very ignorant person to come up with that idea! I’ll bet she votes in favor of Reparations! How about, many more white people did the hard work to get the big bucks (toted an invisible load in that back pack)? And, very few blacks have figured out, it ain’t gonna just be handed to them? I see blacks come in from other nations, who do not have this mentality of entitlement, that many black born Americans have. These immigrants do not seem to have any problems with working their way up the ladder. And, I am not saying that there is never discrimination. Have you ever watched a white man try to get a job in some African nations? It doesn’t happen! Or, inChina? Or, inJapan? lol My friend, it is tough all around, where ever you go, be you of whatever color, sex, or creed, there is always going to be preferential treatment, and wrong sides of the tracks…and genetics has little to do with it! It is also not a predominantly “white” or “male” trait! But, they did seem to get that law passed, against that sort of discrimination. “Hum….” As old Arsinio Hall would say…

In any case, I am glad you enjoyed the story (Dark Pixy). That is what it was put up there for.

Don’t worry about the use of words. Worry about the use of “force”.

PFT!!!

The Blonde in Apt. 88

You asked, “Do we ever get into trouble, doing what we do?” You bet! I had to bail out First Girl the other day. Some times after care is important, especially when the play has been intense.  I don’t know what got into her, but she looked pretty wicked that day

In a jail, not far up the road…

“Damn, you look like shit!” First girl looked at the floor. She was not in the mood for teasing. But, you just didn’t get ME (Princess) out of bed at 6 am, to pick you up from jail, in some hole in the wall desert town, just outside of Las Vegas.  A few tears fell. Which didn’t make much difference; her eye makeup was wasted and smeared, long ago.  I watched her through the bars of the small private cell for a few minutes, before I continued, “They gave me these nasty looking fangs, and said they took them from you. What are they? Custom made vampire’s?”  First Girl sniffed loudly, and nodded sadly, still refusing to make eye contact with me, she knew she had become an embarrassment. 

I reached through the bars, and gently pulled First Girl towards me. “Come here, it is ok…”  First Girl began to ball loudly, and the flood gates were definitely opened. I held her as close as I could, given the situation, gently arranging First Girl’s hair , so that she did not look so disheveled. 

First girl held the bars high, and lowered her face into my bosom. I waited until the sobbing began to reside, before continuing.  “They are processing your paperwork now, so we should have you out of here in a few minutes.”  First Girl sniffed long and hard, and then glanced, briefly, up at me. “Ok” she replied meekly.  “Care to talk about it?” I asked. The reply was more sobs and tears.

“Ok, shhh, shhh, shhhh, honey…I’m right here…” I consoled.  I gently caressed First Girl’s hair with my fingers, slowly slipping them up her skull, until I had a good hand full of hair to grasp. I slowly tightened my fingers. As I did, First Girl realized she was better focused. So, she began her long and sad tale.  “They were a part of my costume, I wear them to Goth Dungeon, and it is the fad there on Thursdays… “

First Girl was always excited about going to a little known Goth Dungeon out on the skirts of Las Vegas.  Knowledge of this place was, ”by invitation only.” And, even then, one was expected to wait in line, until called. The music there was always so emotional, yet danceable, which was part of the attraction for First Girl. But, I’ll let First Girl tell her story…

The guys looked so hot in their outfits! And, the women!  I swooned, thinking about it, while waiting in line to get my chance to enter this busy establishment.  I knew that if my costume was right, they might even take me out of the line for early entry.  A tall managerial type in a well-tailored black pin stripped suit opened the side door where one of the bouncers was standing, and shouted “3”, over the loud music now fetching every one’s attention. 

“God, the bouncer was cute!” I thought, noticing that she looked just like Kate Beckinsale’s character in Underworld, Selene.  (I still get wet, thinking about her!) The bouncer turned, looked directly at me, and hissed as she nodded her head forward, with her eyes evilly looking up towards her third eye while still looking at me. “You! Come here!” She seductively commanded. I struggled to contain my squeal of delight, and to look composed, as if nothing special had just happened. I watched breathless, as the bouncer’s well-manicured and black nailed hand, grasped the velvet rope in front of her, and unfastened it. Her other hand opened the large arched oak and wrought iron door. I quickly pulled my invitation, an engraved gold plated metal card, from a metallic blue envelope.  The bouncer focused in on it, but never touched it. She whispered just loud enough for me to hear, “Excellent! You are one of US!” I did, in fact, own stock in the corporation that operated this dungeon/club. As I gracefully closed and lifted my long flowing cape and glided by the bouncer, I watched in awe as the girl turned her head up towards the moon, slightly yawning, showing her custom fangs, before licking her lips in a way that had my juices flowing!

Once inside, I could see that all of the staff, except for a few of the management, were outfitted with authentic looking period costumes, but with a few modern twists.   Much of the light in the place came from the led panel arrays that made up the central bar from floor to polished oak counter tops.  Flames, candles, and open pit fires made up the animated scenery on the panels. Above, several faux antique chandeliers of leaded glass and actual bee’s wax candles provided part of the ambiance.  They were up high enough that the occasional drip would be cooled by the time it landed on any one.

The floors were made of dark rock tiles, in multiple levels, none more than a single step above another. The effect created several intimate spaces where faux antique French period furniture was placed in small groups.  Several stone pillars supported arches and the high black slate vaulted ceilings.  In groups of three, around the pillars were large fire pots. In which, silk flames slowly danced in the changing colored lights that were hidden within them.   The walls were done in large broken faced concrete blocks, thick enough to give the place the mass it needed to keep it cool in the desert heat or warm in the cold nights and winters.  The exposed rough surfaces and aggregate gave the place its unique look.

The DJ’s pit was at the highest level, with more led panel arrays making up the walls of his booth. A few smaller panels made up his counter top, gave an eerie flicker, and produced a haunted look about him while he worked the control console.  

Jutting out above the main polished oak dance floor, centered in the back of the building, were wrought iron cages, which held youthful dancers, a single girl in each, each, wearing little more than tattered rags that were torn and tight  in all the right places, writhing to the music in their unique ways while holding the bars of their cages. On either side of the dance floor are large fireplaces, wide enough and deep enough to place a large family dining table in.  Heavy metal grills on the bottoms were large enough to support huge timbers for a fire. On either side were hinged iron supports holding large cast iron pots, which could be swung into the fire place for cooking.  On either side of each fire place, were also winged red granite daemons holding up the huge roughhewn white and red marble slabs which made up the mantles.  Large iron ship’s wheel’s handles, jutted from the outsides of the fireplaces, devices which were used to move the huge flues.  The chimneys were done in stones which matched the supporting pillars.

I checked my dark red velvet hooded riding cape with the staff at the coat check closet near the main double door entry. I slid the ticket in my off the shoulder puff top, tucking it low into my strapless push up bra. The white of my top contrasted with my dark red and black laced corset. My hourglass figure gave way to a dark red velvet skirt, with many draping folds, stopping short at the knees , but traveling a bit further behind, thus enhancing my black lace bow bustle.  My black side buttoned high top, high heeled dance shoes gave a nice curve to my calves, seductively hidden beneath the black tight weave fishnet stockings. 

Many hungry eyes followed me as I sauntered to the bar for a drink. It was the usual, for a time, with my turning down many strangers’ requests for company, or offers to purchase a drink.  Occasionally, someone I knew from the local dance community would stop by to say “hi”, share a hug or a caress, and sometimes ask for a dance. I always took those offers and requests, which kept me often on the dance floor, showing off my skills, and keeping many eyes cast there.

Taking a rest, and sipping my beverage, I noticed a young dancer, who I had seen there a few times before, but had not yet been introduced to. The girl’s knee high riding boots glistened below her tan riding pants. Her wide, peaked, belt matched her boots and accented her hips, nicely!  Her short black velvet waist coat was accented in gold buttons, piping, and trim, and opened on top to white lace ruffles. The sleeves ended in her blouse’s  laced cuffs. Her wavy blonde hair was pulled back in a very tight bun.  Her makeup was modest, yet impeccable.  She made eye contact with me and slowly smiled.  My heart began to beat faster, as I watched this girl!  I reached out my hand dramatically, opened it palm out towards the girl, slowly curled in each finger beginning with the little finger, until only my index remained pointing,  and I slowly beckoned the girl towards me, as I pulled my hand back to my breast.  The girl smiled softly again, and moved forward as if pulled by some unseen force attached her midriff, her eyes now shyly looking down.

When the Blonde arrived at the bar, I already had a small vile of a dark red liquor waiting, which I offered to the girl, by only touching it to her lips. The Blonde took a cautious sip, tasting, licked her lips and smiled again, looking longingly into my eyes. She took the vile carefully between both hands creating a prayer position, and then finished off most of the contents in a single pour to her lips. She kneeled low on one leg, and offered up the vile, above her head, while she bowed, before me. I took her hands gently in mine, savoring this precious moment, and directed the vile to my lips before I finished the contents.  “Shall we dance?” The girl asked, once she had returned to standing. I nodded my consent and followed the Blonde to the dance floor.

The Blonde offered her hand, taking a leader’s position for the tango that was now playing, the El Tango de Roxanne. She sent me out on a fast spin, stopped me expertly, rapped the floor loudly with her heel, and pulled me back in to her breast. All the while, I was spinning, with gusto. I landed in her frame, ready to go, eyeing her wantonly, enjoying the same gaze being returned by her. We held this pose for a stretched beat, and then began our tango walks about the floor, occasionally going to promenade, deftly executing a double corte’, and then some tango rocks. As we looked into each other’s eyes, I felt as if we had known each other for a very, very, long time…Then she placed me out to a fan, and pulled us back together in a tango close.

All the while we had our eyes on each other, holding the beat, and then quickly executing quick head turns and more spins out and in.  The Blonde pulled me into slow fans in outside partner. While she walked me through them, I finally asked her, “Would you like to be Embraced?”  She inhaled an excited breath, and then expertly walked me back into frame, for another argentine walk about the dance floor.  “It can take place tonight…” I added. The Blonde’s eyes dropped momentarily, a small tear formed, and she blinked it away.  Finding the beat once again, she started a walk.

Many jealous eyes watched on as our dance figures became more elaborate, and their intensity increased.  On the last few beats, the Blonde pulled me into a corte’, one final time. I let my leg dramatically crawl up the Blonde’s leg. Several women nearby sighed, and caught their breaths, watching this finale. 

Clapping broke out throughout the room. We both shyly relaxed, and withdrew from our dance positions, becoming suddenly aware that there was more to our immediate universe then just our two bodies.  We both gave shy smiles to our audience, I performed a shallow curtsy, the Blonde a slight tilt forward of her head.  Then we walked slowly, but with purpose, off the dance floor.

Back at the bar and sipping her coffee, the Blonde surreptitiously handed me a business card. I looked, scribbled on the back, was her home address and directions.  “I’m a bit weary” she explained, “It has been a long and difficult day at work…” I first kissed, and then pressed, my index finger to the Blonde’s lips. She need not explain the details. The Blonde gave me a slow spreading smile, blinked back another tear, and turned to leave. I watched her sadly, as the she left.  I felt as though my lover had just told me she had to leave, and might not be back for a long while. I nursed my drink for a few more minutes before making up my mind, and then heading to the coat check.  Outside, the valet already had Princess’ 370 Z warmed up and waiting for me.

What is this on your chin?” I asked First Girl. The smile that had developed while she was telling her tale, faded, her eyes cast to the floor once again. “Is that what I think it is?” She nodded timidly. “We have talked about his before…We do not engage in body fluid exchanges, unless we have a medical clearance!” I wet a tissue with saliva and used that to dab her chin clean. “We can discuss this more, later. Now what happened to my car? They said it was not impounded. What did you do with my Z?” First Girl sniffed back some more tears and continued…

It was about a 20 minute ride outside of Vegas. The apartment building was easy enough to find. But, I did not like the look of the place, the parking lot was not well maintained, too many cracks and pot holes. But, the front of the building was trim and neat. So, I took the 370 Z down a few blocks to the small hotel/casino there, where there was an all-night security patrol cruising the lot. I parked the car and went in for a few minutes to use the lady’s room. I had toys I wanted to secret under my dress, and I really need to pee!

From there I walked to the apartments, the “something Arms”. I had no problem getting inside; I pressed a few buttons at the door, until someone buzzed me in. I did not want the Blonde to know I was coming, not just yet. The apartments had a few floors. Looking at the emergency escape map I soon discovered that “88” was on the second floor. I went to the elevator, and pressed, but nothing seemed to be working.

While I was figuring that out, an old woman popped out from her apartment and shouted at me. She nearly scared the crap out of me! “The elevatah doesn’t woik!” She barked out in her “Noo Yawk” accent. “Ya dumb tramp!  Don’t ya know it isn’t Halloween?” “Yes!” I said, muttering under my breath, “You obnoxious old bitch!”  “What did you just call me, you whor’ah?”  She asked. I ignored that last comment and walked past her to the stair well at the end of the hall. Still shouting at me, she continued, “Guests are not allowed here, unescor’ted, after hours! I’m gonna call the po’lice on ya!” “Ya, you do that!” I continued to mutter, as I flipped her off over my head.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk! My First Girl, did you toss out all the rules last night?” I asked, looking at her sternly. “What about a safe call? We have discussed that many times, now haven’t we?” She let out a breath that deflated her, and made her look small. Still looking at the ground, she replied, “yes ma’am…” “I’m very tempted to leave you here a little longer. We have rules, to keep us safe, and so that we can play safely. I’m disappointed in how you handled yourself tonight.” More tears flowed, and she sobbed softly to herself.  I could see that she was ashamed, and ready to make amends. But, she was not in any condition to continue her story.

Here is what the Blonde in apartment 88 had to say about that night…

I was exhausted. It was an excruciating, long, and frustrating day at work. My boss was a real jerk, and the clients just could not seem to be satisfied with any thing I did for them. I was glad to get a few minutes in at the club, before I headed home.

I loved my little encounter with the Brunette at the club. God she was hot!  I wanted to have sex with her right there on the dance floor. I was hoping she would call me soon. Or, that she would make some arrangements to meet up again another day.

I don’t know what was with me. I didn’t get the front door closed all the way. I went straight for the bottle of Moet I had chilling in the fridge.  And, I took a few minutes, enjoying the glass I had poured for myself.  I carelessly tossed off bits of my clothing as I made my way through the bed room and to the shower. I could pick them up in the morning, when I was rested, and could care.

Naked in front of the bath room mirror, I finished off the last few sips, and set my glass on the vanity, before I made my way into the hot water, already warming the shower. “The hotter, the better” I thought, I wanted it to melt the stresses of the day off of me! I let the hot rain streak over me as I rested into it and leaned against the shower wall. With my head under the water, I didn’t hear First Girl enter my apartment.

I began with my shampoo. The whole time I was washing my hair, I fantasized about the girl in the club. I wanted her to come to me, and fuck me, and Embrace me-make me like her, one of the VIP club members. I caressed myself as I indulged in my fantasy. Thoughts of her made me so damned horney!

Just as I started to slide my fingers into my…The shower door suddenly opened! I screamed, and tried to cover myself, I nearly pissed myself before I realized that it was her, standing there, naked! “Oh my god!” I thought, “what a hot little body she had!” She smiled at me while I realized who it was, unable to imagine how she had arrived there. I almost had an orgasm at that moment! I was so embarrassed! But she only stood there for a few moments, caressing herself, and teasing me. Her beautiful nipples became erect in an instant. And, her dildo was ready for me.

Once she saw that I was looking at that, she jumped into the shower and pounced on me. My back hit the shower wall as she embraced me and then kissed me deeply, more deeply than I had ever been kissed before. I could feel her hot rubber cock grinding into my soapy wet clit. In the heat of her passion, she lifted me quickly, and then let me down ever so agonizingly slowly on her hard cock. Once I had reached the bottom she began thrusting wildly. I struggled in her arms, but I could go nowhere but further into the passions she was flooding me with.

I continued to squirm, as she fucked me. Her left hand found my hair and pulled. Her right arm enveloped me and held me still on her cock. She held me like that for what seemed forever. I wanted to cum so badly! My eyes begged for that. But she continued to hold me still.  Finally she eased her cock slowly out. All the while I slowly mouthed, “No, not yet”, but I could not produce a sound.

Then she rammed it up into me, hard, and began fucking me passionately, once again. All the while, she kissed me hard, her tongue imitating the action of her dick, in my mouth, forcing her way between my lips and my teeth, and wrapping around my tongue, much as her arms had done with my body…

I didn’t understand why, I usually did not go in for all this roughness. But, some part of my brain recognized the necessity of this, how right it was, and should be! And, I began to meet her thrusts with an equal passion and vigor, with both my tongue and my hips.  Soon, my body was tensing with each of her thrusts. My toes began to tingle and curl. Had my feet been supporting my weight, I would have fallen to the floor of the shower.  My pleasure began to build in gentle waves, each lapping over me in rhythm with her strong slow thrusts. I began to moan, as I had never done before during sex.  Just when I thought I could stand it no more, she pulled down hard on my hair. All I could see was the ceiling! I felt her lips on my neck and throat, and her teeth gently nipping at me. The intensity was so strong that my legs began shaking. And, I began to cry out…And, suddenly, she bit me, hard!  I could feel her sharp vampire teeth breaking my skin. I screamed out my intense orgasm! My hips rocked hard into her lovely dildo. And, she kept slamming it into me, extending my orgasm, lifting me up, and over the top, again, and again…

Just when I thought I would faint, with all the blood rushing to my hot aching pussy, she let out a blood curdling scream, and her legs shook violently, I could feel this as she held me off the floor. She panted hard, and continued to shake, groaning between each labored breath.

Then she silently held me, in her strong feminine arms. While we gently kissed, and hugged one another, and melted into each other, as we slowly slid to the floor of the shower. There at the bottom, I struggled to catch my breath. I saw a stream of blood washing slowly down my body. “Who are you?” I asked, as I tried  to catch my breath.  But, she only smiled, and giggled softly, while, my eyes slowly closed.

I do not know how long I rested there. I was stunned, by the suddenness and the intensity of it all. I did not notice that she had left me, until I opened my eyes, as though in a dream, lost and sad with her absence…

I had to go find a cool place, to be with alone my thoughts, after hearing the Blonde’s side story!  But, where was I? Oh…

First Girl blushed, when I asked, “Well? What happened?” I let her have her moment; she looked like she would enjoy that one, many times yet to come…. “Oh, the car! We will have to go pick it up! It is safe, not far from here.”

I made sure her door locked, when I left. As I was walking out of the building, and looking a bit dazed and confused, and still trying to put myself back together, that old bitch was shouting, “That’s her! That’s her!” And, I was arrested! I tried to explain. But, there were parts of the story I just had to leave out. The police officer decided that I was either a vagrant, or a prostitute. I had left my purse and ID in the car. And so, that is how I end up here.

We both went quite as the Jailor opened her cage. The Jailor explained as he walked us out, “Ma’am, we were able to confirm her story. Once we were able to contact the woman in 88, she told us that MS First Girl was invited to be there. They will return your bail check at the front desk on your way out.”

“At least, I will not have to dock your pay for that!” I teased. She punched me on the arm and pouted. “Oh, MS First Girl,” The Jailor interrupted, “she would like you to call her, and let you know that you have been released.”

“Come on, let’s get my car, and go home! Brat!!!” I told her.

She stuck her tongue out at me…

PFT!!!

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*These days, under the tyranny of political correctness, some people are denied their base kinks, in the use of simple words to experience humiliation. The infamous “N” word is no longer permitted in social circles. (It is censored here in CM, so please forgive my incorrect, yet phonetic spelling of it!)  I looked it up once, and did a little research. The black race is called Nigroid, the yellow, Mongoloid, and the white, Caucasoid. Early in America’s history, the Spanish came up with a word for their plantation slaves, those that were sold to them by the British and the Dutch.  “Nigrito” translated to something like “blackie” or “little black boy.” The Southerners picked up the word and Americanized to “Nig’gah”.  Today, the “Nig’ahs” call each other that all day long, then crap their pants when a white person happens to use the word. There are words used by blacks that are just as offensive. But, no one casts them for a vote on the PC lists. When I first came to FL, as a young girl, I witnessed the neighbor, an uneducated black on welfare, call my dad a “cracker”. We had never heard that term used before.  (We came from Arizona, most of my family didn’t arrive here from Sweden , or England, until 1904. So, we have never been involved with either, slavery , or the abuse done to blacks by the southerners.) And, so we looked it up in the dictionary, American Heritage. It seems that the Georgians, looking to pick up a few extra dollars, would invade Florida and hunt down stray cattle and runaway blacks. They used a signal whip to encourage the cattle to move. And, eventually, the southern blacks came to calling any enterprising white a “cracker”. Well the ignorant neighbor” bastard,” (yes, I used the word correctly) welfare toady, who soon found himself a nice home in a jail, got it wrong. According to the American Heritage Dictionary, my dad was not a “Cracker”, since he was neither poor, nor from Georgia.  Well the moral of that story, is it goes both ways!  Anyhow, I was left to calling the FL locals “ ’grows” since I wasn not allowed to enjoy the correct usage of that “N” word. And, I felt that they really needed to “grow up!” Having said all that, the story that follows, uses the words for the purposes of humiliations, a requested fantasy, of a black woman….We shall see how long they leave this one up! Have fun reading. I did, writing! lol*

aditional comments:

The meanings of the words, are not as they were yesterday, or further in the past. In any case, "to be offended" is a choice! That choice may be the result of your upbringing, or your education, your religion, or (who knows what else?). But, it is a choice, none the less. I think we can agree that we should be offended by a few things. For example, not many are happy about a murder, or a rape (unless it was a played out and agreed upon fantasy), or a kid getting doodled by an adult. But, to find "offence" in a word? Really!?! "Sticks and stones break the bones, but before a word can hurt you, you have to agree that it can do so...Other wise, those words…”are as so much fart gas in the wind…” (Cheech in one of his movies, one I loved by the way…lol)

Dark Pixy

 “Sometimes, breaking in the raw meat, can be a bit of a chore.”  First Girl complained, while she was helping the old fart with the flower beds. “Ya?, Why is that ?” He asked, while he pulled up another particularly stubborn weed.  “Well,”  she started, still poking her hand shovel into the bed in front of her, making room for the fresh flowers waiting near her.  “There was this time, out in the stables, a little lesson in humiliation, and humility…”

At a dungeon, not far away…

Dark Pixy was brought to the stables by First Girl. She struggled trying to get First Girl to release her grip on her arm, even though her hands were bound behind her.  She was a cute slim, little black thing, full of piss and attitude, and with a mouth on her that would not quit. “Bitch, you had better take your white hands off me!” First Girl just grinned and shoved her further into the stables. “Princess is just going to love, your little black ass!” She teased. Then she swept Dark Pixy’s foot, gave a little shoulder shove, and watched her land face first into a fresh road apple.  “You are definitely going to need to learn some manners here, if you expect to make it in this white girl’s world!” First Girl instructed, while she watched Dark Pixy wince and spit, trying to free herself from the taste and stuff that had made its way into her dark brown eyes.  I am so going to kick your lily white ass, bitch!” Dark Pixy spat vehemently. First Girl shook her head, smiled and pressed her foot onto Dark Pixy’s head, and slowly pressed her face , right back into the road apple.  “Arrrrggg, thooo, puth! God Dammit!” Dark Pixy complained, “You fucking cracker bitch!” “My! My! But, you are a slow learner!” First Girl continued to tease, kneeling, and prepping the ball gag, just out of sight, waiting for the right moment. 

Toe Jam, a former jockey of Princess’ , who was injured falling off one of her ponies, and taken off the riders list due to the Doctor’s recommendations,  watched the play from his little washing stall nearby. He greedily eyed the dirty white Ked’s sneakers on Dark Pixy’s feet, with his light brown eyes. “Oh they must stink, real good! “  He thought. His eyes wandered to First Girl’s white Pumas. He pushed a lock of his golden brown hair up and out of his eyes. There was not much soiling them, he observed. There was only a little dust and a few bits of hay. But, he knew, First Girl, had just finished her morning run , so they would smell terrific! 

Pixy spat, and started her tirade of filthy language, once again. “Muther  fucking, Murff mimmmmpuffff!” Was all she managed to get out.  First Girl watched Pixy struggle with her bonds and the ball gag. “I think we have a marked improvement, already!”

Watching just above, Princess smiled and chuckled, “Are you teasing the help again, First Girl?”  First Girl, was startled. Princess had a way of sneaking up on her when she was having fun, that almost creepped her out. But, Princess always seemed to know when she was struggling with something, and might need some help. 

Toe Jam got hard watching Princess walking in. She always had a bit of a sway in her walk, which did the job.  He sniffed, pouted, and frowned. “There is never any dirt on her tall black patent leather buckle ups!” he observed, mesmerized by the shiny material, which flashed and reflected everything around her as she walked. He imagined fondling each and every one of the dozens of gold buckles, and sniffing around her beautiful legs.  His tiny cock throbbed and ached, while he imagined, and wished for her to let him further explore his kink.  “And, even if there was, it is just a quick wipe and it’s all done! Damn!” He grumbled to himself.

Princess was dressed for play today! First Girl looked up from the boots, past her red riding tights, and noticed that Princess also had her red and black laced corset on, which set off her hour glass figure, marvelously!  Right above them, was Princess’ smile, peeking out over her ample bosom.  All First Girl could think about at that moment was Princess doing her with her dildo.  And, as she did, her pussy got wetter and wetter.  “Merff, Errr, Ummmma!” Pixy complained, breaking First Girl’s concentration on her fantasy. “Oh! Ahhh…What was I doing? Um…” First Girl struggled.  Princess leaned down and kissed her on the forehead, “Thinking about making love to me, I believe!” Princess teased. First Girl’s face grew red. “Yes Ma’am! That is what I was doing!” “Good!” Princess replied, and winked.

“Now, what is this mess we have here, doing on my stable floor?”  Princess asked, tapping Pixy on the head with a riding crop.  Pixy stared up, in amazement. “Oh my God! A Scandinavian Goddess!” She thought.  “Oh a little rat something I caught sniffing around the castle…” First Girl answered, “Probably a thief, most of these nig’ger girls that come around here are, you know!” Princess nodded in agreement, “Yes we have had a problem with that lately…” Princess passed her vinyl gloved hand along Pixy’s exposed waistline, down over her hard little ass, and along her bare, and well-muscled leg. Pixy shivered at her touch, and her loins betrayed her race. Boy, how she wanted the Princess!  “Seems a waste though, this looks to be a mighty fine piece of meat here…” “Yes, but she is going to take a lot of work, Princess.” Princess nodded and stood. “Do you think we should report her to the police for trespass?”  Pixy’s eyes widened in terror! That was last thing she needed, more complications with the police!

Toe Jam sighed, and went back to his task, cleaning the staff’s shoes. He shrugged, thinking, “well if she calls the cops on her, I certainly do not, get those dirty sneakers!”

“I don’t know, the little nig’ger bitch really has a mouth on her.” First Girl replied.  Princess used her crop to get Pixy to turn her head, thinking a little eye contact restriction might be of help here.  “She tapped the ball gag with the crop, “You seem to have that well under control, I think.” Princess noted. “Yes Ma’am.” First Girl answered and nodded.  “Let’s get her cleaned up, and get her to the cross. We can’t let her misdeeds go unpunished!”  Toe Jam, hearing that, became very alert, and awaited his commands. “TJ, we’ll need a bucket of fresh water…” “Yes Ma’am!” Toe Jam answered, and scooted off to fetch that. Pixy looked nervous and worried, as she wondered what that punishment might be, and wondered what the hell they needed a cross for.  “Must be a bunch of damned KKK,” she thought.

“Girl! You are not fit to even be laying here before the Princess’ feet, much less, being allowed to serve her! Are you going to keep a lid on that foul mouth of yours, if I remove this gag?  Small tears leaked from Pixy’s eyes. She hesitated, but nodded her consent. “”Good, but if I get even the slightest hint of any BS from you, you are done here, and your ride out is in the back of a police car!” Do you understand?” Pixy, tears flowing more readily, eagerly nodded her consent. 

Toe Jam dowsed Pixy with fresh cold water from the well. Pixy almost went into shock, it was so damned cold! She struggled for air and blinked as Toe Jam roughly buffed her face with a soft brush and soapy water. Pixy blinked and noticed that the two white women were standing and watching her with interest.  Suddenly, she was dowsed with the rest of the contents of the bucket. She started to shiver, and breathed hard.  TJ helped her up to her feet. 

Suddenly her pastel blue and white stripped midriff blouse was ripped from her body, the women pulling it in opposite directions.  “First Girl asked, “Where did your momma get this ridiculous thing from? Kmart?” Wishing she had listened to her mom about wearing a decent bra, Pixy began crying again. Her pert little breasts jiggled, her small hard nipples pointing slightly up and outward, her bosom exposed to the world, for all to see.

“TJ.” “Yes Ma’am?” You can take those ratty sneakers from the little nig’ger bitch. Do you think they can be cleaned up?” “Yes MA”AM!”  TJ eagerly answered, and went about his task removing them from Pixy.  Once he had them removed, he gently sniffed the inside of them, savoring the aromas of sweat, fear, something feminine, and maybe a slight whiff of athlete’s foot…Then, he  held them like a prize trophy, and nearly skipped along the way back to his stall. There he happily busied himself with the cleaning of them.

Pixy watched First Girl, nervously, as she guided her to another stall.  It was clean, which was a big relief! She could hear a horse nicker in a nearby stall. In the center of this stall there was a huge  “X”, made of wood, well sanded, finished in black, with chrome rings attached at various places. Princess watched on as First Girl attached the leather cuffs and anklets to Pixy.  Pixy was then pressed forward to the cross, her belly to it, and her legs were spread and then snapped with carabineers to the rings at the bottom legs of the ”X”.  Pixy felt the bindings suddenly fall as they were cut, and her arms were quickly snapped to the upper legs of the “X” one each by the white women, and snapped to rings there. The cross was slightly tilted, so that she almost lay into it. Pixy struggled a little, and realized she was not going anywhere for a while.

“I can see, that you have not yet been introduced to the pleasures of the St. Andrew’s Cross…” Princess began.  First girl standing in front of Pixy’s face on the other side of the cross, toyed with the tip of her dagger, where Pixy could see her, before teasing Pixy some more,”Oh you’re going to love this!” 

“TJ? Do you like to listen to screams?” Princess asked.  “TJ suddenly appeared near First girl with another 2 buckets, and wearing a strange utility belt with a few odds and ends attached..  “No ma’am,” he said, lowering his head, and shuffling his foot in the fresh straw bedding on the floor.

First Girl removed the ball gag, and handed it to TJ. Pixy worried that he was about to douse her again. It was hot in the stables, but that damned water was like ice! TJ then took a quart sized squeeze bottle with a blue elbow tip, and aimed it at Pixy’s mouth. Pixy was whimpering and crying, trying to push the remains of the road apple she got a bigger bite of than she had ever hoped, out from her mouth. “Open…” TJ instructed.  Pixy did, allowing TJ to give her a good squirt, and fill her mouth. “Rinse” Pixy did, making a wry face for the couple of minutes that she swished the water in her mouth. He lifted the bucket. “Spit”. Pixy aimed for the empty bucket, which now had the dirty ball gag in the bottom.  He aimed another, green topped, squeeze bottle, while she complied. This time it had the flavor of mint, and the bite of mouth wash. “Rinse….Spit” He repeated with the blue top. After she had spit, he gave her the tip on her lips. “Drink” While she did TJ also dabbed at her face with a cleaning cloth, and sponged her forehead with cool water.  Pixy gratefully sucked and swallowed all she could, and was disappointed when TJ suddenly pulled it away. “Thank you, TJ…” Princess said, “You may go back to your duties…” TJ kept his eyes low and nodded, greedily looking at Princess’ lovely boots and those golden buckles as he passed her, grinning from ear to ear.

“Lovely hair…” Princess noted, sarcastically, passing her fingers through it as she commented, “I really do not like that Jig’a’boo hair that most of these nig’ger girls have.  Pixy looked down, sniffled, and cried. “Me, neither!” First Girl added. “Maybe, the Things can do something with this pathetic little nig’ger  slave,  and make it more presentable.”  Thing one and Thing two tittered, and giggled, while they listened on, trying to look busy cleaning the other stalls.

Suddenly, Pixy felt her pastel yellow gym pants get cut and ripped from her ass.  She cried out, startled.  Then her panties were cut away from her. First Girl tossed them over the side of the stall. And, then she returned her fierce looking little dagger to her belt.

The Things collided, smacking their heads together, as they each dived for the panties that had hit the floor in their stall.  “Mine!” Thing one grumbled. “No! Mine!” Thing two complained. “Boys! No fighting! Share!” Princess commanded.  The pink cotton was stretched to its limits, as the two pulled and sniffed at it, between them.

“We use this device for punishment.” Princess explained. “You have been spanked before, haven’t you?” She asked. Pixy’s legs trembled, “No, No, noooo, nooooo…” She cried and complained softly, shaking her head.  Princess continued to walk about Pixy, caressing her, confusing her, and inspecting the new property.  “No tan lines…how dull and uninteresting!”  Pixy sniffed loudly.  First girl pulled open Pixy’s cheeks and inspected more closely, groping Pixy as she did. “Bingo! I think we have a virgin here!” Pixy started crying louder, and squirmed, feeling a warm wetness running down on the inside of her thighs. “Oh that will not do at all!” Princess complained, while she inserted a fresh ball gag.  Pixy began to panic, and struggled with her constraints.  “What is the matter!?! Have you never had your momma threaten to beat the black off of your ass?” First Girl Teased.  Dark Pixy shook her head “no” several times and fast.

“She will need a warm up,” First Girl observed, “but how will you tell when she is ready?  “I’ll show you, “Princess explained, as she began using the small suede flogger.  Pixy felt the stinging slaps on her back, first one side, then the other. “That is not so bad, “she thought, but every now and again, the sting made her wince. Princess continued, working her way down, and back up, a few times. Pixy felt like her entire back was over heating, and now the whole area Princess had struck was stinging mildly.

First Girl examined Pixy’s back, “I can see anything!”  Princess took First Girl’s hand and pressed it flat on Pixy’s ass, “Don’t look, feel…” She instructed. “Oh yes, I can feel that, it is very hot!” First Girl observed. “We can go to the paddle now…” Princess nodded, and First Girl began her work. She groped Pixy again, taking her time, before she started in with the paddle. This was an entirely new feeling for Pixy. She grunted and groaned each time the paddle thudded on her ass. Eventually, First Girl seemed to grow bored with that, and stopped.

The two women caressed her ass; it was so numb that she could barely feel them. “I think you have a new pain slut, Princess!” First Girl kidded. Pixy noticed that her thighs were soaked and sticky her pussy felt like it was so swollen, it would explode! First Girl groped her again. Her legs trembled and shook, and her toes tingled, and tried to curl. But First Girl stopped just before she could cum. “Let’s see, if that is true…” Princess replied.

The first shot of the long riding crop sent sparks flying through her brain. Princess had not hit her with the soft leather flap, but had used it as a cane. It hurt so bad, and yet at the same time, if felt so wonderful!  She could feel familiar spasms building in her loins. The second blow landed a few inches below the first. Pixy tried to cry out, but that was stifled by the gag.  Her legs were shaking more violently now. Then the third landed, right in the sweet spot, just below her cheeks and where her legs started. Pixy’s pussy lit up like fireworks! And, her hips moved in a violent fucking motion as her orgasm racked through her body. When it slowly stopped, she felt no pain at all, only wonderment, and a strange affection for the Princess.  She struggled to pull herself up, and take the weight off her arms. Her legs had given out on her, with that last blow.  Pixy breathed slowly, while she listened to the women laughing with delight.  “She is definitely a pain slut!” Princess cheerfully agreed. Pixy wondered how that could be?  This felt so much better than any of the times she had masturbated!

First Girl unfastened Pixy from the cross, removed her gag, led her over to Princess, and then tossed her to the ground in front of Princess’ feet . “You are unworthy to even be in this white Princess’ presence, much less kiss her feet, little nig’ger girl!’ With her hand in Pixy’s hair, First Girl directed her lips to Princess’ boots, then released.  “You need to thank her for what she has done for you, bitch!”  Pixy immediately complied, kissing Princess’ boots, fervently.  “Now, tell her how much you appreciate what she has done for you.” First Girl continued to instruct. “Thank you sooo much, for allowing me to be here with you, thank you Princess, thank you!”” Pixy groveled. “That is good,” First Girl stopped her. Pixy wanted to feel Princess’ legs and hold her, but First Girl still had her arms restrained behind her. So, all she could do was look up at Princess with wide adoring eyes. 

Princess tolerated this for a few minutes, gently smiling down at her, but then turned and began to walk away. “TJ! We’ll need a cleanup on stall 9…” She commanded. TJ snapped to attention and rushed over to the other two. “Yes Ma’am!”  TJ took his time and used extra care while washing Pixy’s body down with his solutions and fresh cool water. He applied some first aid cream to the three fresh welts on Pixy’s ass. Pixy winced and struggled to move away while he did that. But First Girl held her firmly in place.  When he was finished, he admired his work, and Pixy’s hot little body.

“A kindness has been done for you, little nig’ger girl! And, here, we return a kindness with another kindness…Suck his dick!”  Pixy looked wild eyed, at First Girl, “You have got to be kidding!” She thought, but did not voice, not wanting another ball gag. First Girl pressed into the backs of her knees with her foot, while still restraining Pixy’s arms, placing Pixy on her knees before Toe Jam. 

He smiled warmly at her and unzipped his pants.  His little pink dick flopped out and landed right on her nose.  Pixy stared crossed eyed at it for a few moments, before TJ decided he needed to help her out. He guided it in to her mouth, looking greedily at her thick nig’ger lips.  “Oh this is going to feel sooo good!” he thought.  Pixy, not sure what to do with it, licked gently at it, then decided, “it wasn’t so bad a thing to do.  It didn’t taste like a hot dog, or anything like pork. And, it was warm, smelled like TJ’s pleasant cleaning solutions, and what?”  It was growing! “Ulp!” Her lips came down on it, as TJ gently rocked it back and forth in her mouth.  “Hey, suck his dick like you mean it!” First Girl encouraged.  Pixy looked up at her and then TJ, he caressed her head in his hands and continued to rock his hips back and forth.  She applied a little more suction and TJ moaned with pleasure, letting his head go back while arched his back. “Oh yes, that’s a girl” he told her.  After what seemed like an awful long time, he suddenly grabbed her head and forced his dick in her mouth faster and faster. So, she sucked harder and harder.  Then he suddenly stopped, and she almost gaged as his hot juices pulsed into her throat. “Eat it all up now girl! We would n’t want anyone thinking we let you go hungry around here! Now, would we?” First Girl teased.

TJ sighed, and pulled his cock from her mouth. He stroked up a few more drops and let them land on her broad nose, smiled at her one last time, put his junk away, and zipped himself up.  Then, he pulled the squeeze bottle from his utility belt, the one with the blue elbow tip, and put it to her lips. “Drink, it will help…” He suggested.  Pixy greedily complied, sucking hard on the bottle, and gulping water as fast as she could. .

“What do you think, Toe Jam? Should we keep her?”  First Girl asked.  “TJ scratched his head, and thought about it. “”Well, I dunno, mmm, I guess so..ya.”  “OK, she’ll need some clothes and a cot” First Girl instructed.  TJ pulled a dark folded cloth from the back of his belt. As he unfolded it, Pixy could see that it was simple smock. He helped her put it on over her head. It barely covered her sore ass! Pixy looked up at First Girl, with a pitiful look in her eyes. “You may speak, if you can keep a civil tongue in your head.” First Girl instructed. “Don’t I get any panties?” Pixy asked. “No, you haven’t earned them yet…” First Girl replied.  “TJ added a simple apron to her costume, then handed her a pair of clean white Ked’s sneakers, the final touches to the outfit.

Princess cleared her throat. Every one turned to look. “It looks like we have a new maid for our castle.” She observed. “Excellent! See that she is fed and bedded. She can start in the morning. I’m sure they will be plenty of dishes to wash after this crew finishes breakfast.” She winked at First Girl, First Girl returned it in kind.

“Thing one, and Two, I need Whip Crack saddled up! I did not get my ride yet today! Get to it!” Princess commanded. The Things could be heard scrambling to the task. “And, TJ, if they do not get it right, beat them!” “Yes Ma’am!” TJ replied, laughing.

“Watch your mouth around here, girl!” First Girl warned Dark Pixy. “Because you now know, if we want any shit out of you, we will put it there…”  “Yes ma’am”, Pixy politely answered.

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Do I train wives to be Dommes? Well, not really…I usually turn them over to First Girl for training. She does well in that role…

Sara Sota

First girl carefully bound Sota as his wife Sara watched in interest. She was dressed in a black one piece body suit, with white silk stockings, just as First Girl was. He was stripped from the waist up. First girl pulled the chain wench until his hands were spread out with a slight bend; something his arms could be suspended in for a long period of time, without causing him permanent damage.  “OK Sotie, if you need some help out of this rig, you wiggle your fingers like this”, First girl demonstrated. Sota answered “un huh…” and wiggled his fingers in reply. First girl gave him a hard slap on the ass, and pulled his head back by the hair. “What did you say?” She asked. “Ummm, ah,,, Yes Ma’am!” Sota corrected himself. “ I was hoping that was what you said!” First girl complained, then continued, after releasing his hair, “ You cannot give them an inch, or these dummies will take their liberties, huh sotie?” “Yes Ma’am!” Sota replied. “Good boy! But, you need to be quiet now…” First girl explained as she placed the ball gag in his mouth.

Sara’s eyes had widened watching all this, and she enjoyed the warmth that this event had caused to pass through her loins. “So, you think you are into Female Dominance, Sara?” First girl asked noticing the flush of color in Sara cheeks. “How do you feel about being dominated by a woman?” This question made her blush more. First Girl chuckled at her silent response. “Are there any special things you think you might like to do?” She asked. Sara thought for a moment, hesitating to admit that there were, in fact, a few things she would like to try. “Well, I have never been kissed by a girl before.” She began. “Want to taste her cherry chap stick, do ya?” First girl teased, and then added some to her lips. Sara and Sota both watched as First girl took her time adding the chap stick, first to herself, then around the ball gag to Sota’s lips. “It was definitely cherry!” Sota thought as he took in the scent of it.

First Girl walked with an exaggerated sway over to Sara. Standing rather close to her, and just in front of  her, First Girl casually pushed a lock of Sara’s soft dark hair away from the from the front of her face and tucked it behind her ear. Then she leaned in and whispered, just loud enough that Sota could also hear, “Would you like Sota to watch while we do this?” Sara took in a sighing breath, and looked down and blinked a few times, as First girl took her time lightly brushing her lips along Sara's ear lobe, and down her neck, then back up to her chin, and up, over, almost touching her lips, but stopping just before she did. Sara felt a surge of wild passion flow thorough her body, as First Girl looked into her eyes and watched her reactions. “I will be in total control of this, of course, and you two will be my bitches…Is that going to be ok with you Sara?”  First Girl asked. Sara noticed her heart pounding harder in her chest. First girl lightly touched Sara’s lips with a finger, “Yes, I think it will…” She answered for her.

“OK, let’s get subbie sota ready, “First girl explained, as she walked behind Sota and then pressed her silk stocking thighs up against his butt. She wrapped her hands around him and started unfastening his belt with one hand, and beckoned Sara to help with the other. Sara worked the zipper. Soon, Sota’s pants were around his knees, and then his ankles. Sota stepped out of them and Sara kicked them across the room. Not being accustomed to stripping before strangers, Sota’s turned red.

 ” You will not be needing these,” First girl indicated, as she pulled her dagger free from her wide leather belt, and then carefully slid it down the side of his tighty whities. Sara watched on, with her eyes wide, licking her lips as First girl used the knife to relieve Sota of his underwear. These too, were kicked away. The cool breeze on his privates, only made him redden more.

First Girl teased Sota’s cock with the knife, gently pulling him out, and then sliding the blade along his shaft. Sota could feel some of the cut hairs falling away from it, as she continued her teasing. Sota was terrified to move, lest she cut him accidentally. Suddenly, his testicles were lifted with cold steel. “You might not be needing these, either…” She whispered, also loud enough for Sara to hear, and just before she grabbed his ear lobe in her teeth, and gently pulled, edging the knife ever so carefully up into his groin.

Beads of sweat formed nervously on Sota’s brow, his fingers started to wiggle. But he stopped, as he had realized the knife was no longer there at his nuts. “But, for some silly reason” First Girl continued, “Sara, might like to use them later…So, for now…” First girl let the thought trail off as she watched Sara smile sadistically. First girl winked at her. And, Sara felt her loins grow wet, and her labia swelled most delightfully. Sara breathed deeply, and almost cooed. “I’m sure we can find some interesting things to do with them…” First girl added, as she walked closer to Sara, and embraced her, and kissed her deeply.   

Sota wiggled nervously in his chains, relieved that his testicles were no longer the focus of First Girl's attentions. And, he watched greedily as the two took their time now, kissing and fondling one another. He watched jealously as First Girl slid her hand up Sara’s thigh, before going into her crotch, lightly pressing up into her body suit. As she did this Sara’s head fell back and she let out a soft noise of sexual enjoyment. As angry as Sota was , this still aroused him. Their kissing and caressing went on for nearly an agonizing hour. Sota’s cock was so hard he could not stand it much longer and pre cum had started to ooze.

First Girl, always watched, and looked amused by Sota’s sufferings. But, when she noticed that Sota was leaking, she casually broke off with her fondling of Sara, and directed Sara towards Sota. “What have we here? “ First girl asked, “cumming all over the place, already?” She directed Sara’s hand down to Sota’s cock, and helped her wipe a finger along his erection, wiping the pre cum up as she did, collecting it on her finger. “I did not know you were so hungry!” First Girl teased, as Sota shook his head “no!” First girl removed his ball gag, and directed Sara’s drippy finger up to his mouth. Sara watched on in amazement, her mouth agape, as Sota struggled and winced, but still complied with First Girl’s instructions to "eat it all up!" Sota licked and swallowed the sweat and salty mess, making a wry face the entire time. “That is a good boy!” First Girl commented, as she slid her leg up Sota’s. The soft silk rubbing up his inner thigh, nearly made him cum, but he struggled and held it all back.  

“Oh you want to cum, don’t you sotie? First Girl asked, between kisses on Sara’s neck.  Sota squeezed his eyes closed, and tensed his jaw, then shook his head reluctantly, “yes”. First girl directed Sara’s thigh to brush lightly up against Sota’s cock. Sara was so hot that she almost came at that moment, but First Girl pulled her back, before Sota’s cock could nudge her mound. 

Sota breathed heavily, and still struggled not to cum. “Would you be a love seat for us, if we let you cum?” First girl asked. Sota blinked and grimaced, and closed his eyes tight, then nodded “yes.” “Excellent!” First Girl observed.

First Girl had Sara help her lay out a plush carpet before Sota, then showed her how to let down the chain wench, so that Sota could kneel still chained, on the carpet. Then she pushed Sota by the back of the head with her foot, until he was on all 4s. First girl slid her stocking foot along his back, and slowly over his butt, allowing her toes to just dip beneath for a quick slide under his balls. Sota shivered with delight. “May I cum, now, Ma’am?” He begged.  “No” First Girl replied. You haven’t been a love seat, yet!” She swatted his ass hard with a riding crop, right along the sweet spot, as Sara watched on with much interest. “Thank you Ma’am”, Sota replied, through gritted teeth; the swat helping to stem his tides a bit.

Then First Girl took Sara in front of him and helped her out of her body suit, stripping her down to nothing but her silk stockings. First Girl took a few moments to lick and tease Sara's breasts. Sara was directed over and on top of Sota's back and seated there, while First Girl expertly donned her dildo. Sota savored the feel of Sara’s stockings on his back. Then, he felt First Girl’s stockings up against his ass, but was surprised, that she had not slid the dildo up his ass. Sara moaned with delight as the dildo was eased up her wet achy pussy. First Girl glided it up, and back, slowly teasing Sara, and prolonging her agony. Sara cooed and breathed hard each time it moved. Sota began to shake, he wanted to cum so badly. First girl slowly increased the speed she thrusted the dildo, until Sara’s love  noises were throaty growls, Then she continued at that speed until Sara began to quiver, and finally shake, uncontrollably, cumming harder than Sota had ever heard her cum before. Then, there was more kissing and fondling, all the time the agonizing rubbing of soft silk on his back, and the hot wet dildo sliding up and down the crack of his ass. Oh, how he wanted those stockings  on his cock, so bad!

“May I cum, now!?! Ma’am? “ He begged. First Girl said  “Not just yet…” As she pressed the dildo closer to his anus, and left it just outside, while slightly adding pressure, but not inserting it.  “Oh, I think you, would, like that right up your ass, now, wouldn’t you?” First Girl asked, watching his reactions to it. Sota, still an ass virgin, wasn’t sure, but the dildo did feel good to him there. “Oh yes…” She answered for him, while he could only stutter. “But,” and she pulled it away suddenly, “ I think not, today! But, not to worry…” She added, “We will introduce you to these pleasures, soon enough!” Sota let out a “whoooooo…” relieved that was not happening yet.

First girl took her time directing Sara to his head, where she placed her wet pussy right in front of him. First Girl pushed Sara’s hand into his hair, Sara, figuring it out on her own, grabbed his course dark hair and pulled it to guide his face into her pussy. “What else would you do for us, sota? “First girl asked, “If we let you cum?” Sota eagerly licked at Sara’s pussy, while she pulled him near, but did not quite let him touch it with his tongue. First Girl handed Sara the cock cage and let her show it to Sota. “Do you understand his kink now Sara?” She asked. “Sara grinned wickedly, chuckled, and nodded “yes”. “Would you…” First Girl asked Sota, “wear a cock cage, if we let you come?”

Sota struggled with himself, shaking his head “no”, his whole body aching. He wanted to cum, so badly! “But, let her stick me in a cock cage?” He thought, “I would be at her mercy!” First Girl walked along his side, her stockings rubbing him as she went. She laid the riding crop on his back, and lazily caressed his ass with her silk gloved hand. “Will you wear a cock cage? “ She asked gently, once again. Finally, his arms and legs weak from shaking, he quietly answered, “yes…” “What?” First Girl asked, while Sara pulled hard and up on his hair. He could see Sara smiling sadistically, her lips parted, her teeth showing, and the new polished steel Fleshlight cock cage being slowly rotated on her index finger. Its metal, gleaming, and flashing, as she did. “Yes, Ma’am” He said, almost shouting now, “I will wear the cock cage! Please put me in the cage!” “Excellent!” First Girl replied.

First Girl showed Sara how to cuff Sota’s arms behind him, and he was allowed to kneel. Once they were cuffed, they removed his chains. First girl brought two bean bag chairs closer to the carpet, one on each side of Sota. First Girl took out her place on one and extended her foot under his belly, in front of his throbbing cock. Sara did the same. First Girl nodded to Sara. Sara grinned and shouted, “Ok you little bitch doggie, go for it! Hump my foot!”

Sota slid his cock across her foot and on to First Girl’s foot. The silk stockings felt so wonderful, that he wanted to just ease his aching dick across them, slowly, for a while. “Cum on! You little bitch! Get Busy! We haven’t got all day!” the two chided him. Sara finally told him, “you’ve got 2 minutes left, boy. You had better make it count!” Sota slid back and forth across their silks a bit faster. “Cum for me!” the two encouraged. “Cum for me, Now!” Sara commanded. Sota pushed and pushed as fast as he could. He could feel First Girl’s crop gently tapping him on the ass, encouraging him to go faster. They both shouted “Cum!!!”

Sota exploded. His cum shot everywhere, all of the stuff they had been making him save up for almost a month, and continued to spurt out in in huge gobs, all over the carpet in front of him. The women had pulled their feet out of the way. Both were laughing and clapping as this happened. He was elated, still shaking with the orgasm, and feeling a bit ashamed, at how things went. Sara pushed his head down on the carpet with her foot. Sota could feel the warm wet mess of his cum on his chest and cheek

Sweat poured off him while the Women pulled him to his feet, his member going flaccid so quickly, that both of them were laughing at him as it did, and teased him about how small it was. “Look at that tiny little thing!” They said, pointing and laughing some more! Then, there was the cold steel on his balls and cock, followed by a loud “snap” as the lock was closed tight. Sota happily placed the key, on a small delicate silver chain, around her neck as Sota watched. “”That is my cock, now! Do you understand honey? Sara asked. Sota, still out of breath and shaking, could only nod his head, “yes”.

Sota looked at the shiny new cock cage, secured in its place. He was relieved that it was not first girl’s dagger… 

First Girl handed Sara a new riding crop, while Sota watched in his standing chained position. “You earned this, Ma’am, “ she said. Sara looked at it proudly, before attaching it to her new leather belt. The two dressed Sota, as he stood chained before them. First, frilly pink satin panties were pulled up over his new chastity device and up to his waist. Then, a very short black skirt was raised. Last, a frilly pink apron was looped over his head, and tied in place behind his back. The women released Sota from his chains. First Girl handed Sota a feather duster. “Your scepter, princess!” She said, as she curtsied. Sota stood there, overwhelmed with emotions, embarrassed thoroughly, but also feeling somehow, very whole and complete. A small tear etched his way down his face; a tear of intense joy.

“Enough with the sniveling,you pussy!” Sara teased, placing the flap of her new riding crop under Sota’s chin and using it to push his face in the direction she wanted him looking. “You have work to do, so get that mess cleaned up!” And she pointed her crop at the carpet he was recently kneeling on.

PFT!!!

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Three bulls were on a hill watching the new bull get his way. "Damn" says the oldest bull, "he sure is a mean  fucker, snorting and rippin' up the ground! I guess he can have a third of my cows. The next one watching, said "Jeeze! IS that five cows he fucked, already? Man, he can have 1/2 my cows! The third and youngest one started snorting and rippin up the ground. The other two looked at him and the oldest asked, "Are you crazy man? That new bull would rip you a new ass!" The youngest bull snorted and ripped some more, "Naw! I just want to make sure he knows I'm a bull!"

Some times, it is not about how big or bad you are, but how well you behave...;0)

PFT!!!

“Arrr…and B’garrrrss, me boyo! IS it a sassy Sea going Wench yer after? Might be in fer a bit ‘o’ah surprrrrize though…The Cpt, o’ dis ship is quite the Domme!  (Har, har, bleedin’ har! ) So, stow that “tea-chest” ‘n Grab yer SEA-chest! You bleeding gummed limey, blatherin on ‘o’bout silly moderen medico soaps! War’s the fairy tales in that, now I ask ye!”

And with that, the Cpt of the HMS PFT!!!  let the boy have it, with a crack of her whip, and threatened nine tales, should he not straighten up, and fly right…

"Ramrod up the Jack'es" The Cpt ordered, "n', man the sheets!... Ease her a'fore the wind, helmsman! And, steady, as she goes!"

(Oh, Johnny Deep, thou doest make mine panties wet!!! Sigh....Now, if we could only figure a way to keep you in chains! )

Then she broke into her favorite pirating song…“Yo! Ho!...Yo! Ho!, Get down upon yer knees! Thee decks are wet! And’ you can bet, She’ll beat ya till you bleeds! …”

PFT!!!

Listen to these conversations, and let me know which you think is better:

1. “No! Don’t! Pleeeease stop! Noooo! Dooon’t Pleeeese  STOP!!!  Thump! Ahhhhhh!...” “Someone else’s voice…”Call 911! Call 911!....”

2. “No! Don’t! Pleeeease stop! Noooo! Dooon’t Pleeeese  STOP!!!  Bang!!! …BANG! BANG!!  I told ya to stop!  Ya dumb muther fucker!  Honey, would you call the Po-Po and let them know we got some shit for brains criminal bleeding on our floor, and so would they please come and clean ‘em off? “

It is fine with me, if you don’t want to own a gun. But, when seconds count, why is it important to you, that no one but the bad guys, and the police have them?  Think about that…The second amendment works, even if you do not want to ever have a gun, missile launcher, or nuclear sub…;0)

Please don't do it, Too'mey!

PFT!!!

Do I have a cage?

OF course, an imaginative girl always has a cage available! But, if it is one to your liking that you seek," It may take a bit of cutting and pounding..." she says with tongue in cheek!

PFT!!!

I suppose that even a subbie is entitled to an opinion, maybe,  every now and then. I do appreciate your input. But, gentlemen, I do have a web page! And, it is located right in the midst of my niche market. (that is how you found me, after all!)

I suppose this is the part where I should take the bait and ask, "Oh Romeo! Where shouldst mine pages be?"

The only correct answer is, and as always should be, "Under foot, of course, my Princess!"  ;0)

So, you do love being licked by intellect, do you? You naughty sapiosexuals!

PFT!!!

An “appealing scenario”? Is that one where I command you to strip naked? Maybe, we are getting somewhere, finally!

lol

PFT!!!

This was a cute little fantasy:

 “Once upon a time, I shoved my dick down your throat, hard. I cum (came) on your face. The End.”

 This seems to be typical of 22 year old people who include “real” and “player” in their profile name. Want to take a guess at his ethnicity, or his education level? Since, I think his real fantasy is public humiliation, I replied, and then posted this in my journal:

 “Well now, that is a real fantasy, isn't it? Do you know the difference between a dream, and a fantasy? We think our dreams may come true someday, if only we worked hard enough at it, or happen-stance made it possible. But a fantasy, we know, is very likely never going to happen…

And, since our little fantasy “came,” and went, so quickly… a little rudeness on your part, I might add! Guess what? I'm going to call this an “out,” before you swing , and miss, yet once again. It will save us both, some embarrassment...”

PFT!!!

The old slave scratched his bald head, hacked up a nasty wad, spat, and then settled himself. Thunder rumbled in the distance, several seconds later, then lightning flashed, and thundered loudly! The old slave mumbled to himself and pulled his tattered rags closer about him.  “It’s gonna be another miserable one tonight…” he muttered, to no one in particular. A young slave huddled in his small cage whimpered. “Tell us a story, Brick!”  He begged, and sniffed.” It will help us ignore the storm, and the cold.” The old slave coughed again and mumbled to himself some more, ‘…goddam pussy!” He fidgeted and huddled tighter. “Ok, ok, I got one, I think…

“As you know, there is always some really weird shit going on over at the Princess’ castle.” The lightning struck nearby, again, and the castle way up on the hill was suddenly silhouetted, before the loud clap rattled the walls of the stables.  “She used to do some mean things to me, boy! I’ll tell ya, some really mean things….”

Lightning struck again, lighting up the entire castle momentarily with an eerie glow.

Nurse First Girl, ignored that flickering light. She busied herself with the enema rig and catch pan, pulled from under Brick’s ass. Then she stored the soapy mess, away, while Dr. PFT! closely examined the gauges on her control panel, with her back towards the patient on her stainless steel slab.

Dr. PFT!’s  lovely ass swayed gently as she moved from gage to gage, and tampered with control knobs. More lightning flashed, and turned the dull gray stone walls momentarily almost white. Each time she reached for a control, the short lab coat lifted, just enough so that her patient, Brick, could see her miniskirt underneath, and with just an erotic suggestion of her cheeks beneath her white tights. 

Brick struggled in his restrains, trying to reach his exposed penis with his hand. As he strained, his fingers fell just short of touching it. The bands that Nurse first girl had placed on his balls were squeezing him ever so delightfully!

Nurse First Girl, working above his head, in her tight fitting and way too short white skirt, kept dragging her bare ass over Brick’s forehead.  Oh God, Brick thought, she is not wearing any panties! And, he could smell her wet pussy each time she dragged her ass over his head. Which was made him absolutely nuts!

“First Girl! I need a pencil, quick! Dr. PFT! Commanded. First Girl fumbled around on her work bench, still dragging her ass over Brick’s forehead, each time she went from one end, to the other, of her work space. She scratched her head, and adjusted her aching hump back, by trying to straighten a bit. It made a few loud pops. Which, brought her but a little relief, just enough to make her sigh softly. 

First girl reached for a flask, and brought it to her nose to test smell it, even though it was clearly marked “grain alcohol 195 proof”. Satisfied that she had the correct bottle, she smirked, slightly exposing some very messed up teeth. Then cocked her head to the side, and spilled some of the flask’s contents into her mouth, which she slurped and swallowed noisily. She carefully wiped the spilled fluids from her mouth with the back of her hand, but still smeared her lip stick.

“First Girl! Will you quit nursing your back! Where is that pencil???” Dr. PFT! complained.  A wave of a blue arc moved noisily up a Jacob’s ladder off to Dr. PFT!’s right, buzzing, crackling, and sputtering as it glided up.  Above her panel, several flasks of different sizes and shapes gurgled and bubbled. Fluids oozed , some gushed, from one flask to another, and changed colors in each flask…

“Yessss missssstressssss! First Girl slurred, as she looked in Dr.’s direction. Then she turned and carefully returned the flask to her work space.  She turned, then pressed her excellent breasts together, which were slightly over exposed in the deep neck line of her top. And then, she adjusted them to a more comfortable position in her bra, right in Brick’s full view. Brick moaned and struggled, and reached, unsuccessful, yet again, for his penis.

First Girl turned back to her work station, knocked a few papers off to the floor, and grabbed at something. “There you are!” She said, playfully, as she slowly fell backwards and her perfectly shaped ass gently plopped right on Brick’s, face. She stared, somewhat cross-eyed at her discovery; an unsharpened pencil. Brick slurped noisily at First Girl’s ass, and she giggled. “Why you naaaaughty little boy!” she declared. And, she paused, enjoying the moment, before she pulled her ass from Brick’s face,

First Girl stumbled along the edge of the special sanitary and cut away steel slab to which Brick had been restrained. Satisfied that she had regained her balance, she bopped Brick on the forehead with the eraser end of the pencil. Then she mindlessly jabbed it under the slab, hoping to find the portable electric pencil sharpen which was tacked under there. The first few jabs only bounced off Brick’s bare butt check, which was precariously exposed under the slab.  Brick licked nervously at the remaining juices on his lips, while First Girl slobbered all over the eraser end of the pencil, which was now thoughtfully placed in her mouth. Seeming to come to some conclusion, she then tried for that lost pencil sharpener, once again.  This time, Brick’s eyes crossed and blinked, as she wiggled it home, right up his ass!  Brick moaned pitifully, and struggled at his restraints, failing at another attempt at reaching his penis, which had gone partially erect while nurse First Girl, shoved, rotated, and manipulated the pencil. All the while, her soft curly dark hair dragged across Brick’s penis, which only frustrated him further, while she struggled to reach the imagined sharpener, and hold her balance. 

After a bit more of this, First Girl pulled the pencil abruptly back and looked at it. “Hrummmp! Whaaat issss with thisss sharpener?” She asked herself out loud. She noticed that Dr. PFT! Was still working diligently at the gauges and controls at her work station.  “Ohhh, sssso ssssstupid!” Nurse First girl exclaimed, eyeing the pencil carefully, before she flipped it over, the eraser end now towards her.

First Girl tried for the sharpener, once again. This time, she bent over to get a better look under the slab, while grasping Brick’s aching penis for support. First Girl leaned way out, and looked. “Oh! There you are!” she said, satisfied that she had finally located the sharpener hidden under the slab. Brick nervously moaned, and watched, first terrified, then relieved, as First Girl located it. The grinding noise was pleasure to Brick’s ears!

Nurse first girl stumbled and fumbled about the slab, finally reaching Dr. PFT!. Without looking at Nurse First Girl, Dr. PFT! held up a purple gloved palm, and waited for the pencil. First Girl wobbled and steadied herself, making two tries, then landing the pencil in Dr.’s hand. Dr.’s fingers snapped tightly over it, and then disappeared in front of her.

Nurse First Girl mindlessly scratched at the edge of her left nipple, almost exposing it to Brick, while she listened to Dr.’s frantic scribbling on a note pad. “Now, will you quit playing with that boob, and get my solutions prepped?” Dr. PFT! barked. Nurse First Girl, looking quite confused, eyed Brick, then Dr. PFT! She straightened her back a bit, which made more loud pops, sighed, and started for her work station. “Yess, Mistress!”

At her bench, First Girl fumbled with the fresh enema rig, hanging the bag carefully and examining the end of the Bardex tip and nozzle. She poked it sloppily into a large jar, and watched as the clear goo dripped and plopped off the end, and back into the jar. She started to move the rig , but then having second thoughts, she grabbed the alcohol flask instead and poured some of its contents into the warmed waters of the enema bag. Then she cocked her head and took another pour off the flask, repeating her ritual of wiping, with her hand, once she had freed it up. She then carefully replaced the flask on the work space.

First Girl side scooted, and pushed the rig, Side scooted, and pushed, and continued, until she was satisfied it was in its proper place between the slab and Dr.’s  panels. Once she had squatted, and almost fell backwards, she grabbed blindly at Brick’s dick again. Brick groaned and moaned pitifully, this time trying to free his dick from all the pulling. Satisfied that she was stable, First Girl slammed the enema jet up Brick’s ass. Not satisfied that it was in properly, she pulled it part way out, and reinserted it, twisting the tip to and fro, and back out again, a few more times, until she was certain it was in correctly. Brick moaned pitifully the entire time this was happened, not stopping until Nurse First Girl had stood up and released his aching, and very hard member.

Still facing her control panel, Dr. PFT! carefully peeled off the gloves she was a wearing.  As Brick watched her, a fresh set revealed, underneath the former. Then she tossed the old ones, noisily, into a waste bin.  She adjusted a dial on her panel a final time. The Jacob’s ladder arced more rapidly, its buzzing pitch increased, and the arc looked more ferocious then before.

Dr. PFT! turned abruptly, then carefully placed, and slowly unrolled, a large set of urethral sounds on the free portion of the slab beside Brick. Brick watched on, nervously, as Dr. PFT! continued to unfurl the tools, each getting larger, and longer, and more vicious looking, as she went.  Brick’s facial expression turned to relief as he noticed her select a small thin tool.

Then Brick’s eyes grew wide with terror, as he saw her attach an electrode to that tool.  Dr. PFT looked very sadistic as she began to glide the tool up Bricks bare leg. Her look softened as she consoled Brick, “there, there, now! This should not hurt a bit!” Brick clenched his teeth and closed his eyed tight as the tool neared his knee. At first, there was a slight tingle, which then increased to a stinging, and later a definite jiggling and wiggling, as his thigh muscles jumped and twitched under the electric currents. Brick was afraid to even utter a sound! Eventually, she reached his testicles with the tool.  Each of his nuts jumped and jiggled, one, then the other, as she played the tool between them. Brick thought his nuts would jump up into his body. But, thankfully, the bands which First Girl had installed on him, prevented that. 

After what seemed like an eternity to Brick, but was probably only a few minutes, the electric shocks stopped. And, the tingles died down, until there was nothing but the feel of cold stainless steel pressed against the tip of his aching cock.  Dr. PFT! Laughed, wickedly, and pressed the tool in…Several different tools were selected, and then inserted, over the many minutes she played there.

 “You may begin the anesthesia First Girl!”  Dr. PFT! snapped.  First girl watched Dr. PFT! Select a long flexible catheter,  with a rubber hose and pinch valve attached, while she pumped up the enema tip, sealing it to Brick’s ass. She then opened the valve to the enema bag.  Brick sighed softly as the warm fluids began to flow up his ass. He tried, once again to reach for his aching penis, only to get his hand slapped hard by Dr. PFT!. Suddenly, he felt mildly drunk, a warm glow drifting and flowing over his body, as the alcohol began its work. And, then there was the stretch and movement of the catheter.

“Hold this, First Girl,” Dr. commanded, as she passed the end of the catheter to First Girl. First girl fumbled with it, unwittingly opening the valve. Warm urine arched, and traveled a path up Brick’s body, eventually hitting him in the face. But, he didn’t care; his buzz was going so good.  “Oh look! It’sssss the fountain of youth!” First Girl exclaimed. Dr. PFT! Snorted and rolled her eyes. “Ok, enough fun and games! Take him to the john, and let him release!”

“Yes Misssstresss…” First girl fumbled with the restraints, as she dragged her luscious bosom across Brick’s face.  Brick could only smile, and attempt to nibble at what he could. First Girl helped him off the table, enema still attached.  She scooted the rig, side stepped, and dragged Brick with her, repeating this until she had him to the toilet. There she, as carefully as she could in her condition, released the pressure and then removed the enema tip slowly from Brick’s ass.

“Hold tight!” She said, as she helped Brick sit. “Ok,” Brick weakly replied, straining to do so, both at his anus, and with his arms around Nurse’s neck. First Girl began pulling the catheter, once Brick let go of her neck. Brick groaned while she pulled. Once it was entirely out, she pronounced, looking at Bricks, penis, “IT, Tissss ALIVE!” Brick looked down, and saw that it was true! He had a magnificent hard on!

First girl dipped her hand in the jar of goo she brought, and slather it on his penis. “Go for it! “ She urged. Brick reached eagerly for it, almost falling off the toilet, and landing face first into First Girl’s cleavage! He grabbed his cock and pumped furiously, while First Girl slobbered on his head, and occasionally tipped her flask, always spilling some on him. When Brick could stand it no more, he let go, of both the enema, and one of the biggest jiz loads he had ever tossed off! All he could say when it happened, was “Mmmmmm…FIRE!!!”

First Girl pulled him up off her chest, by the ears. Then, looked at him angrily, straight in the eyes. “Hey, you made a goddam messssss down there on my leg, FRANKENSSSSSTEIN! How about you get busssy and clean that sssshit up? HUH”?

Still fumbling from both the orgasm, and the alcohol enema, Brick managed to gasp, a weak, “yes ma’am…”as First Girl shoved his head under her skirt, and scraped his nose past her hot wet pussy, and down to his mess.

“ This must be heaven!”  he thought, and he licked away, mumbling, “mmmmmm, fire good!”

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*Please remember, some things need to remain fantasy…Even, if we still do like to think about them. Play safe!  PFT!!!

Well, I guess some of you naughty little boys , still can't get it figured out!  IF all you send me is a very brief one liner, you  have no picture posted on your profile, there is no information in your profile or journal, you didn't click on any of the interests so they show up on your profile, then guess what I am going o do with those big time wasters? That is right, bend over, you just got "deleted" with out even being read!

How do I know what you wrote if I didn't even read it? Well there are some clues...I can see if you have a profile picture with out ever visiting your profile. When I hover (my mouse) over your face (or lack of one) the text in your love letter appears in a little text box. If there is a paragraph or more to read, then maybe I will open it. But, when I see 100 characters or less, then I know that you are just a waste of my time!

So, here is a sample of the usual crap from guys like that:

first post: "hi"

Where can we go from there? OK, so I say "hi" back. But, I might try to draw you out of your shell, and give you a very quick, one shot, chance to prove that you are worth the bother. "So, what kinds of naughty thoughts have you been having today?"

Second post: " Not much...just though you would be interested in (fill in the blank)..."

OK, we got a few more characters in that post, but that still didn't say a whole heck of a lot. And, if I want to know more about you, I have to break out the crow bar, and insert it in your (use your imaginations here), then put a little leverage on it...

TEDIOUS! And, there were not, "two snaps up in a circle," if you In Living Color fans know what I mean, honey! 

So, about that time, I may get flippant, and come up with a sassy reply based on your last miserable post, then wait to see if you finally "get it."

Third post: They start kissing my ass, telling me "how pretty" I am, beg me to pay them some more attention, blah blah, blah...Well, I already know that, I hear it about 2000 times a day! And, my ass is constantly wet from kissing. It would be nice to find a guy that didn't head right for that comfort spot every time, with his eager tongue, ever ready to wet me...When I want that "wet feeling," I will get a "wet wipe!" It is far more sanitary. And, I can flush afterwards, with out worrying about hurt feelings...Too, it dries so much more quickly than piggy/doggie slobber!

At that point I am starting to get real frustrated with the chump. So, he gets a casual blow off. If I have time, I make it personal, then block. If I don't, it is just a quick click on the CM buttons to post pre typed messages...

Am I being mean? No, it is just that I hate having my time wasted! So, "click!" problem deleted!

Read a few things! I know my prose is tedious, since all the whiners keep telling me so. The ones that aren't looking to get into my panties, well they NEVER say that.

And, I do keep a stock of some of the particularly wet panties. For some silly reason the subbies seem to like to have them draped over their heads, with the crotch right in good position over their noses!

If you didn't see something other than a hot looking babe, and you found that I had a few things in common with you , other than I "can also fuck," then get busy telling me your perspective on that. If you can't cum up with at least a paragraph, I'm going to "click!" that delete button...

Ok, now that I have laid down the "protocols." Agree, or be gone! There are no "Butts!!!" about this! You are here for my pleasures, or you are deleted. Got it?

I just do not have time for all you "DO ME PIGS!"

Of course, intelligent friends are always welcome to write! Even if it is just to say "hi"...

PFT!!!

I know! A few of you naughty boys, have been waiting in the que. I will get to you. Remember, "patience!" It is a sign of a good sub...

PFT!!!

(The Princess is seen here making a very wry face, and scratching her head…)

Thank you (name deleted for privacy) ,  for this wonderful story! But, for me, this did not feel like a fantasy, it sort of reminded me of a very sticky, and very Vanilla, wet dream…You will have to excuse me for a moment , while I go change my stockings…( The Princess is now seen trying to kick some thing off her feet, as though she had just stepped in bullshit, or something very similar…)

Now that I have cleansed myself of all that ooey-gooey feeling, perhaps I can suggest a few things?

First, this is fine for your profile. You should post that in your profile. It will help a girl clue in, to what you are all about. But really, are you sure you are going to find this girl on CM?  Think about that…

Next, are some of my thoughts, and comments that came to mind while I read your story:

What? You do not already have some feminine products under bathroom  sink? You’re no boy scout, are ya?

You posted something “sweet,” that got you tons of replies? Humm. So, what might that have been? (your profile is clearly devoid of any thing!)

So, you have a big ass for me to flip over? Maybe, you need to update those profile statistics of yours?

“Had better be dynamite in bed…” Well, it just so happens that I do keep a few “sticks” handy (birch, maple, hickory…)…So, what can I expect of you, besides a sticky wet body from too much lick-o-rish?  “Teenagers groping”, sounds a bit Vanilla for me, but , oh well! Besides, if you are dynamite, there is no groping, you know exactly where your hands are needed. (Usually, that is tied behind your back, but there are other interesting places to tie them, as well!)  But, if you are after that teeny-bopper crowd, by all means, post a grope!  And, how about rather than you putting it where you like, it is me putting it where I like, in you?  (That might better get a Domme’s attention!)

Now about that dynamite, it has been my experience that 54 has a bit of a time, keeping up with a female, aged 30 or less. It is not for lack of intent, or trying! It is  just that your generation seems to forget to go for a walk once in a while, much less, jog or run!  So, I am pretty sure I can provide the bang for your bucks. But, I somehow doubt you will be “up for it” without “male enhancement” products being regularly ingested.  When I take you out ballroom dancing, are you going to be able to keep up with my pace for 6 hours?  And, honey, that is just the warm up to the main event…In reality, the 50 and up crowd, is usually panting, and begging to sit, after the 3rd east coast swing in a row…(and, we won’t mention, how badly these doggies drooled when I first walked into the room!)

Thinking “wedding rings” already, and all that there was, included a colonic? (there has to be a shitty pun in that, somewhere!) Humm, this all sounds a bit messy, and “premature” to me! lol And, I hate to burst your bubble, but the greatest men I have been with , have lasted more than just one night! Nope, I want to see a bit more action, before I decide “how great thou art.”  Me thinks, thou dost, toot thy horn, much too loudly!  

And, had you read my stories, you would know, that I seldom perform fellatio myself. What? You are not up for having a few guys do that for you? Oh my!  In my stable, there is no such thing as “infidelity” for me, there is only “loyalty” from the stock.

And, if you are expecting me to chatter your ear off on the cell, you might be in for a disappointment! I might post you a quick text naming the date, time, and place, that you should be, and what you should be, or not be, wearing!  That is, supposing I allow you to wear anything at all, short of a collar, while you are in the stables.

And so, here we are, spattered all over your first fantasy, with a ring and proposals of marriage. Isn’t that a little quick?  Are you sure that it is a Domme you are looking for? And, if you cannot afford a few slaves in your household, well, you are going to be doing a lot of sissy maid activities! lol It sounds to me,  like you want a “desperate” housewife! And honey, I just ain’t that kind of girl!

Ok, all kidding aside, you have been a good boy!

So, Princess Fairy Tail , waves her magic wand about you, and wishes for you,” the best of luck in your searches!”

PFT!!!

Big sighs…All I said was “nice threads...” And, I guess she didn’t get the joke. All she was wearing was latex!  But, that certainly wasn’t, what I was looking at! Then she accused me, viciously, of “fakery and breakery”!  “Posted stolen photos, you did!” Well, what’s mine, is mine, and the e-cards are public domain…Then she looked into the Admin records to give me a haughty air of authority! Exposed the passwords, she did! Can’t a girl protect herself from unwanted e-mail, with a bogus account? She really does want to be seen as a Domme, rather than just another no limit whore…Then all she has to say is “ta’ ;)” before the White Rabbit dived back down her hole…She only offered writing insults, and accusations, when she really could have, "had me at hello!”

PFT!!!

Some advice to a potential sissy maid:

Ok, so , like quit kissing my ass, and all, already! You are making it all squishy and such...

As far as the grammar/spelling, use your Word program, it works very well for that, and will help you learn what you need to get by in America. Yours is not an unusual situation, " a Dom in public, and a pussy behind closed doors"

This would make a good profile for you (I cleaned up the spelling and grammar):

 (edited out for privacy reasons)  

I would put that up. But, I would also leave out the last two sentences.  I think you will probably need to hunt her down. A woman with these characteristics, “a well-educated woman, one who has a decent lifestyle in public, but becomes a mistress in private, and who shares similar fetishes”, will have lots of options, and so many guys begging for her attentions, that you will have to show up, present yourself, and prove that you are unique, and better than all the rest.

I'm not buying your piss poor excuses for not posting a picture. You have heard of cell phones, right? Most have a camera built right in, and will even let you e-mail that photo to your computer. Download a program called IRFanview, I think it is still a freebie. With  that you can edit your photo, and crop out the face or a portion of it, so you can still post the general idea of who and what you are about without “exposing yourself”  (lol!)  to public scrutiny.

I would not post a sissy maid pic, but hold that until your potential Mistress asks for it. This also demonstrates that you will respect her need for privacy in similar matters. You don't put it all out there, unless she tells you to. See how that works? (That's right, keep it in your pants, big boy, until she gives you permission!)

Ok, let's see how well you follow instructions, now...

PFT!!!

This is a little post, some advice on “how to avoid the friend zone”.  You know, that “dry feeling” you sometimes get? That is because you didn’t get laid, now did you?  And, remember, always, it is about “how you make her feel,” and  not ever,  “how you feel about her,” that is going to get you to paradise, or fantasyland, or Nirvana, or Shangri-La, or just getting tied up, in most interesting ways…
To stay out of  the “just friends zone,” avoid these maneuvers, and you're going to do
a lot better when talking to women.
“Here they are:

#1 Just saying "Hi"

#2 Offering some help

#3 Asking her out, in a way that is

completely out of nowhere

#4 Showing way too much interest in her “

(From a post by Brad P., one of them online dating gurus…)

That last one qualifies as “being needy”, which really creeps a girl out!

Happy hunting…(and do try to keep the blood to a minimum!)

PFT!!!

Advice to a wanna-be sub/slave with "Her Highness" in mind...

Cool you want to be my slave...Well,  think about what you would like to be doing with a woman, or a guy, or two or three of them at the same time.... Think all those dirty little thoughts you have often been told you are not allowed to have. And, then start writing, write like you are telling a story about it, with you as one of the characters. You do that in a word program, then you edit it, give it good spelling and all, then copy and paste it to your profile, and email a copy to me here in CM.  Can you do that? And, if it takes you less than 5 minutes, you probably didn't think about that , "long enough..." lol

PFT!!!

advice to a rich sissymaid...

I understand. I would not pay for it, either. But, if you don't write all that on your profile, how is it going to happen for you? Do you have an attractive picture of you, in some nice clothes, by your fancy car in front of your fabulous home? It couldn't hurt. But, do take caution, gold diggers look for that sort of thing. Women of means, usually aren't impressed by that, but might need to see that, as it proves status, which she might need in her relationships. And, guys like you, are wide open to getting that sort (diggers) , already. So, maybe a professional shot of you in a nice Armani suit, would work better? What else do you need in a woman, how does she look? Act in public? Behave around professionals? Is she educated? What might her income be? These will help you narrow your "ad" in your profile, and address exactly what you want.  Don't cum-on to every girl that writes you, or get all needy on them. Just be polite and let the banter flow where it will. Answer her questions truthfully, but let her do the work to get to them, that puts her in hunt mode, and makes you interesting. Being playful with your answers, helps too, that is flirting, and gets her hot...Good luck!

PFT!

I'm shaking my head while reading how this CA'dian wants me to beat his feet. He is not into the usual pleasures, he wants the serious shit, bastinado and falaka. Well, maybe in Iran there are a few still into that kind of kink...Me, I'll continue just using balloon sticks, since the slave can still walk, afterwards. They do leave a rather nasty, stinging welt, though. Hummm, I wonder if a slave can handle that kind of action on their penis? I will have to find some thing other than nails to tack it down on the board game, though...(see earlier works where Princess has taken on a few oriental gentlemen, for some entertainments ;0)

PFT

Sissy's are a dime a dozen, hun'...I'd introduce you to my BBB (big black boy 10 inch dildo), but since I am  pissed off at Obam'y, and all his bull shit, I tossed that sucker. Now, I use one that claims to have been molded off of "Dick Dragon's 13" beauty. It is all nice and flaming red, and cute, and has purple and blue veins in it! I'm certain you could have your asshole reamed nicely with it! But, since you are in CA and I am a little closer to Key West... you will just have to imagine that I am using that "bad boy" on you. Remember, it squirts my own brand of delicious cum (some thing I had first girl, ah,  "whip up" in the kitchen... tehehe!!!). Once you have been screaming long enough for mercy, at least to my satisfaction, you get the full load, right on your face! And, I expect you to lap up every oz of that! Now, BEND OVER!!!

PFT!

(psst! Fist Girl! Did you buy that bull jizz, that I asked for???)

Bulky, da Mailer,

You, and about 200 other 'tonians, seem to be looking for the same (some one like me). I could care less about your exposure fantasies, those get old, and only impress the Church Ladies, who will then refuse to vote for someone who might actually get something accomplished there in Washed Out, and overdue for a nuking, DC.

But, I will happily give you a task to perform. It always impresses a girl, when the bulk mail gets triggered, NOT!!! Like your last message did. So try looking at a profile first, find something you actually understand and agree with, then write a letter to that woman, personally, and do not do a group mailing. From here on out, now and forever, you had better do that, or I am going to have to beat your stupid ass, until you can't sit down for a week!

PFT!!!

Tex,

About all that global warming bullshit…

I'm going to go way out on an astrological limb here...Have you read any of Siutchin's Earth Chronicles series? The Sumerians have recorded the Anunnaki's (Gods, beings that visited earth over about a 1/2 million year period beginning about 450,000 BC), along with a planet not from our sun, but trapped in an elliptical orbit about it.

It seems they had atmospheric problems on their planet, too! (Which is how they came to be inhabiting earth for a spell.) They discovered it was due to cyclical patterns, and readable in the soil and snows, and that it also related to both solar flare ups, and decaying orbits. They could also see it happen in both earth and Mar's polar regions.

The Sumerians recorded one of that planet's last Earth mission commander’s, and accomplished scientist from his world, statement/confession, which included some rather startling facts about our solar system and how the earth came to be, why the Anunnaki were here (mining materials to fix their atmosphere), what they did (altered human affairs, and the gene pool), etc.

Along with his report, were explanations about their observations of several earth calamities, including the deluge reported in the bible and in Egypt(which was the Their current king’s proclamation, that the “useless eaters” be destroyed, at least most of them, and to cover up the genetic traces of their son’s and daughter’s experiment/indiscretions-most of CroMagnon?), a huge asteroid crashing into the moon, asteroids messing up the atmosphere on Mars, and pox marking all three "celestial beings"(planets).

Their Mars base had to be shut down! The face on Mars was a grave marker, and that of their 9th exiled king, wearing a helmet, as described in clay texts found in Sumer, dating from nearly 6ooo years ago!

He also discussed an evacuation on Earth, where in about that time they were closing up mining operations where they had a landing site in South America. So, were these your missing Mayans?

The Anunnakki had a jolly good time here on planet myrth, tinkering with the genetics of the local monkies, creating CroMag from Neanderthals, "primitive workers" to operate the mines, and do domestic work, and later having sex with them, and the resultant off spring , creating that missing link, and Homo Saps'...

They, too, could not keep their leadership's pants on, or dicks in them, and there was enough jealousy going on, mirroring much of what is going on with the world today, to start a nuclear war, over who gets what is left of a few miserable remnants of their space ports (one being in Jerusalem) After burning (scorching) a good part of the Sinai peninsula (shades of Lot's tale of woe!) with the family atomics (left here by that aforementioned 9th king)! And, discovering these were a shade bit more powerful than expected (they only wanted to knock out two towns there, but got everything in between and altered the dead sea). Then, they barely survived the devastation from that nuclear winter and fall out from that blast. Their grand daddies did the same thing on their planet, nuking volcanoes trying to get their atmosphere fixed (shades of El'rond the Hubbard! And his tales of religious Xenu, whose name is phonetically close to the name of one 9th and exiled king, the dummy that left atomic bombs and tech on planet myrth!)

About all that global warming shit, and disappearing peoples...They already knew it was all bogus back then, and after extensive text translations, now, too!!!

So...

Man is no better than his very foolish and horny makers! And, he’s just as prone to warring and playing with bombs that he don’t understand, and just screwing up the planet in general. And, from what the Summarian texts are warning about, global warming is the very least of our worries! It is a destiny “cyclical” event that cannot be changed!

So yep, about Al Gore, “he lied, and so man may still die!”

Next planetary stop, the Planet of Crossing shall return, creating all sorts of solar flare ups , large asteoids smashing into things (like Jupiter?), and gravitational havock on all the planets in this solar system (pole shifts like on Uranus?), but when???

PFT!!!

Here are some tips that were given to a sub, who wasn’t on the “naughty” list, ho, ho, ho!!! (some bits were edited out of three e-letters)

Ok, so here is a good body language reading clue for you, that many men misread, all the time. You are busy eating her out, and she is squirming all over the place. So, you think, you have her hot spot and are doing well. (insert an annoying buzzer sound here...) Nope! It means she is close, frustrated, and trying to find that hot spot again! So, when you have her all calm, just before the storm, don't change a damned thing with what you are doing , unless she asks you to. IF she is holding still for it, you are right on the money!

D.O.’ ing = a Deliberate Orgasm. Every woman is able to have them. D.O.'ing is a sex act where BOTH partners agree to focus their attention on one person's body (usually, the woman's). Just because she has you by the hair, and stuffed into her crotch, doesn't mean she is focused on her self.

Being “her best head”, and her still not cumming, is nothing to brag about...IF you do it right, she will not want to move for a while, and she may just want to cuddle, and she just may conk right out on you, while you are doing that.

Communication is important as well, "would you like more pressure?", Something like that, which she can answer “yes” or “no” to. Because, when she is close, she will not be wanting to do a bunch of thinking...

Yes, the “1 o’clock” is  an "analog clock" position, as you are looking at it, the clit is at 12, ass is at 6, got the big picture? Then looking only at the clit, think small clock face now, 1 o'clock, upper right sextant, is the most sensitive.

AstroGlide is probably the best lube on the market for using your finger on that clit. Fingers work best, tongues second. And, your finger will always last longer, and be able to put out more pressure.

And don't be in a big hurry to achieve a result, just relax and do this until she asks for a break, or a rest. 15 min is good, 1/2 hr, better, longer, if you and she can deal with it.

You had better have clean hands, trimmed and filed nails, or don't try this!

You have to pull back the hood a bit, to expose her little button, with one hand, while you work it with the other. Use slow, firm, short, strokes, with lots of communication, "more pressure?" "Slower?" "Less pressure?" stuff she can answer with "yes" or "no." And if you are right on that spot, she may have trouble talking.

Good communication, lets her know you heard her, and you make the changes and follow up with "is that pressure ok?" etc...

You thank her for answering you, and you make the changes, and you follow up, and you observe how she is doing. Is she getting dark in the inner lips? Is she filling up, and getting firm in the outer lips? When you place a finger in her, is she getting tighter? These are all good indicators that she is getting there. And, when you see that, a few times, you will know it.

Her O is not just a few anal contractions, but they may ALSO be present. IF she has a good flush going all over, she is there.

Inside the pussy are more spots, the clit is more then just the little man in the boat that you have been learning how to stroke. But, you do not go in there until you have worked the clit on top for a while and you see all those other indicators I told you about. When all that is present, your cock will feel damned good in side her

Inside and up about 2 inches, aka "G" spot, it is where the back of her clit forks off to either side. In and up, at 12 o'clock, you move your finger like you are telling some one to "come here" with it.

Warning, this may cause her to ejaculate, so don't get that in your eyes! It is not piss, taste it and verify for your self, it is a unique taste all her own.  (And some women taste, deeeeliscious!)

At 3 and 9, the forks of the inner parts of the clit are there, do the same finger motions in those positions.

Now you have most of the stuff, that many guys do not even have a clue about... Consider this a Christmas gift. I hope you use it to please your next Mistress, well (the one who IS communicating with her body language, as well as her verbal orders)...

 PFT!!!

Well ROFL and F'in,

Sorry, my corrections didn’t seem to transfer from my text editor, that last one should have read:

“70% of women do not experience orgasm during intercourse. So, eating a little, well a lot, of pussy, can't hurt, either...Happy cunt’ing...”

I agree they should teach about real sex at college...But, in the mean time, and all wishful thinking aside, the Well’comed Consensus teaches classes in manual manipulations, and has videos on the same. Any video you can get by Sundahl will be a soaker! (She was the first to teach about female ejaculations, even before "g" spot was mentioned..) And, I’m sure there are videos on "oral techniques" at the Sinclair Institute…I think you will find these studies, some what “stimulating”… And, that will get you well on your way to becoming a "cunning'linguist"!

PFT!!!

"a" asked an interesting question, one I have not ever had to think about, or summarize before: "what do women consider a tiny penis?"

Do ya really want to go there? lol!!! Some of these doms... I'll tell ya! But, I decided to give him a polite answer.

I'd guess a shrew is the mammal with the smallest penis. Less than 1/8", has got to be pretty tiny! But, if you are asking about humans...

I can't speak for all women. But, my opinion is that if it doesn't hit my g-spot, about three inches up, or my deep spot, about 7 inches up, the guy is shit out of luck. Also, thickness is better than lenght. If he has any thing, less than 3", I won't even know he is in there. Now, a guy with a 5-6 incher can hit both spots, with a little creative manuvering.

Belly up to the clit, or you are waisting my time, no matter what size your dick is.

And, there is such a thing as "too godamned big." Any thing over 8", and I am hurting! My cervex was just not designed for pounding...

I hope that answers your penis size questions.

PFT!!!

Some one posing as “the real FTP,” what ever the fuck that is, put up a quickie CM profile for NY, that was barely 15 minutes old, with a picture of a dog in a pen, not even an attractive bitch, then wrote to inform me that she was on her way to a class reunion in my neck of the woods, so would I meet with her…

What is wrong with this picture? Seriously?  I told her “no,” and she got hostile. Can you tell what Domme/sub dynamics are at work here?

Here was my reply:

"You must be busy, or fake!" Certainly, if I am not busy, I am faking it! lol But, I suppose, those could be the only possibilities, in your mind...

Perhaps, it never occurred to you that you didn't bother to take the time to get to know me first? But, then, that is usually how the guys play it, "so, how about a blow job in the parking lot? What? No? You 'effing bitch!"

And gee, you could have had me with a polite "hello!" "Play smart and safe, or don't play at all," is my policy. So, if I don't know you, if we haven't talked or written, or if we have not made an emotional connection, then we don't meet! It is as simple as that.

So, how simple are you? "Oh, ahhhh, my cock is hanging out, and you didn't suck it up! So, well, you must be a fake, or busy, or sumpin', ahhh..." DUH!!!

How about, "I'm not interested?" And, you never took the time to create that interest?  My profile clearly states, "write me a story..." And, you didn't even do that, before you insulted me. So, you earned your self a block...

PFT!!!

(How slowly they learn…)

LADY OF THE FOREST

The gorgeous fawn chewed innocently on the delicious green grass of the meadow. It had no idea that it stood directly in the cross hairs of the hunter's rifle. The hunter held his aim steady, and began to squeeze the trigger when suddenly...

A Forest Fairy appeared between the hunter and the fawn... She was absolutely stunning with hazel eyes and auburn hair. Her flawless skin was white as snow, but Her rage and fury was apparent in Her defiance of the hunter.

"Get out of the way You crazy bitch.", the hunter shouted as he waved his muzzle.

"This is my forest, and these animals are my children. You will never harm any of them.", the Fairy hissed.

The Hunter raised his rifle warning the fairy when suddenly he froze.  He could not move. The fairy had cast a spell on him.  He was helpless, and completely under Her power.

The Fairy walked up to the hunter and removed the rifle from his arms. She threw it on the ground, and wildly slapped the hunter across the face many times.  He could not move, but the pain stung and his cheeks burned.

"I'm going to teach You some respect.", the Fairy warned, and forced the hunter to his knees. "Bow down and kiss my feet before I turn You into the cockroach you already are."

Trembling and afraid of Her magical powers, the hunter obeyed and began to kiss the Fairy's pretty feet.  They were beautiful but to the hunter, it was a humiliation that was hard to bear.

"You will crawl behind me on all fours like an animal back to my cottage where I will begin Your reconditioning.", the Fairy said and proceeded to walk through the woods with the humbled hunter crawling behind her.

Every now and then she would stop to wipe her feet on him, and even made him lick her soles clean before she entered Her mystical cottage.  The Hunter was powerless to resist.  Her spell was cast, and his only option was to obey.

Within moments of entering the Fairy's cottage, the hunter was stripped and chained to the stone cold wall.  The hunter feared what sort of evil this wicked Fairy would subject him too. 

"You will atone for Your sins. You hunters are a shameful lot, and I know exactly how to reprogram your murderous attitudes.", the Fairy said as She stung his ass with five sharp swats of Her vicious cane.

The welts on the hunter's ass were immediate and painful.  It hurt like fire... First came five swats... then ten... then ten more... The hunter begged for mercy, but the Fairy said she would show him no more mercy than he showed the animals he stalked.

Tears streamed down the hunter's face as his ass burned with pain he never had experienced.  Suddenly, the whipping stopped... The hunter relaxed for a moment and started to catch his breath, when suddenly...

He felt totally invaded by an enormous butt plug.  He had never been violated in this way before, and it was especially embarrassing coming from a stunning but very petite Fairy.

The pain of the intrusion hurt.  There was nothing to lubricate it. It filled him to the point where he thought he would explode. 

Then, in seconds, the Fairy had confined his manhood within a wicked PINK cage. The hunter knew that he was totally possessed by this evil demon, but somehow, he was intrigued.

The Fairy then unchained his arms, and he collapsed on the floor. "Are you sorry for what you did today?"

"Yes, Maam.", the hunter cried. "I am sorry. I will never hunt for an animal again."

Keep apologizing, and kiss my feet while You do it... My training is just beginning.

The Fairy allowed the hunter to sufficiently grovel and then ordered him to get in the kitchen and prepare her dinner.  The hunter struggled to walk with the butt plug in his ass and a PINK cage on his cock, but he did as he was told.

As he worked over the stove, he could hear the crack of a whip.  Suddenly, he felt the sting of a single tail that the Fairy expertly wielded.  She tortured him as he cooked her meal. She snapped his shoulders... his ass... She could even snap his hand as he stirred he meal.

The Fairy explained that She was really only evil to people who needed it, like hunters, and that is how she protected all the animals and nature in her forest.  The hunter was beginning to realize the error of his ways, and it may have been her spell, but he was beginning to love and worship this mystical Fairy.

He served Her dinner and waited on his knees for further orders.  She beckoned him to fetch things, pick up Her napkin, and rub Her feet while she dined.  He was reduced to a lowly slave, yet somehow, he was learning his place in the real food chain.

The Fairy asked if he was thirsty, and he said, "Yes"... She pulled him close. Took a drink of Her water, and then spit it into his mouth.  When the hunter gratefully thanked her for the drink... she knew she was finally making progress.

After dinner, the Hunter cleaned the dishes motivated by more pinpoint, whip tossing by the Fairy's single tail. 

He was then ordered to draw Her a bath, and bathe the beautiful Fairy by candlelight.  As the candlelight flickered and danced over Her perfect body, the hunter was dazzled by Her intense beauty, and especially her incredibly perfect, perky breasts. 

The Fairy knew that she no longer needed magic to make him do her bidding.  As the Hunter lovingly bathed this Divine Fairy from head to toe, he fell more and more in love with her. 

The Fairy delighted in the discomfort of his obvious arousal straining against the relentless confines of his PINK cage. The plug inserted in his ass only increased his suffering.  The hunter delighted in giving her a bath, but was in extreme pain from his sexual arousal being confined and denied.

She had totally enslaved him, and would continue his training to ensure he would never hurt another living creature.

As a reward for doing such a good job, the Fairy held up a handful of Her bathwater, and permitted the Hunter to drink the water She bathed in.  The hunter was so in love, he eagerly drank every drop she gave him, and thanked Her for the privilege.

After the bath, the Hunter dried the Fairy, and gave Her a soothing full body massage with the most gorgeously fragrant lotion that had ever tickled his senses.  He had fallen under her spell and she no longer needed her magic to bind him.

He ended the massage on his knees rubbing her feet. Suddenly, he was compelled to kiss them passionately and profess his love for this Fairy who had taught him the error of his ways.

"Of course, You love me and worship me, and I will make You prove those words. You are mine now.  You will live as my pet and my slave, and You will serve me in all ways.  I will punish You often and make You accept Your station in life which is at my feet as my lowly servant.", the Fairy said in the most sensual tone ever.

The Hunter agreed and thanked the Fairy for the privilege of being Her slave, and then the Fairy spread Her flawless legs and directed his head between them.  "Worship the altar of my womanhood! You will learn that as a mortal, this will be Your most treasured duty."

The hunter immediately obeyed and worshipped for all he was worth. The pain in his ass ached, and his cock nearly exploded out of the PINK cage.  The pain was intense, but his only thoughts were of the Fairy's pleasure.

When the Fairy exploded in sheer bliss, the hunter lovingly licked her clean, and kissed her feet to thank her for the honor.

The Fairy was pleased with her progress. Tomorrow would be another day. She told the hunter to sleep at Her feet at the foot of the bed like a good slave and pet.  He asked if the plug that had been violating him all evening and the PINK cage that had rendered his manhood useless could be removed...

The Fairy laughed mercilessly...    "Good night, slave. Dream on!"

THE BEGINNING...

reposted with permission from cliff1

No disrespect intended but CS Lewis is Narnia. Alice was Lewis Carroll.

ysd

You are correct! And, the first, and only one to recognize that... Shall we tie a blue literary recognition  ribbon  to yer dinky? ( My, but I do need to lay off of the hooka for a bit!)

PFT!!!

Was Lewis Carroll's book, just a look behind all the smoke and mirrors? 

I somehow do not think that Alice had a marriage in mind. But, she did seem to be into various drugs, and older men writing tales. I think it is a daddy thing...

After a good story telling, I prefer bi-aural dreams. The sweet sounds of two dissonant frequencies, lapping at my mind, sweet tunes just a few cycles apart, in the Alpha range...And, not the drug induced comas of the evil PU artist...

And, for breakfast, here we go breaking eggs, and chopping mush-rooms, psilosybin. But, do they grow wild there, in Alice's wander land? And, could Lewis have known, from experience, before he wrote, hooka in cheek, about caterpillars, perhaps to be found at the bottoms of tequila bottles, also with psychedelic properties ? I'm pretty sure he didn't dose a girl once, with any of these...But Alice did seem to catch a contact high...

And, that frightful hanging over, or was it a drugging? Ohhh! I forget! "Then, she pours out a bloody mary, on the rocks..." Oh, damn! She did have a far fall to go! Be careful of the splashes, and the waves..."And then she placed her cherry, back in it's box..." oops!

Men with rophyionol do not make good daddies! They should have the heads of their penises, lopped off!  "Off with their heads! Off, with their heads!!!"

PFT!!!

Wow, I am sure getting tired of the US government, the Democratic party and the “Globe is Warming, so you need to buy up our “carbon credits” crowd”, continually blowing pot smoke up my ass, as well as every one else’s.  There is no such thing as a “Green” Job! Every thing that man does, or creates, has as a bi-product,  “POLLUTION!!!”

But, what do I know? I only have Bachelor of SCIENCES degrees in Construction and Business Administration with minors in Solar Building and Design, and Networking Technologies.  I was also trained in Electronics by our USAF. And, I have worked in Bio-Med Engineering to eek out a meager living.  

All energy to be found, available on earth, comes directly from the SUN. Period, End of Story!!!

Concentrated forms of that SUN’s energy can be found in substances called ORGANICS, which are better known to all as, OIL. So that the earth doesn’t get too hot from all that SOLAR Energy bombarding the earth, apparently,  knows how to convert it to the energy rich chemical bonds called OIL.

And, when that OIL production is insufficient or too slow to do the trick, we have an excellent immediate cooling system called the water cycle, or RAIN. When things heat up, water evaporates, and clouds form. The clouds block solar light energy in the infra red (HEAT) bands, and bounce it back into space. When it cools off, it rains, and the sky is clear, once again. It is warmer under the clouds, while infrared energy radiating from earth is bounced back to earth. But, when the clouds are gone, the night sky radiates that heat back out into space and things cool off, and sometimes get very cold.

“Greenhouse gasses” do the same thing. But, we are only told half of the story. When the green house gasses form, Solar energy is reflected back into space AND radiant heat from the earth is reflected back to earth. Solar energy is also reflected back into space! This works TWO ways, whether mankind agrees with it, or not! When it gets too hot, fires start, and green house gasses become abundant. Plant production is favored on earth, and those gasses are reabsorbed into plant chemical bonds. The plants that are not consumed, or burned, become OIL.

When there is a lot of Rain and “Green House gasses”, the planet favors plant production, which is one of the first phases of OIL production. Since there was oil here before MAN, guess what? There have been warming cycles, caused by the sun, which produced the plants, and then the OIL.

There is no mystery. The earth gets hot, because the sun makes it so. The earth responds, and cools itself, protecting itself from overheating, and by producing plants and OIL. When it gets too hot, fires start and release green house gasses from those plants and OIL. And, the earth cools off again.

MAN has noting to do with any of those cycles. These cycles have existed since before man was a though process on earth!

Now, if we really want to create some POLLUTION, lets get busy making electronic “GREEN” devices. To do so, we have to concentrate a lot of very toxic substances, into small areas. Acids, Volatiles, Metals, and PLASTICS made from OIL are necessary to create electronic and electrical devices. How much lead are you willing to put up with in batteries? How much mercury?  How much Lithium? How much estrogenic chemical compounds used to harden plastics for circuit boards, and which are known to turn men effeminate, do you want in your water?

The “GREEN” problem is not MAN, it is STUPIDITY! Global Warming is not caused by MAN, it is caused by the SUN!

Let’s find safer ways to have our cake and eat it, too. We can start by getting the MORONS in charge, off the “GREEN “ bandwagon, and to stop toying with “Carbon Credits,” which were always and knowingly a fraud designed to enrich those promoting it, from the beginning. Government needs only tell industry to “take responsibility for your pollution”, and then get off it’s back with the regulations and taxing authorities. It needs to prosecute those who do not take that responsibility, and not tax every industry for the problem, when not all have contributed to that.  

And, the biggest MORON of all, AL GORE, needs to be jailed for promoting FRAUD!

PFT!!!

To answer your multiple questions:

When I ask for your permission to post your story, it is only published/posted here on my profile in CM. I will edit it and give you full credit for your story, unless you requested otherwise, as some have.

If it is a story that I wrote to your fantasies, then I, of course, do not need your permission to post it, as it is my own work.  I will not mention names in my stories, unless you request that I do so. You will often know it is yours, not only by the names, but only becasue that name is the letter yours started with.  T, for example might refer to a person named "Tom". Or,  it could also could mean, "transvestite", in general.

I will keep things vague and full of innuendo, much like that...I think we can all enjoy it better that way!

PFT!!!

Sub',

Would the implications of your last post be, that some, do not write with me in mind? What a terrible thought!

I do not want to be bothered with the details of how you go about it. When you get done, flush, for Christ's sakes! (Then wash your hands...) Only you, of course, know what amount of time you can devote to this.

The intent, is for you to explore your thoughts and desires, for you to delve deeply into your fantasies, and then for you to begin writing...

None the less, you may get busy with your submission(s) and then, just send me the story!

PFT!!!

This was cute:

DIVORCE AGREEMENT

Dear American liberals, leftists, social progressives, socialists, Marxists and
Obama supporters, et al:

We have stuck together since the late 1950's for the sake of the kids, but the
whole of this latest election process has made me realize that I want a divorce.
I know we tolerated each other for many years for the sake of future
generations, but sadly, this relationship has clearly run its course.

Our two ideological sides of America cannot and will not ever agree on what is
right for us all, so let's just end it on friendly terms. We can smile and chalk
it up to irreconcilable differences and go our own way.

Here is a model separation agreement:

--Our two groups can equitably divide up the country by landmass each taking a
similar portion. That will be the difficult part, but I am sure our two sides
can come to a friendly agreement. After that, it should be relatively easy! Our
respective representatives can effortlessly divide other assets since both sides
have such distinct and disparate tastes.

--We don't like redistributive taxes so you can keep them.

--You are welcome to the liberal judges and the ACLU.

--Since you hate guns and war, we'll take our firearms, the cops, the NRA, and
the military.

--We'll take the nasty, smelly, oil industry and you can go with wind, solar, and
biodiesel.

--You can keep Oprah , Michael Moore, and Rosie O'Donnell . You are, however,
responsible for finding a bio-diesel vehicle big enough to move all three of
them.

--We'll keep capitalism, greedy corporations, pharmaceutical companies,
Wal-Mart, and Wall Street.

--You can have your beloved lifelong welfare dwellers, food stamps, homeless,
homeboys, hippies, druggies, and illegal aliens.

--We'll keep the hot Alaskan hockey moms, greedy CEO's, and rednecks.

--We'll keep the Bibles and give you NBC and Hollywood .

--You can make nice with Iran and Palestine and we'll retain the right to
invade and hammer places that threaten us.

--You can have the peaceniks and war protesters. When our allies or our way of
life are under assault, we'll help provide them security.

--We'll keep our Judeo-Christian values.

--You are welcome to Islam, Scientology, Humanism, political correctness, and
Shirley McClain . You can also have the U.N. But we will no longer be paying the
bill.

--We'll keep the SUV's, pickup trucks, and oversized luxury cars. You can take
every Subaru station wagon you can find.

--You can give everyone healthcare if you can find any practicing doctors.

--We'll continue to believe healthcare is a luxury and not a right.

--We'll keep "The Battle Hymn of the Republic" and "The National Anthem."

--I'm sure you'll be happy to substitute "Imagine", "I'd Like to Teach the
World to Sing", " Kum Ba Ya", or "We Are the World".

--We'll practice trickle down economics and you can continue to give trickle up
poverty your best shot.

--Since it often so offends you, we'll keep our history, our name, and our
Flag.

Would you agree to this? If so, please pass it along to other like-minded
liberal and conservatives. In the spirit of friendly parting, I'll bet you'll be able to
answer which one of us will need whose help in 15 years.

Sincerely,
John J. Wall
Law Student and an American

P.S. Also, please take Ted Turner , Sean Penn , Martin Sheen , Barbara
Streisand , & Jane Fonda with you.

P.S.S. And, you won't have to, "press 1 for English", when you call our country.

That was an interesting question! "What do I get out of all this?"

The answer is simple "Writing practice!"

And what do you get out of all this? Well if there is no bullshit,  the story is really your own, or it is of interest to me, then you get a story uniquely written for you.

That is correct! And it didn't cost you a dime. And, you only get what you put into it...

Does that sound like a "win/win" to you? 

Oh, well maybe some of you need a "win/loose"!  (I'll be sure to write that in...)

PFT!!!

Cindy’really: (The whole thing, with changes…)

Part one:

T waited nervously out side Princess’s room.  He could barely hear her giving instructions to first girl. He enjoyed looking at the intricate detailing in the door panel, but wished he could hear better what was going on. He knew, that first girl liked to be very cruel to the other slaves, when carrying out Princess’s orders. And he hoped that she would not be doing much with him this evening. Finally, he heard Princess finish up and slap first girl, soundly on her ass, which was her signal for first girl to get busy on the tasks.  T pulled himself to attention and pretended to be doing nothing of the sort, short of eve’s dropping.

First girl yanked his leash, once she had cleared the door way. “Princess has some special plans for you!” She said,” smiling sadistically, “Come this way!” And, before T could turn, he realized that she was already pacing off down the hall, dragging him by his leash!

Upon arriving to the bath area which had been set aside for the slave’s communal use, First girl set to the task of preparing an enema. T knew what would be next and started taking his pants down.

The bath was nicely, if not lavishly, designed. There were 4 doors to private toilets, two bidet were set in place along one wall. There were two very large vanities with three sinks each and plenty of drawers and mirrors. And, there were two very large walk in showers, on either end of the room, which could easily accommodate 4 people a piece, with multiple sprays and jets on all three walls.

The cabinetry was done in rich cherry, and topped with a cream and sand cultured marble, the tiles that made up the floor were gray slate, slightly ruffed to prevent slipping by wet feet, and the bath and shower wall tiles matched the cabinet tops, every thing was trimmed out in polished brass. Polished, he knew, because it had been one of his first task assignments upon arriving.  But the breath taking part of this bath was the huge, partially, sunken hot tub in the center.  There was always plenty of arguing among the slaves, about who would get exclusive time in this.  

The enema was boring and uneventful. First girl didn’t poke and prod him, too roughly. And she only slapped him in back of his head twice this time, telling him how stupid he was, and unworthy of Princess. This he knew, but he did enjoy his time with Princess.  Finally, satisfied he was cleaned out, she directed him from the toilet to a bidet, and helped him clean up, and finally, inserted very large butt plug.

Thinking they were done, T started pulling his trousers up. But, first girl slapped him on top of the head, and scolded him. “What do you think you are doing? Huh? We aren’t done yet!” And, to his surprise, she grabbed him by his dick and pulled him to the vanity by it. “Hands!” She ordered. Presenting them to her, she filled them with shaving cream. He started to reach for his face and she slapped him on the head, again. “No!” She scolded, “your other head, dummy!” And she tapped him on the balls with her index finger.

“Oh, well!” T thought, “off it goes!” And, he lathered up. “Hey! This is not supposed to become a sex act for you!” First girl complained, before she, pulled his dick out to full length, and started on it with the disposable razor, scraping down the length to his belly, and none too carefully. “Ouch!” T complained, knowing it would do no good, first girl was to be obeyed as though the Princess had ordered it, and this he knew, too well! “Ohhh, that is going to bleed for a while,” he thought.

Finishing up, first girl ordered him to strip, and then dragged him by the leash to one of the lavish showers. There, she hung his leash by the loop on a hook installed there for that purpose. And, she tossed him the can of shaving cream and a couple of fresh razors.  “You have 15 minutes to take it all off, arms legs, and torso. And, do try, not to make a bloody mess of your self! I’d start with those fresh razors on your face, do one side with each. It will dull them just a little, and make it go sooo much more nicely, every where else you use them!” She cautioned, as she left him temporarily to do his task.

Finishing up on his face, and glad that a mirror had been installed in the shower for that purpose, he started on his chest, “Ouch!” he cried, as he nicked his nipple. After watching a stream of blood trickle down his chest, T decided it would be better to pull the nipple up with one hand, and shave around it, with the other. Satisfied that his chest and arm pits were clean,  T began on his legs, glad that there were benches built into the shower, specifically for that purpose.

T enjoyed the pulsating shower jets on his back for a few seconds, and just before first girl walked in on him. “Goofing off again?” She asked, expecting no answer. T got a frightened look on his face, and shook his head “no”.  First girl slammed the jets off, and inspected him. “What a bloody fucking mess you are! Gads! What did you use, a god damned butcher knife?” T did have a couple of tiny nicks, the nipple cut being the worst, but over all, he though he had done a good job. First girl lathered up one of his calves with soapy suds, and expertly shaved the backs, where he actually did not do a very good job. When she finished up, she smacked him, hard, with her flat palm, right on the bare ass. “Ok, hose off! Get dried! And, put your clothes back on,” She ordered. “Three minutes!”

Back in one of Princess’s play rooms, the one all done up in pink, with a huge vanity, and several closets, first girl and Princess eyed T, while he stood nervously.  They mumbled back and forth, some times mildly nodding agreement, some times shaking them in dissent.

While, the women were doing their thing, T noticed that Princess was dressed up in a James Bond style Tuxedo, and glossy black leather pumps. “Very hot!” T thought as he watched her move about the room. Her hair was pulled in to a very tight bun behind her head, and glossy with hair gel. And she had carefully and artfully penciled in heavy brows and mustache. But, the European cut of her suit was exaggerated, just enough, to let every one know, she was all woman, underneath.

Finally, Princess decided on what she wanted. She instructed, as first girl dashed back and forth between closets and dressers, “The white leather mini with the frills, the deep cut, fluffy, dark pink satin blouse, the  red and black leather belt, and matching nose bleed (5”) Stilettos, black fish nets…and the pink corset. Yes, I think that will do it! No! Get the black satin lace push up bra, with the black thong, the one with the extra frills in the ass.” Princess and first girl organized the things on the huge canopy bed in the center of the room.” Yes, excellent! These will do!”  T, looked on in amazement. “Strip!” Princess ordered. She made him put on the frilly thong, first.

After agreeing upon a wig, it seemed like they had spent hours working on his face. Six different shades of lipstick later, they finally agreed they had found “the one”. They had completely washed his face off with cold cream, three times, and started over. But, finally, they both agreed, and Princess applauded her, “Finito! First girl, you have out done your self! ” She pinched first girl on the ass, to a resounding “ouch!”

And, then she turned T in his seat, so he could have a look at him self in the mirror. T took in a deep long breath. He could not recognize the beautiful woman, which was sitting before him. “Noooo,” he whispered, so filled with awe and emotion that he almost began crying. He could see that he had a figure like an hour glass! And, he also had a face that would stop traffic! First girl whispered in his ear, “If you start crying, and wreck all that work, I am going to kill you!”

“Hey!” Princess teased first girl, “I just picked up this really hot looking bitch, would you like to take her out to dinner, fuck her first, or just beat her?” And, she winked at first girl. First girl grinned from ear to ear, while she replied, “Ma’am, I think you should keep that one for your self, she is way too hot, for me!” And, they all laughed.

At the car port, Princess had held out her arm for T and he took it. Now appreciatively understanding, on wobbly pumps, why men did this for women. Princess helped T into the back of the limo, and followed him, first girl closed the door behind them, and took her place, all dressed for the part, behind the wheel….

*Stay tuned, for part two…there is more to cum’…*

Cindy’really:

Part two:

Squirming in the cream colored leather back seat of the Lincoln limo, T wondered about the frilly thong. There were two shiny metal bits in the crotch, right on either side of his perineum. And there was a small flat box box at the back near his tail bone. It was not uncomfortable, or any thing like that, just unusual. T was glad to have the glass of wine, Princess had just passed him.

The trip was uneventful. Starting to get dark out, there was not much to see, save a few of Princess’s horses running in their paddock and trying to catch up with the limo, on the journey out from her country estate, and into town.

First girl pulled into a well lighted place, somewhere off the beaten path in town, with white marble columns all about, waterfalls spouting from under the building in front, and into lighted pools on either side of the stairs to the grand entrance. Foot servants, prepared to assist with the limo, were standing at attention as the limo pulled in.  One opened the door on Princess’ side and commented, “Princess (something in French that T could neither pronounce, nor understand), we have been awaiting your arrival! Your reservations are in order, and the Maître’ D, will seat you immediately...”

A handsome young man, dressed in fine livery, appeared the door on T’s side, opened it, and reached in, offering his hand to T. “Ma’Dame, may I assist you?” He politely asked.  Hearing “Ma’Dame” for the first time, slightly embarrassed T. But, he smiled gently to himself, hoping that his blush went unnoticed. And he took the offered hand, wobbling on his heels as he tried, as gracefully as he could, to exit the vehicle.  The handsome foot servant smiled gently at T, and offered him his arm after he had closed the door. And, they walked around the car and up the fine marble stairs leading to the grand entrance.  T noticed he was nearly a foot taller than the foot servant.  And, Princess was waiting for him, at the top, with an offered arm.

Inside an elaborate chandelier twinkled, and lighted the entry, exquisitely. The wall beyond the huge door way was done in rough hewn marbles, with more water cascading down it, to a huge indoor pond filled Koi and trout, and frogs, many of which followed the patrons about, as if they were about to be fed by them.  At various places, along the pond’s edges, were patina’ed mermaids, sitting on huge rocks, emptying the contents of their amphora into the pond. Some smiled at the fish, others teased them with their flippers, and some reached into the pond with their hands, as though to scoop water back into their overflowing, amphora.

Princess walked T over the black lacquered oriental bridge, past the entry pond, following the Maître’ D. Inside, huge marble slabs hung near large, well padded rich brown and gold leather booths, like lily pads, floating above the glass floor, while fish and other aquatics swam beneath them, in a gently lighted and flickering bath. All along the walls, and about the bar, were various flowering water plants, hanging in random pools, and water falls. Tiny lights hung at various levels, twinkling on and off, looking very much like fireflies mating. Above, a full moon gently shimmered, as soft clouds lazily floated along the black ceiling. The effect was that of creating several private nooks for seating at a fairy tale pond for the patrons.

In the center of the huge room was a beautifully piled, set of marble rocks, flattened and polished on top, creating a lavish bar, with several cattail styled chairs poised at random spots about it.  Tending this, behind the rocks, was a beautiful, buck some, and quite toppless, nymp with a huge fresh water flower in her long, flowing, golden brown hair.  Some of the waiters with their big bellies, dressed in green tuxedos, and with a towel neatly draped over one arm, moving from the bar to the diners, rather looked to T like huge frogs walking about the place, and balancing their trays.  

One of the “frogs” delivered menus, and stood by, waiting for drink orders. Princess ordered wine to start off with. All the while, as she was viewing the menu, the “frog” darted his tongue out at T. But, when Princess looked up, he pretended like he was only gently licking his lips.  Once, the wine order had been placed, Princess cautioned the waiter, “Franz’! Will you quit teasing my date?” “Ahhh, but Ma’dame, we have not been introduced, may I ask your lovely date’s name?” T blushed once again. “Oh, please excuse my rudeness, Franz! This is Cindy” At this, Franz, knowing Princess's tastes were odd, raised an eyebrow.  Princess continued, “Really!”

Once the trivialities had completed, and Franz had departed to the bar, Princess placed an odd key fob looking device on the table, and looked at T for a few moments. “Oh, you are so going to get fucked tonight!” Princess promised. T became nervous, and squirmed uncomfortably on his butt plug. Princess continued to eye T down. having not been accustomed to so much eye contact, T lowered his and blushed “I think, you will enjoy this,” Princess explained, pressing one of the buttons on the fob. A slow, undulating sensation, rolled through T’s crotch. It so startled him that he jumped involuntarily and squirmed some more in the booth. Princess patted his T’s hand and spoke soothingly, “relax, I know it is strange for you, but settle down, now, that is a good boi, there, very good…” T regained his composure, but worried that the resulting erection would flip right through his thong and lift the short skirt he was wearing. He was glad that only the fishes would know for sure.  Just when he thought he could stand it no longer, Princess hit another button, and it switched off.  T blushed, a deep red, nervously touched his hair, breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly looked about the room, hoping, and finding, that no one was watching. Through out dinner, Princess would tease him about later, and surprise him with this electrical device, again, and again.

Franz returned with two glasses of wine, and, chatted with Princess, while she examined the menu. Every now and then, when he thought Princess was not looking, he continued flirting with T. Which, made T rather nervous. So, T sipped at his wine and tried to ignore Franz. “And, the specials tonight?” Princess asked. “Why Ma’dame! You know, that at Palais, zeee Escargot is always especial!” Franz explained “Yes Franz, but of course!” Princess replied, looking at T, noticing his confusion. “Snails?” She asked T, but he only made a wry face. Looking down through the floor, and watching a huge trout swim by, Franz explained, “Too, Ma’Dame, we always have zee frreshest of fish!“

Not seeing any recognizable signals in T’s expression, Princess began her order, “Ok, I will order something good for you, Cindy…We’ll have the (something in French again) for appetizers, and (more French)…” Once she had completed the order, and their “frog” was hoping off to the kitchen, T raised an eyebrow. Noticing, Princess explained, “I ordered you frog’s legs.” T creased his brows. “They are delicious! I am sure you will enjoy them!” And, she chuckled, “…tastes just like chicken…” Then she hit the button on the fob….

*Stay tuned, for part three…there is still, more to cum’…*

Part thee:

Dinner tasted much better than T had imagined it would. Princess had him so horny thinking about “later”. And his dick was so hard during most of the evening. The electrical device had his pre cum already dripping. Princess continued to talk about haw hard her little slut was going to get fucked, and then popped him off the seat by triggering the device.

Once they were back at the country estate, the kid gloves came off.  First girl was prompt to leash T by the neck and all but drag him from the back seat. Princess was off like a shot to the play room, with Thing one and Thing two close on her heals. First girl commented, before Princess was out of ear shot, “I think, we should just beat him!” T heart raced, and his palms became sweaty.

In the play room, Things one and two were quick to hook T up to cuffs and hobble, and then by these to suspension cables. Before T could complain, a ball gag was inserted.  All the while, Princess was helping first girl into her strapon.

Princess caressed T’s face while she watched his eyes. “Oh you are so ready for this aren’t you? You want it so badly, don’t you?” She teased, and T nodded. She pressed the buttons on the suspension controls and T’s feet were raised as his hands were lowered. His weight was nicely distributed between the harness, cuffs and hobbles. And his legs were splayed out wide. Princess flipped up T’s short skirt, and ripped the black frilly thong off of him.

As his face approached the floor, he was stopped, his eyes right at strapon on level. First girl, was standing there in front of him, with the hugest black silicon cock he had ever seen! First girl teased, “You are going to love my “big black boy!” And, after tweaking her hips, and smacking him in the face with it, she went behind, popped his butt plug, and greased up his ass.  The damned thing was so fucking big, that as soon as First girl rammed it in, he blew the biggest fucking load that he had ever popped off!

About an hour, and three of first girl’s orgasms, later… T thought his ass was thoroughly wrecked, for life.  “I told you!” Princess teased, that you were going to get fucked hard! First girl has been saving that up for a month!” She laughed. First girl sat on a couch, sipping a cold drink, looking worn out, and sweat soaked, and her hair a sweaty mess. Princess worked the controls and brought T back to his feet.  Things one and two started carefully stripping his clothes off.  Princess removed the gag, and helped T to some fluids, while he greedily drank. “Oh, you have been such a good boi tonight, T, that we have something special for you! First girl! We need to find a ‘glass slipper’ for T. See if we have one that fits!” Bounding off the couch, first girl replied, “Yes ma’am! I think we have a tiny little thing…”

First girl handed the device to Princess. It was made of clear plastic, and it slipped over his balls and totally contained his tiny cock. Princess snapped the tiny brass luggage lock shut on it. “Well, “Cindy, really,” that slipper seems to fit!” First girl chuckled at T, while Princess whispered to Things one and two, instructions.

The last hobble was removed, and T was helped by one and two, to his new sleeping arrangements, a 3x3x6’ cage with a nice soft mattress, covered in leather, on top of it. To his surprise, the Things pulled up the bars on one side, and tossed him in! Princess, slammed the bars home and latched them, once T was safe inside. The things bowed to princess and went off to their other duties. T looked sadly up at Princess, through the bars. She smiled down at him, while she stripped off her clothes, and gave him his “good night! Cindy, really!” 

Princes and First girl, now stripped of her strap on,  took over the “top bunk”.  “Oh, ya!” Princess exclaimed, ”lick my pussy, good!”

Their love making would keep T awake for a few more hours…

PFT!!!

Of course you don't understand women. Sometimes they can't even explain themselves. But often their secrets are universal, like these 21 things she wishes you knew:

1. Please listen to me. Not because what I'm about to say will rock your world, but because listening is a sign of respect that rocks my world.

2. Women speak a different dialect than men. For example, "I'm fine" means "I'm so not fine," just as "No dessert for me" means "I'll be polishing off yours."

3. Remember, PMS stands for "physical and mental stress." So let me cry freely, behave irrationally, and eat your dessert. My mood swings are hormonal, not personal.

4. Manicures and pedicures are a woman's gift to her man. I love looking pretty for you. The time to worry is when I stop going for them.

5. Always tell me when I look hot; never tell me when I don't. And don't forget: I need 20 compliments to offset one thoughtless remark.

6. I remember the shirt you were wearing when you first said, "I love you." The fact that you don't makes me question whether you meant it.

7. I loved you long before I told you. Playing the long game is in a woman's DNA. We don't throw a Hail Mary in the first quarter. (And you thought we didn't know football.)

8. Of course you're the best lover I've ever had. All others cease to exist when I fall in love.

9. I'll never tell you my true number. Never, never, never! Besides, see #8.

10. I read your horoscope every day.

11. I secretly delight when the maitre d' slips up and calls us "Mr. and Mrs."

12. Yes, my girlfriend knows what we did last night. We share everything, including that.

13. Make me laugh and I'm happy. Laugh at yourself and I'm all yours.

14. A little jealousy is good if (a) no kneecaps are broken and (b) you don't cross-examine me to exhaustion. The right balance shows you care, and it's even flattering.

15. I don't withhold sex to punish you. Sometimes I just need to be left alone but, at the same time, not left alone. And no, I can't explain that.

16. You are irresistible: freshly showered, doing something sporty or strenuous, smiling, charming the old lady from the third floor, suited, reading the business section, DIY-ing...

17. "Do you want flowers?" kills the romantic gesture. Don't ask, just do.

18. I'll probably be late — because I'm preening for you. At least that's how I reason. My reasoning skills are phenomenal!

19. If you cheat, I may not break up with you. But you'll wish I had.

20. I once kissed a girl and liked the taste of her cherry ChapStick. No, I didn't. That's your fantasy. I’m sincerely, sorry.

21. I feel lucky to have you, and I hope you feel the same. You can't have it all unless you have someone to share it with.

(Public Domain, author unknown)

Cindy’really:

Part two:

Squirming in the cream colored leather back seat of the Lincoln limo, T wondered about the frilly thong. There were two shiny metal bits in the crotch, right on either side of his perineum. And there was a small flat box box at the back near his tail bone. It was not uncomfortable, or any thing like that, just unusual. T was glad to have the glass of wine, Princess had just passed him.

The trip was uneventful. Being dark out, there was not much to see, save a few of Princes’s horses running in their paddock and trying to catch up with the limo, on the journey out from her country estate, and into town.

First girl pulled into a well lighted place, somewhere off the beaten path, with white marble columns all about, waterfalls spouting from under the building in front, and into lighted pools on either side of the stairs to the grand entrance. Foot servants, prepared to assist with the limo, were standing at attention as the limo pulled in.  One opened the door on Princess’ side and commented, “Princess (something in French that T could neither pronounce, nor understand), we have been awaiting your arrival! Your reservations are in order, and the Maître’ D, will seat you immediately...”

A handsome young man, dressed in fine livery, appeared the door on T’s side, opened it, and reached in, offering his hand to T. “Ma’Dame, may I assist you?” He politely asked.  Hearing “Ma’Dame” for the first time, slightly embarrassed T. But, he smiled gently to himself, hoping that his blush went unnoticed. And he took the offered hand, wobbling on his heels as he tried, as gracefully as he could, to exit the vehicle.  The handsome foot servant smiled gently at T, and offered him his arm after he had closed the door. And, they walked around the car and up the fine marble stairs leading to the grand entrance.  T noticed he was nearly a foot taller than the foot servant.  And, Princess was waiting for him, a the top, with an offered arm.

Inside an elaborate chandelier twinkled, and lighted the entry, exquisitely. The wall beyond the huge door way was done in rough hewn marbles, with more water cascading down it, to a huge indoor pond filled Koi and trout, and frogs, many of which followed the patrons about, as if they were about to be fed by them.  At various places, along the pond’s edges were patina’ed mermaids, sitting on huge rocks, emptying the contents of their amphora into the pond. Some smiled at the fish, others teased them with their flippers, and some reached into the pond with their hands, as though to scoop water back into their overflowing, amphora.

Princess walked T over the black lacquered oriental bridge, past the entry pond, following the Maître’ D. Inside, huge marble slabs hung near large, well padded rich brown and gold leather booths, like lily pads, floating above the glass floor, while fish and other aquatics swam beneath them, in a gently lighted and flickering bath, and where ever they would. All along the walls and about the bar were various flowering water plants, hanging in random places. Tiny lights hung at various levels, twinkling on and off, looking very much like fireflies mating. Above, a full moon gently shimmered, as soft clouds lazily floated along the black ceiling. The effect was that of creating several private nooks for seating at a fairy tale pond for the patrons.

In the center of the huge  room was a beautifully piled, set of marble rocks, flattened and polished on top, creating a lavish bar, with several cattail styled chairs poised at random spots about it.  Tending this, behind the rocks, was a beautiful, buck some, and quite toppless, nymp with a huge fresh water flower in her long, flowing, golden brown hair.  Some of the waiters with their big bellies, dressed in green tuxedos, and with a towel neatly draped over one arm, moving from the bar to the diners, rather looked to T like huge frogs walking about the place, and balancing their trays.  

One of the “frogs” delivered menus, and stood by, waiting for drink orders,  Princess ordered wine to start off with. All the while, as she was  viewing the menu, the “frog” darted his tongue out at T. But, when Princess looked up, he pretended like he was only gently licking his lips.  Once, the wine order had been placed, Princess cautioned the waiter, “Franz’! Will you quit teasing my date?” “Ahhh, but Ma’dame, we have not been introduced, may I ask your lovely date’s name?” T blushed once again. “Oh, please excuse my rudeness, Franz! This is Cindy” At this, Franz, knowing Princess's tastes were odd,  raised an eyebrow.  Princess continued, “Really!”

Once the trivialities had completed, and Franz had departed to the bar, Princess placed an odd key fob looking device on the table, and looked at T for a few moments. T became nervous, having not been accustomed to so much eye contact. “I think, you will enjoy this,” Princess explained, pressing one of the buttons on the fob. A slow, undulating sensation, rolled through T’s crotch. It so startled him, that he jumped involuntarily and squirmed in the booth. Princess patted his T’s hand and spoke soothingly, “relax, I know it is strange for you, but settle down, now, that is a good boi, there, very good…” T regained his composure, but worried that the resulting erection would flip right through his thong and lift the short skirt he was wearing. He was glad that only the fishes would know for sure.  Just when he thought he could stand it no longer, Princess hit another button, and it switched off.  T blushed a deep red, nervously touched his hair, breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly looked about the room, hoping, and finding, that no one was watching. Through out dinner, Princess would surprise him with this, again and again.

Franz returned with two glasses of wine, and, chatted with Princess, while she examined the menu. Every now and then, when he thought Princess was not looking, he flirted with T. Which,  made T rather nervous, so he sipped at his wine. “And, the specials tonight?” Princess asked. “Why Ma’dame! You know, that at Palais, zeee Escargot is always especial!” Franz explained “Yes Franz, but of course!” Princess replied, looking at T, noticing his confusion. “Snails?” She asked T, but he only made a wry face. Looking down through the floor, and watching a huge trout swim by, Franz explained, “Too, Ma’Dame, we always have zee freshest of fish!“

Not seeing any recognizable signals in T’s expression, Princess began her order, “Ok, I will order something good for you, Cindy…We’ll have the (something in French again) for appetizers, and (more French)…” Once she had completed the order, and their “frog” was hoping off to the kitchen, T raised an eyebrow. Noticing, Princess explained, “I ordered you frog’s legs.” T creased his brows. “They are delicious! I am sure you will enjoy them!” And, she chuckled, “…tastes just like chicken…” Then she hit the button on the fob….

*Stay tuned, for part three…there is still, more to cum’…*

PFT!!!

A bunny's tail...

Princess,

A nice lil journal that you have got going there ....thanks for inspiring and sharing it ....

TB

TB,

Bitta' Shorn, *curtsies*

With regard,

PrncessFairyTail

Princess,

* * twisted bunny fluffs up his tail ....straightens his whiskers ..... and has a quick shot of the local  anti -myxomatosis  brew ***

Borrowing a pen from the Mad hatter he turns his thoughts towards Florida, in general, and Priceless Princess Fairy tail in particular >>>>>

Dearly beloved ,

Thank you for your best curtsy and courtesies ,

Of course I was very impressed that you managed to type your German with a local accent.

Enjoy your Sunday! And, please remember, that I am a vegetarian, not because I love the other animals, but because I hate plants . 

Now where did I put those carrots ? 

Wishing you the best weekend ever .Well, except that one when as a teenager you got really drunk and ....well, you know .

Anyway, apart from that one I wish you the best weekend ever and ever .....

Amen 

TB x

TB,

Cute letter, may I post it? Don't you just love it, when eating  the veggies, they  scream?

With regard,

PrncessFairyTail

Good afternight Fairly tall and priceless Princess, 

Repost if that’s what you feel to do , Though ' Why oh why ' would you want to repost those words are beyond me , as they are all about fun and very little to do with BDSM. There again maybe there is something about 'the lifestyle ' that I am missing .Wanna student ? 

Yours tongue in cheekily  ( noooo not that cheek )

TB xxx

PS ...do you believe in Love at first type ?

TB,

Sounds to me like you would really rather have it between the buns, hun'.  And, actually, "I'm really feeling rather small," have you a bit of cake to eat?  So, your BDSM should not be fun? "And, you would rather be all mussed up down here, no longer up there?"

For me it starts in the mind. If I like the tale, then, perhaps, I wouldn't mind... 

And, to answer your question, contrary wise, that is not at all, indeed! Type casting, phooey!

With regard,

PrncessFairyTail

PrncessFairyTail ,

 Between the buns .....doncha know ma cute lil starfish is still a veeergin .....well now you dooo ..... "curiouser and curiouser", said Alice ...... 

Ha ! What is fun my friend? Yes, what is fun ? ......And yes, you are right that it all starts in the mind ..... This is something I practice daily in my martial arts training ..... but thats another story for another day . 

Shame that you aren't here for a chat over a croissant for break’y ....soooo much easier than typing letters onto a screen . 

Here have a couple of shots so that you can visualize into your fantasy who it is that you are talking with.

Goodnight Miss Tale ,

warm regards ( regarding 

TB

A rose(bud), by any other name, Butt, does it taste as sweet? Good night, sweet prince…

PFT!!!

* First girl enters, and places her head low to the floor, before sitting up right on her knees, and address all who care to hear her* Princess did say she would post stories, if she found  one worth writing to. T was selected this week, and so I present you with part one of his story...*first girl bows low to the floor, once again, and then gracefully backs out from the room*

Cindy’really:

Part one:

T waited nervously out side Princess’s room.  He could barely hear her giving instructions to first girl. He enjoyed looking at the intricate detailing in the door panel, but wished he could hear better what was going on. He knew, that first girl liked to be very cruel to the other slaves, when carrying out Princess’s orders. And he hoped that she would not be doing much with him this evening. Finally, he heard Princess finish up and slap first girl, soundly on her ass, which was her signal for first girl to get busy on the tasks.  T pulled himself to attention and pretended to be doing nothing of the sort, short of eve’s dropping.

First girl yanked his leash, once she had cleared the door way. “Princess has some special plans for you!” She said,” smiling sadistically, “Come this way!” And, before T could turn, he realized that she was already pacing off down the hall, dragging him by his leash!

Upon arriving to the bath area which had been set aside for the slave’s communal use, First girl set to the task of preparing an enema. T knew what would be next and started taking his pants down.

The bath was nicely, if not lavishly, designed. There were 4 doors to private toilets,  two bidet were set in place along one wall. There were two very large vanities with three sinks each and plenty of drawers and mirrors. And, there were two very large walk in showers, on either end of the room, which could easily accommodate 4 people a piece, and with multiple sprays and jets on all three walls.

The cabinetry was done in rich cherry, and topped with a cream and sand cultured marble, the tiles that made up the floor were gray slate, slightly ruffed to prevent slipping by wet feet, and the bath and shower wall tiles matched the cabinet tops, every thing was trimmed out in polished brass. Polished, he knew, because it had been one of his first task assignments upon arriving.  But the breath taking part of this bath was the huge, partially, sunken hot tub in the center.  There was always plenty of arguing among the slaves, about who would get exclusive time in this.  

The enema was boring and uneventful. First girl didn’t poke and prod him, too roughly. And she only slapped him in back of his head twice this time, telling him how stupid he was, and unworthy of Princess. This he knew, but he did enjoy his time with Princess.  Finally, satisfied he was cleaned out, she directed him from the toilet to a bidet, and helped him clean up, and finally, inserting a very large butt plug.

Thinking they were done with enema, T started pulling his trousers up, but first girl slapped him on top of the head, and scolded him. “What do you think you are doing? Huh? We aren’t done yet!” And, to his surprise, she grabbed him by his dick and pulled him to the vanity by it. “Hands!” She ordered. Presenting them to her, she filled them with shaving cream. He started to reach for his face and she slapped him on the head again. “No!” She scolded, “your other head, dummy!” And she tapped him on the balls with her index finger.

“Oh, well!” T thought, “off it goes!” And, he lathered up. “Hey! This is not supposed to become a sex act for you!” First girl complained, before she, pulled his dick out to full length, and started on  it with the disposable razor, scraping down the length to his belly, and none too carefully. “Ouch!” T complained, knowing it would do no good, first girl was to be obeyed as though the Princess had ordered it, and this he knew, too well! “Ohhh, that is going to bleed for a while,” he thought.

Finishing up, first girl ordered him to strip, then dragged him by the leash to one of the lavish showers. There, she, she hung his leash by the loop on a hook installed there for that purpose. And, she tossed him the can of shaving cream and a couple of fresh razors.  “You have 15 minutes to take it all off, arms legs, and torso. And, do try, not to make a bloody mess of your self! I’d start with those fresh razors on your face, do one side with each. It will dull them just a little, and make it go sooo much more nicely, every where else you use them!” She cautioned, as she left him temporarily to do his task.

Finishing up on his face, and glad that a mirror had been installed in the shower for that purpose, he started on his chest, “Ouch!” he cried, as he nicked his nipple. After watching a stream of blood trickle down his chest, T decided it would be better to pull the nipple up with one hand, and shave around it, with the other. Satisfied that his chest and arm pits were clean,  T began on his legs, glad that there were benches in the shower, specifically for that purpose.

T enjoyed the pulsating shower jets on his back for a few seconds, and just before first girl walked in on him. “Goofing off again?” She asked, expecting no answer. T got a frightened look on his face, and shook his head “no”.  First girl slammed the jets off, and inspected him. “What a bloody fucking mess you are! Gads! What did you use, a godammed butcher knife?” T did have a couple of tiny nicks, the nipple cut being the worst, but over all, he though he had done a good job. First girl lathered up one of his calves with soapy suds, and expertly shaved the backs, where he actually did not do a very good job. When she finished up, she smacked him, hard, with her flat palm, right on the bare ass. “Ok, hose off! Get dried! And, put your clothes back on,” She ordered. “Three minutes!”

Back in one of Princess’s play rooms, the one all done up in pink, with a huge vanity, and several closets,  first girl and Princess eyed T, while he stood nervously.  They mumbled back and forth, some time mildly nodding agreement, some times shaking them in dissent.

While, the women were doing their thing, T noticed that Princess was dressed up in a James Bond style Tuxedo, and glossy black leather pumps. “Very hot!” T thought as he watched her move about the room. Her hair was pulled in to a very tight bun behind her head, and glossy with hair gel. And she had carefully and artfully penciled in brows and mustache. But, the European cut of her suit was exaggerated, just enough, to let every one know, she was all woman, underneath.

Finally, Princess decided on what she wanted. She instructed, as first girl dashed back and forth between closets and dressers, “The white leather mini with the frills, the deep cut, fluffy, dark pink satin blouse, the  red and black leather belt, and matching nose bleed (5”) Stilettos, black fish nets…and the pink corset. Yes, I think that will do it! No! Get the black satin thong, the one with the frills on the ass.” Princess and first girl organized the things on the huge canopy bed in the center of the room.” Yes, excellent! These will do!”  T, looked on in amazement. “Strip!” Princess ordered. She made him put on the frilly thong, first.

After agreeing upon a wig, it seemed like they had spent hours working on his face. Six different shades of lipstick later, they finally agreed they had found “the one”. They had completely washed his face off with cold cream, three times, and started over. But, finally, they both agreed, and Princess applauded her, “Finito! First girl, you have out done your self! ” She pinched first girl on the ass, to a resounding “ouch!”

And, then she turned T in his seat, so he could have a look at him self in the mirror. T took in a deep long breath. He could not recognize the beautiful woman, which was sitting before him. “Noooo,” he whispered, so filled with awe and emotion that he almost began crying. He could see that he had a figure like an hour glass! And, he also had a face that would stop traffic! First girl whispered in his ear, “If you start crying, and wreck all that work, I am going to kill you!”

“Hey!” Princess teased first girl, “I just picked up this really hot looking bitch, would you like to take her out to dinner, or just beat her?” And, she winked at first girl. First girl grinned from ear to ear, while she replied, “Ma’am, I think you should keep that one for your self, she is way too hot, for me!” And, they all laughed.

At the car port, Princess had held out her arm for T and he took it. Now appreciatively understanding, on wobbly pumps, why men did this for women. Princess helped T into the back of the limo, and followed him, first girl closed the door behind them, and took her place, all dressed for the part, behind the wheel….

*Stay tuned, for part two…there is more to cum’…*

Part two:

Squirming in the cream colored leather back seat of the Lincoln limo, T wondered about the frilly thong. There were two shiny metal bits in the crotch, right on either side of his perineum. And there was a small flat box box at the back near his tail bone. It was not uncomfortable, or any thing like that, just unusual. T was glad to have the glass of wine, Princess had just passed him.

The trip was uneventful. Being dark out, there was not much to see, save a few of Princes’s horses running in their paddock and trying to catch up with the limo, on the journey out from her country estate, and into town.

First girl pulled into a well lighted place, somewhere off the beaten path, with white marble columns all about, waterfalls spouting from under the building in front, and into lighted pools on either side of the stairs to the grand entrance. Foot servants, prepared to assist with the limo, were standing at attention as the limo pulled in.  One opened the door on Princess’ side and commented, “Princess (something in French that T could neither pronounce, nor understand), we have been awaiting your arrival! Your reservations are in order, and the Maître’ D, will seat you immediately...”

A handsome young man, dressed in fine livery, appeared the door on T’s side, opened it, and reached in, offering his hand to T. “Ma’Dame, may I assist you?” He politely asked.  Hearing “Ma’Dame” for the first time, slightly embarrassed T. But, he smiled gently to himself, hoping that his blush went unnoticed. And he took the offered hand, wobbling on his heels as he tried, as gracefully as he could, to exit the vehicle.  The handsome foot servant smiled gently at T, and offered him his arm after he had closed the door. And, they walked around the car and up the fine marble stairs leading to the grand entrance.  T noticed he was nearly a foot taller than the foot servant.  And, Princess was waiting for him, a the top, with an offered arm.

Inside an elaborate chandelier twinkled, and lighted the entry, exquisitely. The wall beyond the huge door way was done in rough hewn marbles, with more water cascading down it, to a huge indoor pond filled Koi and trout, and frogs, many of which followed the patrons about, as if they were about to be fed by them.  At various places, along the pond’s edges were patina’ed mermaids, sitting on huge rocks, emptying the contents of their amphora into the pond. Some smiled at the fish, others teased them with their flippers, and some reached into the pond with their hands, as though to scoop water back into their overflowing, amphora.

Princess walked T over the black lacquered oriental bridge, past the entry pond, following the Maître’ D. Inside, huge marble slabs hung near large, well padded rich brown and gold leather booths, like lily pads, floating above the glass floor, while fish and other aquatics swam beneath them, in a gently lighted and flickering bath, and where ever they would. All along the walls and about the bar were various flowering water plants, hanging in random places. Tiny lights hung at various levels, twinkling on and off, looking very much like fireflies mating. Above, a full moon gently shimmered, as soft clouds lazily floated along the black ceiling. The effect was that of creating several private nooks for seating at a fairy tale pond for the patrons.

In the center of the huge  room was a beautifully piled, set of marble rocks, flattened and polished on top, creating a lavish bar, with several cattail styled chairs poised at random spots about it.  Tending this, behind the rocks, was a beautiful, buck some, and quite toppless, nymp with a huge fresh water flower in her long, flowing, golden brown hair.  Some of the waiters with their big bellies, dressed in green tuxedos, and with a towel neatly draped over one arm, moving from the bar to the diners, rather looked to T like huge frogs walking about the place, and balancing their trays.  

One of the “frogs” delivered menus, and stood by, waiting for drink orders,  Princess ordered wine to start off with. All the while, as she was  viewing the menu, the “frog” darted his tongue out at T. But, when Princess looked up, he pretended like he was only gently licking his lips.  Once, the wine order had been placed, Princess cautioned the waiter, “Franz’! Will you quit teasing my date?” “Ahhh, but Ma’dame, we have not been introduced, may I ask your lovely date’s name?” T blushed once again. “Oh, please excuse my rudeness, Franz! This is Cindy” At this, Franz, knowing Princess's tastes were odd,  raised an eyebrow.  Princess continued, “Really!”

Once the trivialities had completed, and Franz had departed to the bar, Princess placed an odd key fob looking device on the table, and looked at T for a few moments. T became nervous, having not been accustomed to so much eye contact. “I think, you will enjoy this,” Princess explained, pressing one of the buttons on the fob. A slow, undulating sensation, rolled through T’s crotch. It so startled him, that he jumped involuntarily and squirmed in the booth. Princess patted his T’s hand and spoke soothingly, “relax, I know it is strange for you, but settle down, now, that is a good boi, there, very good…” T regained his composure, but worried that the resulting erection would flip right through his thong and lift the short skirt he was wearing. He was glad that only the fishes would know for sure.  Just when he thought he could stand it no longer, Princess hit another button, and it switched off.  T blushed a deep red, nervously touched his hair, breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly looked about the room, hoping, and finding, that no one was watching. Through out dinner, Princess would surprise him with this, again and again.

Franz returned with two glasses of wine, and, chatted with Princess, while she examined the menu. Every now and then, when he thought Princess was not looking, he flirted with T. Which,  made T rather nervous, so he sipped at his wine. “And, the specials tonight?” Princess asked. “Why Ma’dame! You know, that at Palais, zeee Escargot is always especial!” Franz explained “Yes Franz, but of course!” Princess replied, looking at T, noticing his confusion. “Snails?” She asked T, but he only made a wry face. Looking down through the floor, and watching a huge trout swim by, Franz explained, “Too, Ma’Dame, we always have zee freshest of fish!“

Not seeing any recognizable signals in T’s expression, Princess began her order, “Ok, I will order something good for you, Cindy…We’ll have the (something in French again) for appetizers, and (more French)…” Once she had completed the order, and their “frog” was hoping off to the kitchen, T raised an eyebrow. Noticing, Princess explained, “I ordered you frog’s legs.” T creased his brows. “They are delicious! I am sure you will enjoy them!” And, she chuckled, “…tastes just like chicken…” Then she hit the button on the fob….

*Stay tuned, for part three…there is still more to cum’…*

PFT!!!

The potential sub noticed her whip out a hand stamp and a huge red ink pad. She frantically inked the stamp, and then very violently smacked it on his recent rendition of e-speak, that communicated nothing, but the fact that, “his tongue was hanging out...”

"Reject!!!"

PFT!!!

Since, you asked...Now that it is over, my day goes well. All the scurrying about for three days to get things ready for a trip , finally came to an abrupt end, once I had discovered that AA changed up 2 of my flights and did not bother to notify me. I was unable to reschedule my connections. And so, every thing was then in readiness, to be cancelled.

After a few hours on the phone and computer, then a couple taking a nap, all reservations are null and void, most of my deposits are returned, and my day is over, with me calm. I'm not happy with AA, but I am calm. How long that remains to be true, will be decided by the weekend, as the current hurricane passes through.

Maybe, I'll go to Vegas instead...

Potential Sub, I am not looking for a young sub. And, while I see your type of story often, did you bother to write one for me? All I asked for, was a story! A fairy tail!

Is there any thing but handsome analysts living in NY, right there amongst all those bubble headed beauty queens and models?  You know, I can't think of a time, when I wasn't approached by a potential sub or girl from NY, who wasn’t spouting off the same amazing bullshit!

I think, you are definitely looking for some one to be totally controlled by. Your desperation and neediness surely shows through. And, these are the types of guys, women love to leash. But, they are also the types, that women will stomp all over, shred up your hearts, and shit you right out their back side, with out a care in the world, as to what has happened.

But, I think that you should not be so ready to make that evident up front. Women like to be teased and seduced into situations, you know, like unwrapping a very large present, with lots of bows and colorful paper. It usually doesn't matter at all what is in the package, but that it was well presented. 

Yours, was just this neat little blob, with a neat little verbal picture on all sides, of what was available in it. And, there wasn't even a colorful picture attached to show that any of it was real, or worthy, or usable, or true. 

You tell me you have a power job, and hint that you might even be wealthy. More likely, you are flat busted, as neither of these professions are doing well at present.  Again, is this carefully selected and colorful wrapping, or just bullshit dollar store wrapping paper? A woman wants to tease these bits from you, or she can not give validity to what you have, or will, say. 

Now, can you think of any fairy tails were the handsome analyst, carted the beautiful princess off to his amazing real state investment, or castle, and they did accounting, and research, and lived happily ever after? If so, please do get busy writing...It is, after all, how I evaluate my potential slaves...

PFT!!!

Did the local county tax authority cut back on their expenses, and tighten their belt, like Obie’One has told us all, to do? And, while he refused to give raises and colas to those who needed them to get by?  Obie’ said that there had been NO inflation, so ya get no colas (cost of living adjustments, they never seem to go down, always up, reflecting inflation, not cost! Except for these last two years…). But, the local tax authority says they need to raise property taxes by about 10% to meet the current rise in expenses.

Now is that due to excess spending, or inflation, humm… No, just who’s picture is more accurate of reality, Obie’ One's, or the locals?  As for me, I’m betting on the more conservative locals, since I actually voted for them…

With that local population being largely Social Security recipients, what just happened to their $1200 a month, less the $100 for medi’whatever’ (which deductions will probably be increased this year, too), and now about a $300 this year across the board property tax increase?

It is not that Obie’s 2.5 to 3% , or about $360- 432 for this year’s cola, which he should have tossed them, would have covered it, rendering the tax increase’s effect a net of zero for these people. But, he is telling us a really big fib about the cost of things not increasing! And, his not giving it, not only left them in the lurch for the cost of tax increases, but in effect was also hidden tax on their SS! The net effect is that they are going to be facing $600 or more, going in the hole this year, from his stealth tax and his lies about the costs of living.

The moral of the story is, that this 3% that HE didn’t give this year, is costing the seniors 6-7%!  And, that is just accounting for the local cost of tax increasing, and not the effects on food, and gas, and other necessities which, will probably be reflected in about a 10-12%, actual cost of living increase this year, here in the ef’in US’a …

Too, I had mentioned that Obie’ didn’t like the Military, and didn’t/doesn’t do much for them. Now, look who’s salary and benefits packages are on the cutting block, next? And, notice, there is not a whisper of cutting El’ Presbo’s or Sentorio’s or Congresso’s salaries! (After all they have all the really tough decision to make this year, and they have worked so very hard, arguing with one another…)

And, the military is actually one of the constitutionally approved businesses the government is supposed to be in! The Military does what ever it is asked to do. So, they will “buck up”, and “Ramrod up the Jack’es”, and go on sea-rations, until they run out, and then scavenge and cannibalize for parts, and sustenance, “what ever it takes!”  OOOORah!

What will our seniors do? What they have always done! The ones that can afford to, will continue to pay excessive taxes, and they will go one more year on that jacket they didn’t replace three years ago. They will clip some more coupons and switch to ground turkey and macaroni. They will not take that trip out to see their kids, next holiday, and they will park their car in the garage, except for extreme necessities. The thermostat will be set different, while they sweat, or shiver.  And, they will be quiet, about those aches and pains they are experiencing. And, all the while, they will hope for the best for their kids…

What will our fine government do? They will argue some more about it, borrow some more, and blame each other’s parties, and the economy, Europe’s economy, and any one, but themselves…And, there will be a fat cost of living raise for them all, as usual, first item on the menu, at next year’s hog feast…

Just damn! Better make that, “Double Damn!”

PFT!!!

Let’s make something clear, I do not want Obie One to do any thing. In fact the less he does, the better! I want him to stop doing a few things. It is not the Government’s job to “fix the economy,” it is not listed any where in the Constitution that the President, or Congress, or the Judicial branch is supposed to have authority over the “economy”. All I ask is that he quit “fixing things in the economy”.

One, it is not his job, it is the market’s job.  It is not the Government’s job to take over, or bail out any business! This is just not present in the Constitution. It is the Government’s job to prevent business from misbehaving, and when they are, arrest them, and prosecute them, or make new laws so they know how to behave correctly.. And, that certainly has not the been case with all the recent bank fiascoes, and government bail outs.  The government failed to do their constitutional job and now we have an economic mess. Two parties are in error, big business got off their leash, and our government, instead of hooking them back on that leash, fed them instead.

There is no such thing as “too big to fail”. And, that includes our government when it fails to follow it’s own rules. If either big business or big governments make bad financial decisions, then it is time for them to go the way of the dino’s.

And, I would like him to quit borrowing, While the government may borrow, as it is one of their powers, that doesn't mean that it should. They first have a duty to spend responsibly, or not spend at all.

Now, when money was “gold and silver”, obviously, when it was gone, you have no choice but to borrow. But, when the money is paper bills, notes, bits and bites floating in computer storage, and ledger entries, all created with the stroke of "HIS" pen, why do we need to borrow it, to make those pen strokes legitimate? That increases the debt that cannot be repaid, and allows a private bank, the Federal Reserve to collect fees (interest) that they other wise did not earn by loaning any "real money" thing.

And, last I want him to quit interfering in the market with unreal interest rates. The economy finds it’s own rates, the government can only inter fear with the natural processes, or stop a failed process, due to illegal actions by the banks. If we never declare their actions wrongful, then Government has no lawful recourse in those matters.  But our government decided to toss them some money, and bail their sorry asses out of the ditch they dug for themselves, and now the American people. Until the financial interest rates seek their own levels, no recovery will occur, and “His highnesses” recent actions will only delay the inevitable.

While it might be cute for commie pinko lefty socialist bastards to call some one they doesn’t understand, nor ever will, a “tea bagger”, they will, and do, fall quite short of the mark attaching that label to me. I am not affiliated with any party. But, I do hear the Tea Parties singing a very important song, and it follows a familiar tune, one that should be on many people’s lips, the one that makes our constitutional form of government work…”Follow the rule book, the Constitution, or go the way of the dinos!”

We do not mandate law. O’bie One, should not either.  Law’s are formed by the consensus of the majority, and not the current “ruling party.” And, when the majority fails to acknowledge and protests any law put forth by Congress, and signed into law by El’ Presidente, that law is ineffective from it’s creation. He needs to realize that he is nothing, with out his posse, the American People. Didn't the Russians already prove this type of social/economic experiment to be faulty?

As I do recall, the scientists believed it to be a rather destructive explosion that extinct’ed the dino’s, and soon to be Demo’s.  While there is still discussion and progress towards putting these communistic lefties out of office, perhaps that inevitable explosion will never occur. We can only pray…(sorry, you lefties usually do not believe in a higher power, but only that which you can enforce your self!)

Now, I remind you, I only came here to write stories, and hear some of your fantasies. I have had enough of the Democrat fantasies. So, if you have a bondage story or some thing BDSM related, get busy typing. Other wise, “fuck off!”

PFT!!!

First girl watched as Princess kicked her way through the door. “Princess was definitely in a fowl mood!” She thought, as she kneeled, cowered, and awaited instructions.

Princess, complaining vehemently, grabbed her “big black boy” rubber stiffy in a most vulgar manner and shook it hard. “ I have a job for you, right here, O’bie One!” Then she yanked the dildo right off the harness and threw it so forcefully against the stone wall, that it bounced away 6 feet, and then bounced three more times on the floor as it skidded down the hall.

First girl pressed her head close to the floor, hoping that Princess would not notice her. But, it was too late! 

Princess instructed, “Just before the next election, I need to be tied up, and reminded that I voted for that god dammed bastard in the primaries, and then beaten with a cat', until I scream for mercy!” And, she continued grumbling and shouting at no one in particular, as she stomped off down the long hall. “…fucking Hillary! (mumble, grumble) Those stupid assholes in the Demon’crat party… (more mumble grumble) The whole fucking lot of them, ought to be flogged!!!”

First girl sighed, and relaxed, once Princess was round the corner. “Yes ma’am…” she whispered.

fg

* first girl enters, kneels gracefully, and presses her forehead to the ground, before rising and speaking* “Princess has informed me that she will be off line for a while, taking language lessons.  She has also informed me to automatically block any one leaving only a one line message, or a short message, and any one who has obviously not read her profile.  She has only requested “stories”. She understands that not all have the ability to write novellas. But, she does think that many of you do have some good ideas about what you would like to see in a story, and that you are able to communicate that in more than one or two lines. So she reminds you all to “get busy reading her profile, start writing, remember to spell check, and get a few of your ideas typed up," before you message her. If it is less than one paragraph, you will likely earn your self a block. You have been “warned!” Good luck! And, may you be blessed with one of Princess’ stories catering to your peculiar kink…” * first girl presses her forehead to the ground , yet once again, and leaves the room quietly*

Well, after watching the last Harry Potter movie, I am impressed with Rowling’s ability to put people to work and keep them working. I think it took almost 15 minutes just for the credits to roll by. And, she did this several times! Let’s not count all the printers, and books stores that made a profit from her imagination. Every time this woman waves her magic wand (her pencil), things start happening, and people go back to work.

Now, I am not so impressed by Unkle O’bie’s magic. It seems every time he opens his mouth or waves his magic wand, the presidential pen, more people find themselves out of work, and more people discover that he just stole some of their earnings from their wallets, and future paychecks, and made their future business plans murky, at best. His new campaign is probably going to have to be called “hopeless changes!”

Maybe we should vote Rowlings into office. At least her fairy tails, and hopeful wishing, will not bust the budget, and crash the entire economic system!

PFT!!!

Princess gave me permission to post this story. You will have to decide on the validity of it your selves.

sincerely,

first girl

I went to Home Depot recently while not being altogether sure that course of action was a wise one. You see, the previous evening I had prepared and consumed a massive quantity of my patented 'you're definitely going to crap yourself' road-kill chili. Tasty stuff, although hot to the point of being painful, which comes with a written guarantee from me that if you eat it, the next day both of your butt cheeks WILL fall off.

Here's the thing. I had awakened that morning, and even after two cups of coffee (and all of you know what I mean) nothing happened. No 'Watson's Movement. Despite the chilies swimming their way through my intestinal tract, I was unable to create the usual morning symphony referred to by my dear wife as 'thunder and lightning'.

Knowing that a time of reckoning HAD to come, yet not sure of just when, I bravely set off for Home Depot, my quest being paint and supplies to refinish the deck. Upon entering the store at first all seemed normal. I selected a cart and began pushing it about dropping items in for purchase. It wasn't until I was at the opposite end of the store from the toilets that the pain hit me.

Oh, don't look at me like you don't know what I'm talking about. I'm referring to that 'Uh, Oh, CRAP, gotta go' pain that always seems to hit us at the wrong time. The thing is, this pain was different. The chilies from the night before were staging a revolt. In a mad rush for freedom they bullied their way through the small intestines, forcing their way into the large intestines, and before I could take one step in the direction of the toilets which would bring sweet relief, it happened. The chilies fired a warning shot.

There I stood, alone in the paint and stain section, suddenly enveloped in a toxic cloud the likes of which has never before been recorded. I was afraid to move for fear that more of this vile odor might escape me. Slowly, oh so slowly, the pressure seemed to leave the lower part of my body, and I began to move up the aisle and out of it, just as a red apron clerk turned the corner and asked if I needed any help.
I don't know what made me do it, but I stopped to see what his reaction would be to the toxic non-visible fog that refused to dissipate. Have you ever been torn in two different directions emotionally? Here's what I mean, and I'm sure some of you at least will be able to relate. I could've warned that poor clerk, but didn't. I simply watched as he walked into an invisible, and apparently indestructible, wall of odor so terrible that all he could do before gathering his senses and running, was to stand there blinking and waving his arms about his head as though trying to ward off angry bees. This, of course, made me feel terrible, but then made me laugh. .........BIG mistake!!!!!

Here's the thing. When you laugh, it's hard to keep things 'clamped down', if you know what I mean. With each new guffaw an explosive issue burst forth from my nether region. Some were so loud and echoing that I was later told a few folks in other aisles had ducked, fearing that someone was robbing the store and firing off a shotgun. Suddenly things were no longer funny. 'It' was coming, and I raced off through the store towards the toilet, laying down a cloud the whole way, praying that I'd make it before the grand explosion took place.

Luck was on my side. Just in the nick of time I got to the john, began the e inevitable 'Oh my God', floating above the toilet seat because my ass is burning SO BAD, purging. One poor fellow walked in while I was in the middle of what is the true meaning of 'Shock and Awe'.. He made a gagging sound, and disgustedly said, 'Son-of-a-b****!, did it smell that bad when you ate it?', then quickly left.

Once finished and I left the restroom, reacquired my partially filled cart intending to carry on with my shopping when a store employee approached me and said, 'Sir, you might want to step outside for a few minutes. It appears some prankster set off a stink bomb in the store. The manager is going to run the vent fans on high for a minute or two which ought to take care of the problem.'

My smirking of course set me off again, causing residual gases to escape me. The employee took one sniff, jumped back pulling his shirt up to cover his nose and, pointing at me in an accusing manner shouted, 'IT'S YOU!', then ran off returning moments later with the manager. I was unceremoniously escorted from the premises and asked none too kindly not to return.

Home again without my supplies, I realized that there was nothing to eat but leftover chili, so I consumed two more bowls. The next day I went to shop at Lowes. I can't say anymore about that because we are in court over the whole matter. Bastards claim they're going to have to repaint the store.

The Author refused to be identified...

* First girl kneels before all and awaits their attention, before continuing*  “Princess will be very busy over the next few weeks, preparing for her out of country visit. So, she has asked this one to inform you all that communications will be slow and some times non existent over the next few months. But, Princess has instructed this one to post a story every now an then, as they become available…Thank you for reading and heeding…*Bows low to the mat before scurrying away*

*This is dedicated to my hero, the Rouge Warrior!

PFT!!!

First girl blew a big bubble and let it pop, before she noisily sucked the collapsed wad of gum back into her mouth. “Ya,” She said, lazily curling a bit of her blonde hair around her index finger, and chewing noisily, “Princess does some pretty weird things. You should have seen this ad she helped shoot for these two red neck bozos…”

The scene opened with an announcer doing his thing:

“And here is Betterran Dan Deaddenedred!” His southern drawl was so bad it sounded like “Vetern Dan Dead-than-Red”. The camera zoomed in on an otherwise strong and healthy looking whacked out Viet Nam vet with a slight paunch belly, his hair nicely graying and tied neatly into a short pony tail, his dark red brown beard well trimmed and only graying in a skid mark under his lip, wearing a black ops baseball cap, a tight short sleeve jungle cammo t-shirt, blue jeans and Tony Lama boots. His 9mm is holstered high and back on his hip in his wide black leather belt, with a brushed metal “buzby” buckle, SOG tattoos are visible on his arm as he wildly gestures when he is talking, also in a southern drawl. “Today we are going to talk about the wonderful uses of the ‘7 in one tool’”

Dan, as he like to be called, explained. “And, you thought, it could only be used to scrape and prep walls, spread or remove putty or plaster, clean paint rollers, gouge, and set or pull nails!” All the while, he has a shit ass eating grin, and a sparkle in his eyes. He is obviously as excited as Billy Meyers, letting you in on a hot new product as he is slowly rotating the common house hold paint prepping and window repair tool and tossing it casually from one hand to the other in his martial arts pose.

The tool, which, looked like a 3” wide plaster scraper, with a sharpened edge, a point on one side, and a half circle cut out on the opposite side, had a thick soft blue rubber handle. “Well, let me tell ya, this baby really rocks, in a black op’s pinch!” He continued, taking a martial arts pose, with the blade pointing back under his arm. “The comfortable handle fits right in there, making your punches perfect and flat!”

He demonstrated this with a few fast jab punches, as he explains. “And the cutting action, is so damned sweet!” He demonstrated on a dude, who suddenly appeared, jumping out from some bushes, dressed in Viet Nam era black pajamas and, posed in a standard martial arts fighting position, hands up in grapple.

Dan attacked with a fast cross, quickly pulling it back across the oriental dude’s throat, and raking him across the neck with the gouge point, before the dude could react . The oriental dude struggled to get his arms to his neck, making gurgling noises, as he fell back wards, with blood spurting every where!

“ Hoa! There buddy! What a mess! You should not have leaned into that! Xin Loi ! (Excuse me, sooo, sorry!)” Dan, said with a grin, just before doing an Aikido roll into the next scene. “The cut out has some nice uses as well…” Dan explained, pointing to it, as he came out of his Aikido roll and landed on his feet, right in front of a Russian Spetnaz GRU, in Afghani campaign dress, holding a machinegun, and now swinging it towards Dan.

Dan casually tossed the tool to his other hand, and caught the barrel of the machinegun in the cut out, and deftly rotated it away from his line of fire, as it went off, spraying bullets in an arch up in the air. As Dan raked the tool up the barrel and stalk, scraper edge first, cutting off the Russian’s fingers as he went, he continued his patter excitedly, “it slices, it dices! And, it’s only $3.95! At your local Wally's World!”

The Russian quickly tossed his weapon and started running away holding his hands high, with blood spurting every where, while cussing in Russian. “YA, трахните Вас, очень!” (Ya, fuck you, very much!) Dan replied, then pulled his 9mm and shot him in the back, Dan rolled to the next scene…

Dan, landing on his feet once again,  flips the tool a way, knife style, and pins a large raven to a tree, through the chest, leaving it spread eagle, and nearly split in two. "Winner, winner, chicken dinner!" He mimiced the poker dealer from "21," the movie, "With this great tool, you will never go hungry!"  Dan grins and hands the bird still stuck on the tool to the camera man off screen, "Hey, save me a leg, will ya?" And, he rolls off the scene to a fade.

In the new scene, Dan is putting the finishing touches on his “wrap” with duct tape, securing an Iraqi Republican Guardsman, hooded in black to a steel chair. Dan looks serious as he explains, “Folks, duct tape is not an option, it is a necessity!” He added a cross of tape from the Guardsman’s nose to under his chin, and across his mouth, from ear to ear. Then he paused to draw a little heart in red marker on the center over the lips. He stood behind the Guardsman, grabbed the hood and yanked it back as he, in his best Cuban accent, blessed him, “Say hello, to my seventy birgins!” And, he slammed the tool hard, several times around the neck, using the sharpened scraper edge.

As he finished off the Guardsman, and held the hooded head out, and dripping blood all over, grinning like a fool, the credits began to roll along, and finished with the disclaimer “If you are less than 60 years old, and were not trained in the special forces, you should not try this at home!”

This faded to the closing scene, where Dan inched his way in a desert ghillie suit very near a few Taliban, possibly in the Tora Bora mountains, on the Pakistani side. A slight mechanical and  “Pop, Pop, Pop” sound is heard from his silenced rifle, along with three faint muzzle flashes, as the three Taliban’s heads exploded in a red blur, and their bodies fell slowly to the ground.

Dan rolled up, and faced the camera side, spat off a nasty wad of tobacco juice, and rolled the chew to a better place in his mouth for speaking.

He whispered, as the camera zoomed in on his face, “Be sure to tune in next week, for a wonderful episode on “Sniping for Idiots!” Then he added, with all the serious passion of the crocodile hunter, "And, please remember, if your government can’t protect you, you always can!”

The announcer guy cut in: “You can get any of Dan’s informative shows for the very low, low, price of not $50, not $40, not even $30! But, today only, just 19.95!  Call within the next 15 minutes, and we'll even include the amazing 7 in one tool that you saw here, today!“ And, the voice softened as the scene faded, “plus shipping and handling, applicable local taxes, foreign tariffs, bribes, and…”

“OH!” first girl smacked her lips as she still chewed vigorously and loudly, with an open mouth, and talked,“That Betterran Dan, he was sooooo damned cute!” PFT!!! S of T

Princess head Mistress, opened the door to her office , and peered over her pince-nez, glaring down each of the naughty students sitting in the hall. Finally, her eyes landed on one, very nervous girl. “You! In here now!” Princess commanded, in a stern voice. After the naughty girl entered, Princess head Mistress slammed the office door behind her.

“Sit!” Head Mistress said, pointing a long and dangerous looking finger at the tiny chair in front of her huge desk. Mistress seated her self in her large, comfy, overstuffed, leather chair, and began reading through papers. After several minutes, she commented, “Well Miss Snot! I see you have been very naughty! You sassed teacher! You dunked a girl’s pony tail in some water color paint! And, YOU STOLE! Now, what were you thinking you would get away with, taking that poor girl’s milk money?

Miss snot twisted her saddle back shoes in ward, tucked her hands under her legs, and lowered her head, sniffing. In a weak trebly voice, she replied, “don’t know, ma’am…”

“DON”T KNOW!!!” Head Mistress Princess shouted, “Well I’ll tell you what you got away with, ABSOLUTELY NOTHING! And…” She continued, “You just won yourself a free trip to detention! Then, after you sassed teacher, you got an escort to MY OFFICE!”

Head Mistress peered over her Pince-nez and stared down Miss Snot for several long moments. “Well, what have you got to say for your self?”

Miss Snot fidgeted, picked her nose, caught her self, then quickly stuck her hand back under her leg. And, shrugged, “nuthin’”

“NUTHIN”???” Mistress shouted, making miss snot try to push her self through the small chair.  “GET THOSE HANDS UP HERE ON MY DESK RIGHT NOW!” Mistress hollered.

“Nooooo! Miss Snot weakly pleaded, Please! Nooo! Head Mistress Princess, I’ll be good, I promise!”

“OH, you will be good, of that, I am certain!” Princess chided. “Get those hands up here on my desk!” Princess growled. Miss Snot only whimpered and started her water works. After a few long minutes, Head Mistress Princess grabbed the sturdy wood ruler that was so prominently displayed on her desk and rushed around the desk towards the naughty little girl. Arriving, she grabbed a handful of Miss Snot’s pigtail, and dragged her out of the seat to the desk. Then she slapped the ruler down, flat and hard, on the desk. “HANDS THERE, NOW!!” She shouted.

Miss Snot’s fingers trembled and her hands shook as she slowly forced her self to place them there. “no, please no…Mistress,” she continued to weakly protest. And as fast as her hands finally settled on the table, and with blinding speed, Mistress rapped the knuckles of first one hand, then the other, hard. “OWWWWWIE OWWWWWIE!OWWWWW!!’ Miss, snot complained in pain. And, pulled her hands away from the desk, shaking them out, hard!

“You do need an attitude adjustment, Miss Snot!” Mistress Princess explained, smiling, and looking down her nose at the tearful Miss Snot, who began crying out loud, and protesting in terror, “NOOOO! OH! NOOOO!” Head Mistress  pulled the pig tail, and Miss Snot’s head, to the desk, until she was bent over it, exposing her buttocks, nicely. Mistress Princess peeled up Miss Snot’s short red pleated dress, with the ruler, and further exposed her dainty pink panties. Miss snot sniffled and trembled on the desk, tensing up her buttocks, prepping for a blow.

Head Mistress Princess arched her ruler arm, way back, and brought it down with blinding speed. “SMACK!” the noise startled her first, and then came the realization that Head Mistress had not aimed for her buttocks, but hit her hard and flat, right on the sweet spot below them. As the pain wracked through Miss Snot’s brain, she nearly pissed herself, and eked out a miserable little “ahhh!” And, before she could brace herself for another blow, three more followed! It hurt so bad, that all she could do was mouth a scream, no sound came out!  All she could do was just lay there, belly down, on the desk with her legs trembling!

Her head was suddenly jerked up, bringing her to standing position, and she was thus lead, to the door. Stopping briefly there, while Head Mistress Princess pointed with the ruler to the tall bin, full of fresh birch rods, and warned, “If I see you in my office again, your tiny little fanny will be introduced to the pleasures of the birch! Do you understand?”  With her mouth still agape in pain, all Miss Snot could do, was nod her head. Then she was shoved out the door, it slamming behind her.

Miss snot uneasily walked the hall of shame, looking at all the sympathetic eyes still sitting there, and holding her stinging thighs with both hands, her legs still shaking. When she got to the end, she turned, and whispered loudly, “I hope she beats all your arse's bloody!” Then she stuck her tongue as far out as she could, and blew, before she quickly turned and walked off, still rubbing her stingy thighs and shaking out her hands….

PFT!!!

Well, now here is finally a nice fairy tail, from one of the boys:

Posted with permission by wsg

And as Princess Fairy Tail sat upon her yoga mat meditating, the prince came through the doors, stunned by her beauty.

She stirred from her Dragonfly pose and demanded, "on your knees and crawl in, boy."

And the prince did as he was told, blushing and breathing hard, mumbling "i've come a far way, O Princess,"

"Yes, I'm sure you have," she laughed, "and I see Your unruly manhood stirring, which must be chastised for your insolence at not immediately bowing when You saw me here--not to mention You never knocked."

And so the Princess rose up and taking the prince by the hair said, "stop and kneel right here," and she pressed down with her foot upon his frustrated manhood, which she felt beneath the arch of her foot, and she knew she already owned him.

"I have gifts, Princess," the prince moaned as his face showed strain and beet-red embarrassment.

"Of course," the Princess purred, as she poked her toes against the member and balls of the trembling prince, whose voice shook as he pulled out the rings and magic bracelet.

He started to try to rise to put them on her fingers and wrist.

"these go. . mhhph" she pressed down firmly with her foot and shoved her toes into his mouth.

"Your tongue can do better work there, good, very good, suck on my toes, boy."  And she smiled.

Then she stopped, "ok, put each ring on two toes from each foot, and the bracelet on my ankle, kiss each toe before and after you put on a ring, I'll be watching to make sure you don't mess up." 

The prince obeyed, and he was to obey again and again in his years of service to keep the Princess happy.

wsg

Well triggering a bulk message always impresses a woman. Lesson one, quit it! Don't broad cast your stuff, be a bit more selective, for christ's sakes! Or, you will end up locked in a cock cage, with the owner off on a European vacation, like one of my other loyal subjects...

Lesson two, don't say ""I like your profile, blah bla, bla..." Tell her what you liked about it. Was there something more than a hot looking chick pic there for you to gawk at, and fall on your face, to admit you are in love already, and you haven't even spoken to the girl?  Dig a little deeper,  she may be into inserting jagged ice up your ass, and if you didn't ask, you will never know, before it is too late! 

Once you actually have a few of those grievous errors handled, you may eventually be found "suitable" for some one...

Show some balls, man *smacks him on the head with a newspaper* I didn't say "testicles,"" did I? A man with balls, and the ability to demonstrate that , with out ever showing them, is way sooo much more attractive!

Smell ya later, hot pizza, a cool flick, and prince charming, await me at my door!

PFT!!!

Under my “love” signs in the horoscopes today:

“You've tactfully told them 372 times that you can't stand it when they crack their knuckles -- yet they're doing it again. Mention it again. 373rd time's the charm.”

Well, lets give it a go! You were “pissed off because” I didn’t kiss, just only your ass, the way you though I should have. Well that sort of tells me how you would behave, if I do just “kiss your ass your way”, you’ll still be pissed off, because I didn’t do it right, forgetting that I did do it. So, why don’t we just avoid all the niceties, and you, just“piss off?” :0)

I will never understand, why they believe they "own you", just because you were polite, and answered their mail....Needy, nerdy, greedy!!! Tsk! Tsk! Tsk!!!

But, I am beginning to understand why so many beautiful women become totally ruthless  bitches! IT must be, a guy thing...

PFT!!!

Princess “Head Mistress” observed a long line of naughty school boys piling up in the hall out side her office. “Shall I make them wait a little longer?” She asked herself, with a very sadistic grin.

Grabbing her favorite cane, and switching on the intercom, she started the warm up. “Bam!” She smacked the leather seat as hard as she could and howled to the side of the room. “Bam!” Once again she smacked it hard, and moaned painfully, “Please, no more!” She begged anxiously, in a little boy’s voice , muffled in the crook of her arm. Then, suddenly, “Bam! Bam! Bam!” And, she faked a most pitiful wail. “So! You like the taste of my cane, do you? You little cur dog!” She teased “I don’t ever want to see you in my office again, for even the slightest of infractions!” Soft, pathetic, crying is heard over the coms, “Or, it will be 10 next time! And, I might even break in my new pig slapper, on that shiny little ass of yours!” “Yes mum! Yes mum! OoooooW, OOW, Please, don’t pull my ear, mum!” She faked, tussling chairs and papers, and slamming the back door hard.

Her stern face poked out the front door to her office . Ok, my naughty little piggies, WHO IS NEXT?” She asked, glaring each one of them down, peering at them through her pince-nez. ..

PFT!!!

“Yes ma’am!” First girl explained, “the CBT crowd is clamoring for you!” Princess rolled her eyes, and frowned. “I’m going to need every one on deck for this one…” Princess complained. “Already done, Thing one and Thing two are helping, and the men are tied up, and awaiting your inspection!” First girl cheerfully replied. Princess groaned, and leaned forward into the vanity for a closer look in the mirror, while she added the last few dark lines to make her eyes very oriental looking. Satisfied with her geisha make up, she stuck a long pronged hair adornment piece with a dangling bit into one side of her hair doo, and turned to first girl. “Ok, line ‘em up!

As they arrived in the dungeon, Princess stopped at the entrance and observed. About a dozen guys were striped butt assed naked, and their hands were bound with ropes in behind them. She handed first girl a pair of chop sticks, and instructed her “You know what to do!” First girl giggled and hiked her kimono as she took fast tiny steps towards the center of the two rows of men lined up there.  Princess followed, walking elegantly, taking tiny steps on her geta, the raised wooden clogs traditional men so loved,  clopping along, with her hands hidden together in front of her in the sleeves of her kimono.

First girl giggled coyly, as she lifted each man’s penis with the chop sticks, and turned them one way, then the next, so Princess could inspect. As princess nodded her head lightly, that penis was left to dangle, and another was inspected. And this continued, while all the men looked on with curiosity, until the last man was inspected.

“Why, Itosan, you have such a wonderfully 長いペニス (long penis). My! But what have you been doing to it? Princess praised. “M’am, it has-ah, only-ah been-ah, sots, of-ah eyou…” Ito explained. “Oh Ito!” Princess chided, as she playfully slapped his head with her closed fan. “You flatter me, always!” Ito’s pleasant smile beamed and his eyes blinked, emotionally.

Princess whispered to first girl, “Ok, every one looks healthy, so ‘let’s get this party started!’” First girl grinned, bowed deeply before Princess, and scampered off to the other end of the room, in a series of quick clops. Princess took her place in the room opposite Ito.

“Gentleman, the festivities are about to begin!” Princess announced, “If you will,” She lowered her head coyly and to the side, first to one side of the room, and waved her closed fan, as though gently scooping rose petals from a pond before her, first from the inside to one wall, then opened, as she nodded to the other and swept the fan from the first wall to the other. The men scrambled to face their backs to the wall they were closest to. When they were all in place, Princess snapped the fan shut suddenly, the lights lowered in the room, and a long, lightly padded bench lowered from the ceiling.

Once the bench was in place, Thing one, and Thing two, dressed only in traditional sumo costumes, rushed about, and fastened it securely to the floor. First girl gently placed small cups of saki into position for each man around the table. The Things helped each of the gentleman to the table, and splayed their junk on the table in front of them, using chop sticks, and strapped them firmly to the table’s sedge with razor straps across their butts. Princess, smiled daintily and casually watched on, as the Things did their work efficiently. A plucked Japanese string instrument played in the back ground.

Finished, thing one and thing two carefully attached the acrobatic and balance wire in back of Princess’s kimono. Princess spread her arms in a similar gesture as earlier, and they gently raised her, by the arms, to her end of the table, opposite Ito. First girl handed her a small cup of saki, as gracefully as she could. Princess held it daintily in front of her, and announced, “It is, with great honor, that Itosan allows me to do this event for you. Gentleman, welcome to the first annual Phuk Mei Hi Corporation, founder’s birthday party! Ash hi! (bottoms up!)” Every one, except Princess, mouthed their tiny cups and tossed back their heads to get their drinks. The Things rushed to refill the tiny cups as they were set down.

Ito, cleared his throat and began, “No, Princess, it is-ah, with great honor, that-ah eyou dooo this for usss.” All the men cheered, and whistled. Princess smiled, and raised her cup once again, proclaiming, “Ash hi!” And, the men repeated their drinking. This time the Things rushed to clear the cups. “with her cup still raised to Ito, Princess, thanked him, “You are very kind, Itosan, and exceedingly, generous!” All the men nodded their heads in agreement, whistled, and cheered. Princess bowed gently. And, she asked, “Shall we begin tonight’s ‘pleasures’, Itosan?” All the men began to chant “oooh! ohhh! oooh!” in beat with the music while Princess calmly waited, And, finally, they all concluded with, “ Phuk Mei Hi!!!! Itosan he’s our Guy! Ichiban! (number one) All da way!!!” Itosan blinked back tears, and smiled emotionally. “Yes, I sink, we need-ah to take-ohh good-ah caroh, of-ah desa guys!” The men all cheered and whistled once again. Princess looked at every one, smiled to each, and finally tossed back her drink, and to more cheering, as she tossed the small china cup to the wall, breaking it.

A board lowered, vertical, the same size and shape as top of the long bench, in front of Princess. The Things, on either side of her, aligned it to the end of the long bench, and attached it on hinges. All eyes were nervously on the board and Princess behind it, as she raised her foot and pressed into it first gently, and then forcefully, right on a dramatic note in the plucked music, all strings strummed in a single stroke. The board came crashing down, and panicked looks formed on every face. But the board stopped suddenly, only about three inches from the table on Ito’s end, right above his penis! “Under the board walk” began playing, and as they all realized they were not doomed to a life of permanently damaged penis, they laughed vociferously, as they watched the board ease down on Ito’s end.  

Princess casually walked down the center, satisfied she was counter balanced, just enough as to not cause any one any serious harm. She stopped before each man, and pressed her foot atop the board over his penis and watched each while she did. When she faced Ito, he commented “OH, disa wonderful!” She smiled widely, showing her teeth, and pressed hard on the board above him. He danced in his restraints, laughing and hollering “Ouch!!!” as she did. Princess casually strolled back to her end. And, as the “board walk” song played out, the Things popped the hinge pins and guided the board as it disappeared up into the ceiling.  “Take 10lbs off the balance,” Princess whispered to Thing two, before they both ran off.

“I think I’m, turning Japanese, I think, I’m turning Japanese, I really think so!”  Boomed in the room. Princess rolled her eyes, and looked right at Babe-E in the dj’s box, and mouthed “I am going to spank you!”. Babe-E just grinned and shrugged, before she smiled broadly, eyebrows raised, and mouthed “You promise???” Princess smiled and went about her task, stopping before each one, and stepping on the head of each penis with the toe of her geta.  Still watching each one, as she went, each tried not to let  her see them squirm, but only did so as she moved and turned to the guy opposite them. Princess could hear soft groaning and owing, behind her, and it only made her smile more broadly. When she got to Ito, she really ground one in, and twisted it. Ito winced, and forced his lips shut tight, then his eyes close hard, and she let off,  “ohhhhhh!” Ito said, relieved she had turned and headed back.

The things helped Princess, slip the traditional geta off and some new, modified ones on. There were “Ohhhs,” and “ahhhs!” Softly resounding all over the room, as they men realized what they were in store for. These geta were made from stiff bristle floor scrubbing brushes. Princess casually walked the length of the board and rocked the bristles over each, again giving special attentions to Ito, before returning to her end.

The next round was followed by flat rubber zori, Princess mashed each penis most vigorously, and did Ito first with one, and then the other, unlike the others, who only got one foot each.

The last round was intended to be special. Princess was stripped down to her silk tabi. Pulling the forked piece from her hair, she gently massaged it, until it became several forked pieces. She unraveled the dangly bit that was holding them all together. She stopped at each man, and massaged his penis between the toes of her tabi, until they were hard. And, then,  she pinned their cock to the long board with a part from her hair pin.

Now, what do you say to your Princess, she asked as she finished each one. And each replied in his own language, some French, some English, some German, and some Japanese, and one Italian, “Thank you, oh so very much! Princess!” And, she patted each one on the head, and said, “good boy!”

But, when she arrived at Ito, she pulled his face into her mound and took her time with him. All the while, the troops were chanting “ohh! ohh!ohh! Phuk Mie Hi…”

And, just before Ito could cum, Princess stepped down hard on him with both feet!  Then she turned her ass to him and let his cheek brush against it, before she casually walked to her end of the long bench. While, she prepared to leave the table, Ito stood there trembling, and sweating…

With her back still to them, and everyone’s eyes glued to her fine ass, Princess noticed the room had gone quiet. She looked over her shoulder and coyly asked, “is any one hungry?” Every one laughed! Ito sighed, grinned devilishly from ear to ear.

The Things helped Princess down from the long bench. While first girl moved quickly behind each man, beginning with Ito, releasing their bindings from their hands. Kitchen staff busied it self, placing small square trays of sushi here and there, and setting down chops and condiments. Princess was suddenly vanished from the room, through a back door, behind a veil…

Back at Princess’s vanity, first girl asked “Is there any thing I can get for you ma’am?” Princess, still readying herself for the next round,  sighed, and finally stated, ”Any thing but sushi!” First girl nodded, and said softly, already running off down the hall, “Chef! Hold a bit of teriyaki aside for Princess!”

PFT!!!

Princess had z tied up in his corner of the dungeon, while first girl busied her self with Miss H, once upon a time, in a dungeon, not too far away…

“Spread those legs wider”, Princess commanded. first girl struggled with the bar spreader, so far only getting the one side attached to Miss H. “Now Girl!” Growled, Princess, who grabbed a hand full of H’s hair, and pulled her head back a bit. “There!” First girl said, contented, “They are finally on!” “Crank the spreader wider, since she put up so much of a fight! Princess commanded. “Yes, Princess, at your command!” First girl cheerily replied. With her ball gag in place, all H could do was whimper, drool, and cry softly to her self. Her hips were definitely aching now.  Princess and first girl busied them selves with attaching their strapons.

“What do you think you are watching z!” Princess asked, seductively, and just before she let z have a good smack on the face with her riding crop. “Off Forry! Offf Forrrrry!” z whimpered over the ball gag, drool rolled down his chin, and mixed with his tears.  “OffForry!?!”, Princess repeated, and teased. “I don’t understand a single word your little bitch ass says! 

Miss H tried to squeal over her ball gag, as first girl grabbed her hair and bent her over the spank bench, perhaps a bit too forcefully, securing her tightly, snapping her into the carabineers there. But, all she could manage to do was blow snot all over the bench in front of her, and eek out a muffled “eeeeefff”.

“I’m so proud of you z!” Princess praised. “All week, you have been taking bigger and bigger  dildos!” z’s eyes widened in fear, as he saw Princess turn towards him. “Today, we are going to introduce you to the ‘big black boy!” 14’ x 3” of premium black rubber dick, wobbled on Princess’s harness, right in front of his nose. “ Nooo, please….noooo”, z weakly protested in thought, knowing it would do him no good shaking his head, once his ball gag was removed. “Say ahhhh”, Princess casually commanded. As he did, Princess carefully slid the ‘bbb’, as she like to call it, past his lips. “Now, suck it down!” z gagged and grew more flushed in the face, as he inched his way along it. “There ya goooo! Yes , be mommy’s good little bitch boy, now! All the way! Verrrrry good!” And she gently pulled it back out and let z gasp for air.  “One more time, honey? ” Princess asked, watching z shake his head violently, and gasp for air. “Oh, yes, you can do this for mommy! There’s a good boy! Now! Suck it harder!!!””

First girl greased up Miss H’s ass, and her ‘bbb’. H tried to squirm and kick, only to find she was very tightly secured down. “Ahhh, what is the matter? Haven’t you met your new boy friend yet?  “My ‘bbb’ loves you tiny white girls…” First girl teased as she guided it in. H wiggled her ass frantically, but to no avail, as First girl eased it up into her ass. As H grew accustomed to it, first girl began pushing ‘bbb’ in and out.  Then, she grabbed H’s hair, pulled her head back, and had first girl’s way with her.

Satisfied that z had gagged enough on ‘bbb’, Princess rolled his fuck bench around, so he could see himself, belly down, legs spread, and now gagged again, in the mirror. She watched as z shook his head “no” several times very fast, with a surprised look on his face, not unlike a monkey she had watched at a zoo. “Ahhh”, she teased z, ” if its gag was out, and his hands were free, he’d be shaking his wobbly monkey lips, and smackin’ him self on the head right now!” “eef! eeeffff! efff!” was all z could manage over the ball gag. And he sounded just like a chimp!

“Ahhh, are you whimpin’ out on me, and calling a “safe word already?” Princess asked.  z cried softly to himself, and hesitantly shook his head in a weak “no.” “Good boy!” Princess whispered in his ear, as she softly stroked his nervous ass with her hand.  Princess left z for a few minutes to help first girl.

First girl finished putting the blind fold on Miss H. But, not before she had a good look at Princess’s “bbb’ wobbling towards her. At the service table, the two pressed heads and whispered. “Did she use her safe word” Princess asked. “Yes, she wiggled three fingers while she was on ‘bbb jr.” “ “Ok, that is not unusual for someone her size. Let’s keep it safe and sane, ok?” First girl nodded her reply, while Princess shook her head, then stared out aloud this time, “But, I am never going to understand all this obsession with having ‘shit dicks’. She may want to kiss some one, once again!” Princess complained, as she spread “o’de pew”, her personal concoction made from well done and ripe boiled eggs and unflavored jelly on the fresh ‘bb jr’ she was helping first girl with. The used “bbbs” were tossed by their belts into their sanitation bins, one marked “H,” the other “z”.

z nervously watched the mirror, both Princess and first girl were out of view. Then, there she was, sashaying her way towards him, The Princess, and ‘bbb”!  He gagged a little, just thinking about it. It was still glistening with his spit. He observed. But, actually, it was some more clear goo from Princess’s stash, on a fresh dildo.  “Ahhhhh, did you miss me? “Princess teased as she brought the huge dildo right up to his ass. z hesitated a bit , before nodding his head “yes”. “ I thought so,” Princess continued, while she pulled the over sized butt plug from his ass. And, before he could protest it, “bbb” was in!

First girl finished slipping the thongs that had dangled between H’s legs for so long, back up in place, to secure the vibrating egg she had placed up H’s twat. Then she unfastened H’s arms and swung her off the bench, to fasten her hands to the spreader. She tested the egg on medium with the remote. “OhhhhhhhhoooooOOOOOFFFF!” H squealed. “Are you ready for some head now H? “ First girl asked, as she hit the remote once again. H nodded her head vigorously, and squealed. So, first girl removed her gag, with saliva dropping down in huge gobs all around it. First girl grabbed a big hand full of H’s hair , pulled her head up as safely as she could and kneelled on the pillow in front of H. She placed the head of “bb jr” into her mouth and shouted “Suck my dick, bitch!” And, she fired off the egg, and rammed "bb jr" down H’s throat.

Back in a whispered head session, the two tossed bb jr and bbb in the bins. “How are you doing over there H?” All H could manage, was to squeal and coo, and pant as the egged was fired off, again. Her legs shook violently and another gush of clear fluids oozed down her leg. “looks like she is enjoying her self to me!” Princess chuckled. Over in his corner, z muttered incoherently to him self, “bbb…bb…..BBBB!...b…bb..bbb…” “He is going to need a little after care”, Princess jutted her chin towards z while she gave first girl instructions. She pulled off the long black latex gloves and tossed them into z’ s bin. “Will you take care of that for me? Give him some cuddle time, while you are still playing with H’s eggs.”  “Yes ma’am” first girl replied. “ I need a shower!” Princess complained as she flipped the service switch, and headed out from the dungeon, and off down the halls headed for her suite.

She could hear the water running in the huge garden tub. Thing One, was already taking care of her. She smiled coyly to her self, and lazily tossed her clothes, one item at  time,  on the hall floor as she continued…

H’s thighs shook uncontrollably, one more time, but there were no more fluids to ooze out. It had felt sooooo dammed good! But, she just couldn’t take it any more!  It took her a few long seconds to feel where her hand was, and regain control over her fingers. The egg fired off once again, just as she weakly shook out three wobbly fingers.  “Ok, I saw that!” first girl hollered across the room while she switched off the remote and set it aside. z had his head in her lap, as she sat on the floor with him,  stroking his hair. He was much calmer now.

After Princess eased herself into the huge tub, with Thing One in attendance, casually massaging her achy foot, Princess pressed the remote and dimmed the lights in the castle. "Good night! All my little beasties!" She said, as her image in the mirror hazed over and dimmed...

PFT!!!

Nurse first girl seemed quite panicked, “Dr. Princess, we have an emergency!!!”

Princess finished the last sip of her cappuccino, stood up, and smoothed the wrinkles out of her black operating gown with her long black vinyl gloves. Princess gave nurse first girl a stern look. First girl looked a bit distracted, she was just standing there twirling her blond hair, with her elbow blocking the red cross on her white over stuffed deep cut hospital smock.

“Well, what is it?” Princes asked.

“It is a bit difficult to describe ma’am…I’m afraid you will just have to cum and see for your self!” Nurse first girl explained. She pivoted on one foot, and led Dr. Princess out of the door to her office. As they walked quickly down the hall to the ER, she explained. “He was just laying there, jerking in convulsions, with a goofy satisfied look on his face!”

“Were there any emissions?” Nurse Princess asked.

“Why , yes ma’am, there was a huge puddle of white goo, there in front of him. And, he had some on his hands. How did you know?”

“It is not uncommon, in cases like these!” Princess replied. “Were there any other symptoms?”

“Well, yes, he seems to be doubled over in pain! But no one has had him in for surgery or any other tortures yet, I don’t understand!” Nurse first girl replied.

“We had better move quickly!” Princess said, sounding very concerned. “The fool has attempted the procedure on himself!”

Nurse first girl placed both hands to her cheeks, “Oh, god, Noooooo!” she screamed…

In the ER, Wanker laid in a fetal position on the gurney, still smiling, but obviously doubled up in pain.

“Have you been operating on your self again, you naughty little boy?” Dr. Princess asked.

Red faced and unable to talk yet, Wanker just nodded his head.

You are into prostrate massage, aren’t you? Dr. Princess continued.

If Wanker could grow another shade of darker red, he did, and nodded his head.

“Ok, poor baby,” Dr. Princess, consoled “ we will have this taken care of in just a few moments. But it is gonna hurt! Are you ready?” Princess asked.

Wanker suddenly looked frightened, but nodded his consent.

“Stand up!” She ordered.

Wanker eased himself over the edge of the gurney, and gingerly touched down.

Dr. Princess grappled him by both shoulders, turned her head and hollered to any one that cared to listen, “I am gonna knee you so hard, right in the nutz!” And she dramatically pulled her right knee back for a very healthy kneeing. Nurse first girl took her “Ohhh noooo,” pose once again, and put on a most frightful look. Wanker mouthed “oh shit”, as he saw the knee flying at him….

The glass beer bottle landed hard on the floor, but didn’t break. Wanker looked down relieved to see that his nutz were still intact, and that Dr. Princess’s knee had stopped just short of smashing them.

She patted him on the head, and pushed a few of his curly locks back were they belonged. “You will be fine,” she  encouraged. “But, next time, use a Michelob bottle, if you are going to attempt this yourself. The flanged bottom will make it easier to stop, grip and recover.  Ohhh, and try using an enema first!” Dr. Princess wrinkled up her nose.

“Yes ma’am,” Wanker said weakly, bowing his head in shame.”

“Or, you could find your self a girl who would help you with these kinds of things.” Dr. Princess added.

Smiling this time, Wanker nodded his eager agreement.

Walking back to the office, nurse first girl asked. “Why did that procedure work?”

“Oh, it was simple, really!”  Princess commented, “ He just needed to contract his muscles a little harder…”

PFT!!!

You asked, "A fantasy story? What would you like to know?"

Well, pretend that I am dressed up in granny's clothes, that you are looking at some very sharp teeth, and introspecting your situation. Would you say, "My granny", in such an innocent little voice, "What big boobs you have!" Or, are you suddenly feeling a little hot and bothered, so you say, "Granny, I'd love to have that big wet tongue of yours, gliding over my..."

Each of the stories you see in my journals was the results of some one's fantasy. (Even the ones which I did not write.) I get lots of inquiries, and plenty of praise. My ass has been kissed so many times, that it is constantly wet. (And, that makes it difficult to sit in my leather chair...) But, seldom do I see any thing to which I can write.

So, "Who can awaken this princess with a kiss?" Well, for starters, a clue is not to kiss my ass, but for you to start thinking about how you would like to be kissed, bit, tied, dripped, or poked. Then, get busy writing!

*waves her fairy wand about your filthy little heads, so you can get that magic started!*

PFT!!!

“Just as I got back in the drive, that goddamned coach turned into a pumpkin! And the frilling mice ran off! And, as if that wasn't enough, the the humidity had me looking like Chiana from Farscape, and my glass shoe with the broken heel fell off...So, I whipped out my pulse weapon, and let that frilling pumpkin, really have it! 

Oh, fairy goddamned mother? Why did you lock me, out my crib?  FizzZZZT!!BLAM!!! *shoots the goddamned castle door off its hinges, then stomps off inside* “Oh fairy goddamned mother! (fuckin’ bitch!) I’m hoooooome, where the hell, are ya,  hiding? Hummmm, could it be, "the closet???”

PFT!!!

Princess, all dressed up  for a ball, casually walked down the hall, caressing the walls with her fingers as she did, as was often her way…”Who knows, what beasts await me, once I get there?” She pondered, just before flipping off the lights, and locking the castle doors, then activating her coach’s lamps with her key fob, on her way out…

*This originally was written by SofT, and  appeared as  “Down Zaa W'abbit Holle, or the Fetish's Tea Party”  both on collarme, on myspace.  Permission to reprint with alterations is granted to PrincessFairyTail for reprint on collarme, but not for use for financial gains, by anyone.  SofT copyrights reserved Jun ’11.*

"So, you would like to hear a fairy tale, something on the order of Lewis Carroll?" The scribe asked, and thought, "Now, he was a very peculiar fellow!"  Chewing a bit of salmon colored mushroom, the Princess’s scribe began:

Princess donned her Alice in Wonderland outfit this day.  It took her forever to find the leotards that came in blue and white horizontal stripes at the Mall, with the matching arm sleeves to go with them. But the sleeves went on smoothly, strapping over her thumbs.

She topped the 'tards with a sexy little blue leather g-string. (Only she would know, or so she thought!)

Her dark locks contrasted with the bright white lace apron and stunning low cut blue satin dress.  Her black patent leather pumps had a cute little gold heart shaped buckles on the toes, made form barbed wires.

Princess painted up her face in kabuki white, added blue to her lips and lined them in black, then gave her eye lines a bright blue metallic edge, before she dusted a dark smoky blue away from them. She added more black to make dramatic brows.

Just for grins, she let a little vampire blood run off her lip while she had her head tilted back.  Before this reached her ear she leaned forward again, and let it run down her neck, over her lovely exposed bosom, and right between her cleavage.

Princess tied a bit of dark blue velvet ribbon round her neck. Suspended from this, a gold "cracked heart" pendant wherein a picture of the man that broke her heart, forever rested. A small dagger pinned him to this, inside.

Princess placed her rusty dinner knife in her patent leather belt with the huge gold heart buckle, which was also done in barbed wires. Dressed to kill, she was!

Then, she happily hopped on her way, ready to roll on down to the Gran Palais, swishing her dress that and this way. 

Outside the front door, Princess stopped to cut her self a long stemmed rose, with her knife, and pricking her self on a thorn, she slowly glided her finger along the stem to the petals, then paused for a whiff, before Princess lopped these off, and continued on.

Princess sucked her sore middle finger, and replaced the rusty knife in her belt. 

The lovely greens and yellows of her family garden soon faded away. And, were replaced by the drab grays and bleached blacks of the side walk and street. But, there were fresh white stripes, painted only this afternoon, by the local department of roads and highways. It reminded her of “Stinky Le’Pew, and one of his freshly pained cats.(Now if only they would patch the huge hole at the end of the drive!)

Alas, she tweep'ed the alarm off, and popped up the locks on her rad-Z. Satisfied that she was properly seated, Princess slipped in a CD of her favorite death-metal band, and then cranked up the bass, while the engine was warming.

Zooooom, Zoom, her engine roared.  Peeeet-ssseuuuuu, the turbo pop-off valves sounded, as the revs dropped off.

"Kew'el", she said, while she smiled at her self in the mirror, tromped the throttle, and dumped the clutch. Rubber burnt, excessive, as she pulled from the curb. The girl really had nerve! Its pungent odors would fill the air there for hours.

Rounding the corner, she squealed the tires once again, not backing off until she had topped out in third, and was pulling cruising freeway/autobahn kil’cks.

Princess slid it, prematurely, into 6th. And, behaved her self suddenly, and was much disappointed. There were coppers, just up, giving head. 

"Ohhhhhh" she sighed, then pouted her highly kissable lips for the mirror. Then she sipped from a straw, the fresh almond milk tea she had brought along.

The handsome young Ace of Heart's Valet, dressed in the Red Queen's Imperial looking red and gold uniform of the Gran, opened her door and carefully helped her out. 

"You look very lovely tonight, Miss Princess", he told her.

"Ohhhh, Vlad! You are such a tease!" Princess replied, handing him the keys, with a mock curtsy, coyly rotating her hips, with a slight dip, and a lean forward for him a better view of her cleve'.

Princess placed a kiss on her fingertips, and then pressed them to his lips, before smiling.

"Do be kind to her, Vlad! And me, do not flatter! Because, this Princess can get quite mad! (almost, as a hatter!)"

At the entrance of the Gran Palais, the 10 of Heart's Guard stood in her way…

 "How are you, upon this fine day," He asked, with a haughtily disgusted look upon his face.

 Princess raised her nose a bit, to match his altitude, and gave him a look for a shit.

"Now Miss!" He tsk'ed, "You know that here, weapons are here a-mis, so please hand over your blade! And, don't give me piss!"

He turned his head aside and held up his hand so gay'ly, palm up, fingers wiggling, awaiting her to place.

"Ohhhhhh!" she pouted, "If you say! But, I shall have it back, today!"

And place it, she did! The blade sliding dangerously, between his finger!

10 rolled his eyes up, much any sassy  lass' might do. Then he held the blade by its tip, as though it were most disgusting. And, laid it to rest in a box, with a lock. With it there, he could be quite more trusting!  

“Left there long enough,” Princess thought, “it would do, more rusting!”

He gave a quick turn, saying, "a one, and a two," and then he was through.  A smile now upon his face, that could make a Cheshire Cat jealous.

"Madam, a key, do not loose!" and this, he handed to Alice.

"You may enter le Palace!" He told her, with a very deep bow, and a sweep of his hand.

Inside, a most peculiar sound! “Mixed techno-disco? Oh, pleeeese, let me drown!" She sighed, and held out her hand to the bar tender. 

In it a martini glass, the size of a vase! (You should have seen the look on the bartender's face!)

The Ace of Spades, behind the bar, was stripped to the waist in black leotard!  Ace was 'topped' with a tux-bo, and 'bottomed' with black leather!

He toothily grinned as he mixed. And, asked "Tickle yer ass, with a feather?" To which, she impatiently nodded.

Ace, shook out her pink, "tickle", and carefully poured it into her martini glass. He added a, garnished with black cherry, squired by a mint-chocolate swizzle stick. Then he looked her ass!  This concoction, he passed to her with his tooth 'busted' grin. "Bottom's up," he saluted!  (And, then, readjusted!)

Princess glanced about the room, sipping, and dipping, her "tickle." Spying here and there, a loon, and a buffoon!

"Oh Christ!" she complained," Next, one knows, they'll be adding baboons!"

"Oh my!" she caught her self, "Must I always speak in rhyme? Now, I think not, no not so, this time!"

And, she caught her self again! (And, tickled her self.)

A golden Cheshire Cat face grinned on the dark wall, a beam of light, bounced there, off a disco ball.

Then rushing by her, while Princess was suckling her swizzle, first looking at his watch, as though it would fizzle, was the March Hair. 

"Ooooooo! His muscles! Soooo strong!"….she had to admire. He blazed by a path, Princess checked, was not on fire!  And, he disappeared, jumping down a dark hole in the far corner, away from dance floor, before bar tender could warn her.

No, he didn't have to unlock any damned door! But the key to this, was soon to follow.  Princess started to swallow, but instead, ran after that silly W'abbit!

"Miss! Miss Princess! You do not want to go there!"  Ace to Princess, did caution. But, she jumped any how, and her dress, well it blossomed!  Down, Down, Down she went on a draft. That willowed, and billowed, right up her aft! And she plopped! Well, mostly, on a huge mattress!

There, was more, darkness all around, and some chuckling.

"Now vat have ve here?" Asked, the Red Queen, now appearing in  a spotlight. Who was dressed not in red, but entirely in green, for this very night! Herr Sheisenkoph,  a PhD for the gay. When he did not do that, he was here at Palais!

"Oh, it is I, "Princess," warily lost, in a Mystery!" She replied, now some what afraid. (The Red Queen, was not known for his niceties!)

"Have you seen the March Hair? You know, that tall and handsome military fellow? That one, that was clean cut and shaven, you know, down below? Honestly! I really did not know, that "I" was misbehaving!"

"Zoooh! Iz zat all zat brrrrrought yo' heirrrr?"

"Yes, I'm afraid so… Just my lust, and the March Hair!"  This got me all mussed up here, and no longer up there!"

Suddenly she was more aware of all the muffled chuckling and smirks. The light was coming up, and these sounds, it was not coming from smirfs!  In a dungeon pit she was, surrounded by observation benches!  Up above, and most out of reach, strange costumes on all there, and two wearing peaches, stretchy elastics, and vinyl, too!  And down, going down on the end, one dressed in blue!  On top of his head a most curious hat, a few sizes to large, could be, t'was once a wine vat?  This fellow, peered out the bung hole! There were masses of goggles, and ogles, spying down upon her. One breathed through a gas mask, which buzzed with a burr! Then, out popped a mouse, from a pocket, Princess could not tell, if it was ah he or ah her...

And, in the center of the room! "Oh My!" Princess whimpered to her self, and then gasped " A Sybian 5000 mock-Turtle! Complete with hand crank, and asp!"

Then she made her request for muzak… “T'will be 'White Snake' for me tonight Babe-E!" And, Babe-E loaded up her muzak on the karaoke. The room applauded in tiny claps.

"Und, I zeee, ve habt schmiles all arrrround! Zat is most Exzell-ant! " The Red Queen observed.

"Mein Herrs, if yo' vill pleezzze?”  Red Queen requested, “No! Not on our hands and our Knees!" And, out goose stepped, not one, but two, March Hairs, dressed like Nazi!

Princess looked, and immediately wet her panties, panted, and shouted, "this is not fair! Ohhh! Pleesee!!! Help me, HELP ME! Friends" and Princess nodded to them and the device…"to get on the Sybian!"

But, the two burly men stripped her down to her stripes, then tore the crotch, right out of them.  Princess looked up at them, her mouth agape! "I came here for some fun, not fantasy rape!"

The Two Hairs smiled, and lifted Princess by her arm's pits. They handled her so roughly, that they shook both her tits! Then, they carefully lowered her down on the well lubed mock-Turtle. As she slipped, and she slide'd, way down, all could hear her chortle.  (Princess was sooo-happy, they remembered to wet it, too!)

The Red Queen paced about the edges of the dungeon, sipping on his tea for a buzzz. Then he looked up to the crowds. "Shall ve macht dis a bit morrrre inteeerrrrestink fer uzzz?" There was more applause, with tiny claps and giggles.

"Oh! Yez! Brrrrink in der vip!" the Red Queen said with a quip.

"Oh! No!" Princess feigned, her remaining untied hand placed coyly back to her forehead. And she said, "That is positively, morbid!" March Hair One dropped Princess's hand to the device and secured her there, before she could bite. Princess sat there first pouting, and then looking, contrite!

March Hair Two placed blue hair on his head, like a character from Zeuus and manned his crank on the bed.  He took up the whole shaft right up to the tank! And, began to gyrate!  (the device) While Hair one started to spank.

 "Ohh, Ohhh, Ohhhhh!" Princess moaned, feeling mock-turtle practicing his shyness, and expose`. While mock-Turtle did this, the whip made her cheeks, ohhh, quite so rosey! "Ohh, Ohhh, Ohhhhhh!" she moaned, "Whip, harder, please!  "Owwwwww! Not that fuck'ing hard~!" She gasped. And, the audience grinned and applauded, in their tiny claps.

Many rounds of crank gyratin', whip lashes, and small clapin's later. Red Queen got disgusted and started flappin his gator!  Red Queen though to him self, "ohhh, diz iz takin' much, two slong!" And then shouted, "Finisher her! Off! Mit der Head! Vile she rrrrides on de prong!" Loud gasps sounded from the audience, as this was highly unusual!

March Hair One gave the Red Queen a slight bob of his head, clicked his heels together, and shouted "YaVhol! Mine Queen! Perhaps, za Princess is better off dead?"

Hair One dropped his whips, and took up a new position, at Princess's hips.

There he removed the asp, which was tongue tickling her privates. Princess looked at him, all sweaty, huffin' n' puffin'… "Ohhhh! Yes!" she said, as he grappled her breasts, and dived on her muffin!

Much, almost in chorus, Hair Two and Princess chanted "OhhhhMmmmI….OhhhhhhMMmmmI…..OhhhhhMMMmmmmmI Gahhd!… " Both suddenly screamed," Ahhhhhhhhh!"   And, then they both squirted. Princess barely averted, Red Queen. Princess's stream pulsed in high arch over Hair one's head. Missing, had she hit Queen, Princess'd would certainly be dead!  The Two, left puddles every where, then he slipped off his crank. A huge applause was struck up by the audience! Heavy clapping, shouts and whistles filled the dungeon. Here and there people took up to smoking…

And, Princess lay, passed out on the Sybian 5000 mock-Turtle.  Hair One, wrinkled his nose a few times.  T’was covered in her juices! And as he did, his whiskers twitched, and his tongue licked, like a moose's!

Princess awoke the next day, gagging on smoke! Is the Palis on fire?" Princess thought, "this is no joke!"  "Whoooooo…."She heard.  And, Princess saw a billow of smoke, not a good omen! Twas pouring out of that fag, from next door, J'ill, da Vermin!  He had blazed up her Hooka, and then started smoking! And, it was on that, which she was now choking!

 "J'ill! Goddamit! Blow that, away, or I'll have to vomit!

"WHooooo…" J'ill said once again, blowing smoke, towards her ass, "Did you doooooo….last night?" Is every one ok, are you still alright" Did you pass? "OOOOout…." Princess took stalk of her situation, (with tongue in cheek.) "Well, I seem to have lost me knickers!"  Then Princess sighed, seeing her oversized vase, martini in shape, intact on the dresser, and her cherry, in its proper place. "Ahmen!" Princess thought " god did sure bless her!" "I'm ok!"

J'ill, feinged covering his eyes, reminded of his Gender. "Bender? Have yooooou… been on? Out late last night? Is that blood on your fender?" He asked. Princess replied, "My Gosh! Why! I don't remember!" J'ill chuckled, in his best Elmer Fudd "Wewh, my dear, you shall have twwooo be more caweful, wen you go chasing  W'abbit! Huh huh, huh huh, huh!”

Princess kicked her new combat boots out of the way, and ran up into J'ill's face thinking Princess'd make him pay!  "Ohhhh, J'ill! We're in the Military now! I just got 'drafted'! So keep your's shut, or it will be both of us, they're after! "Please don't ask! And, I shall not tell!" "She looked at him pleading, and not feeling too well.

"OOOOooooooKayyyyy! J'ill blew, and he laughed, with a smirk, while a small mouse peeked out the pocket, of his dirty t-shirt... “My dear Princess "Alice", what ever, blows up your skirt???”

PFT!!!

“Yes, she did a couple once”, first girl answered. “But, I don’t think it was quite what they were expecting…He was this big strapping guy, cocky, and as arrogant as they cum. She thought, she was “all that,” too. But, she did have a nice body…” First girl mused…”Well, please, do tell me more,” the garden slave begged.

Little Hottie liked to watch. Nothing turned her on more than her guy doing some one else, just before she stopped him and did her. Princess took her time as she tied her to the chair, first her legs to the legs, then her hands, to the arms of the unusual and comfy chair. All the while Princess had caressed her gently, teasingly, never quite touching anything serious, but getting, ohhh, so close, to all the right spots.

Then, she suddenly left her, to attend to Hulk. First girl dragged him in by a chain around his neck. His hands were tied behind him, and he was hobbled so that he could only shuffle along as he was some times violently pulled. “Methrrrrf Feeeekim Bissssh” Was all he was able to manage growling, the last time first girl gave his chain a tug. First girl responded, pulling his chain hard from behind, setting him off balance, and kneeing him in the small of his back.

“Ohhh, my!” Princess teased, “Will you look at this little thing we have here!” She said as she fondled his manhood. “They’re usually not quite as big as they like to say they are, are they?” First girl commented. “Well, we can fix that!” Princess said as she continued to tease. Then she grabbed a “black extender” from the service table, and rolled it on him. She grinned and commented” This will give him a few more inches, but not quite as much pleasure as he might like.” “Ya, but he is still not as big as that black fellow we had in here the other day,” First girl complained. Princess playfully slapped first girl on her ass as she went by and readied the bench.

”You are insatiable, girl! Now, let us find a way to make this little fellow happy!” “Ahhhh, ma’am!” First girl complained, just before she stuck her tongue in his ear. She enjoyed making him shiver. Holding his chain close to his neck she guided him to the fuck bench. Where she popped his restraints into the carabineers already installed in convenient places. Princess, just out of view from Little Hottie tied in the chair, was already adjusting her “big black boy’s” straps about her hips, and looking very content.

“Ohhhhh, yes! I want to watch!” Little Hottie squealed, while she struggled with her restraints, aching to be rubbing her hard clit . First girl slapped her, just a caution shot, “You really need to be quiet,” She warned her. Then first girl licked a few circles around her nipples, not touching them, but getting way too close for comfort, as far as Little Hottie was concerned. But, she refrained from complaining, still feeling the sting of that slap on her cheek. First girl grabbed a hand full of hair, eased Little Hottie’s head back and kissed her deeply.  

On his back, Hulk was nicely exposed, and totally incapacitated. He pulled at his restraints and tried to complain, but all he did was make his black extender flop about, while Princess greased up his ass. Princess eased the huge strapon into him, and he thrashed and complained more, but he only managed to make more drool run down his face. Princess eased it back and forth for a while to make him more comfortable with it. As he settled into the experience, Princess caressed his legs extending either side of her as she pumped him, and cooed, “ Oh yes! You like that, don’t you! Ohhhhh….”

First girl let Little Hottie’s head come forward, just long enough to see that Princess was standing up and doing her her man, but not up long enough to really see how she was doing him. And, she continued to tease Little hottie with kisses, never landing on any of the really hot spots. Little hottie squirmed and panted and struggled at her restraints.

Listening to Princess enjoy her fuck, with Hottie’s man, was making her so hot, that it was difficult, not to cum without, touching.  But she didn’t, and wanted to, so badly, and to touch her self.  After what seemed like an eternity, Princess let out a howling, “ ohhhhh goooooood, that was a nice fuck!” And, she slapped Hulk on the thigh, hard, with a loud  “pop”. That sent Hottie so close to the edge that she couldn’t stand it no longer. “Ohhhh! I have got to touch my self!, Please! Let me touch my self!”

First girl looked to Princess for instruction. Princess nodded. And first girl demonstrated what the unusual chair could do. She pulled the back half of the seat out, exposing Little Hottie’s cunt, and pressed the back forward, placing Hottie in an excellent position to see that Princess had on a huge black strap on, and her guy also had on a black dick, and was looking all sweaty, and spent. Then the blind fold was on before Little Hottie could complain. First girl continued to lick and tease Little Hottie.

Princess rolled the fuck bench, quietly, Hulk and all, over to the unusual chair. First girl lifted it with a switch, allowing Princess to roll Hulk under little hottie. First girl lowered the chair, while Princess eased Hulk’s black boy into Hottie.

“Ohhhhhh! Fuck me!!!” Hottie complained, feeling the huge black boy enter her. “I have got to touch myself!!!” Princess nodded, and first girl released one of Hottie’s arms. “Ohhhh, yes, Fuck me! “ Princess shouted, just before she and first girl left the room, and giggled…

“I don’t think Little Hottie will be satisfied with Hulk, sans the “ black extender”, ever again!” First girl laughed.

“Ya, right, that was a good one!” Garden slave laughed and slapped his knee.

“First girl!” Princess commanded. First girl about crapped her pants, and whispered “oh shit!” “We have work to do, so quit teasing them slaves!” “Yes Princess…” First girl answered , running to get to the dungeon, fast.

PFT!!!

Satisfied, that her dogs had been fed, walked, and kenneled, Princess casually walked through her lonely castle, switching off lights, closing doors, and slamming the locking bolts home. “Where is he, Ohhhhh!” She sighed, rolling her head against the cold walls, caressing them with her fingers, “Where is MY “Prince Charming”?” A single tear rolled slowly down her cheek, while her glistening loins ached for his special attentions…

“Good night sweet prince!” She whispered…

PFT!!!

p.s. You slimy dick heads can "report" all you like, I have the ability to make infinite copies...PFT!!!

First girl was singing to her self, as she listened to her ipod "Bark three times, down the hallway, if you love me....Piss on the pipes, if the answer is noooooo..." Starteled by the question, she pulled an ear piece out and answered, “That bitch?” First girl asked, “Well ya, I remember! Princess usually doesn’t do doggie stuff, but every now and then she gets in a mood…I remember, that cravin’ bitch, she was such a sweet lil pup! I forgot that other dog dick, that was interested. So many puppy dog tails run through Princess’s kennels, these days. Maybe, he’ll write us again, so we can customize his story…Any how, She got a wild hair up her ass one day, and decided to mind fuck two whore hounds, with one dog...LOL!!!”

First girl teased z some more, tuggin’ at his dick, and then slapping him across the face. “Would you like another Scooby snack z? Have you been a good boy??? Hum?” Z could hear the plastic of the snack box crinkle, and the chunks of his favorite food shake in the box she held. He whimpered and begged his best…

Finally, she tossed him a bone. “There ya go, little doggie! One nice cookie for ya!” As he greedily munched the tasty doggie treat biscuit, first girl watched, smiling, then frowning, then getting a positively evil look in her eyes. “POW!” She smacked him across the face again! “The bitch! Ohh, how I would love to fuck you, doggie style”, z thought, looking at her sexy form, and watching the way she eased her naked tail around to his face so he could get a good sniff of her fine ass, and just out there, out of the reach of his tongue….

“Did you bring the peanut butter like I asked” Princess asked first girl.

Startled, having not seen Her come in the room, and hoping that she was not just caught torturing that dog, z, first girl stuttered, “ah, ah, ah yeeeesss ma’am!”

“Excellent! Now, quit playing with that poor dog over there, and get over here to help me.” Princess directed.  Attached to a leash, on all fours, wearing floppy leather ears, and a muzzle, wiggly tail sticking straight and curved up out of her ass, Princess had a girl following her. First girl giggled at the sight of it!

Princess tossed some similar equipment on the service table next to the grooming bench. “Put these on z” she instructed. “When you are done, you help me get “cravin’ bitch” settled on the grooming bench” We have a special treat in store for her. She is going to meet her new boy friend today! Aren’t you!” Princess said as she grabbed the floppy ears, shook the bitch’s head up and down, and kissed her on her faux muzzle. Cravin’ bitch whimpered, panted, and shook her tail, just before she barked loudly three times.

Z whimpered, as the muzzle/ball gag was inserted. As happy as he would be to bark, there would be none of that for him today. Drool rolled uncontrollably from his mouth and on to the floor. He winced and whined, as the tail was stuffed up his ass. “Merff, merrfff” was all he could manage for a bark. He waged his ass feverously and made his tail flop hard from side to side.

At Princess’s nodded command, both z and craven bitch were blind folded. Cravin’ bitch let her tongue roll out of her mouth and panted hard in anticipation, as z was lead over, walking upright, hopping along, his little paws held up near his hairy chest. Z was already hard, so first girl guided him in to craven bitch’s twat. Cravin’ bitch, not yet wet howled for the first few strokes, until her hot pussy caught up with the job at hand. As z pumped, cravin’ bitch panted and growled in a very seductive way.

Just before either of them could cum, Princess directed first girl with hand signals. First girl nodded, put z in a choke hold to keep him quiet, as she dragged him over to the wall and quietly snapped him into his upright restraints. He howled, and wimpered, when she released his neck. First girl slathered his hard cock up with peanut butter.

Cravin’ bitch whimpered, too, but not for long. Then there were scrapy noises, like doggies nails slipping on the tiles,  just before she felt her tail removed and a very hot and hard, but tiny cock slide up her ass,  and start pumpin’ her in a very doggie way. “OhhhhYES!!!” she thought.

Then she felt the hot drool land on her back. “Oh my god!” she thought, so hot at that moment, she could hardly stand it. Then, there were the scratches on her back, and they hurt so bad! “What the fuck!” She thought in panic, as two skinny, furry legs seemed to pin her while that dog was fucking her hard!

Up against the wall, z heard what sounded like a very large dog walking across the floor. Then he heard a very noisy dog lick and jaw snap. “Oh fuck!” he thought. And, a very hot wet tongue started licking at his throbbing cock. “Ouch!” he tried to say over the ball gag, “That was sharp! Take it easy with the teeth bitch!” He thought, and howled.

Both cravinn’ bitch and z were howling now. And, it was not long before both came so hard that they nearly passed out!  Both listened nervously as they heard the scratchy nails of a dog being lead away.

When the two had caught their breath, Princess took the blind fold, first off of cravin’ bitch, and then z. Z could smell peanut butter every where. Cravin' bitch noticed a small gob of it was on her shoulder.

Then Princess opened the door of the kennel. And, right there, was a very large German Sheppard, on a leash, in first girl’s hands. She was removing its muzzle. It licked hard at the peanut butter still on its lips, and clapped its powerful jaws closed, just before before barking three times, very loud! Which just about startled the crap out of both cravin’ bitch and z.

Princess grinned evilly at them both. "Well what is the matter?Huh? You both look like you just screwed the pooch!"

Princess decided to leave the two pups to enjoy their moment, and walked down the hall. First girl walked with her, tossing snacks to an eager Sheppard. Princess slapped her on the ass playfully. “You did great, girl!” she praised. “Ma’am, you are such a devious bitch!” First girl taunted, as she wiped a bit of peanut butter from her lip, and ate it.

“Yes, I am”, Princess mused, “Aren’t I?” And, they both giggled…

“And you know, I don’t think she ever told those two how she pulled it off!” First girl explained, finishing her story. While she casually stirred the coffee with her middle finger, before licking her finger, sipping her fresh hot coffee, and then laughing.

PFT!!!

The lightning flashed violently, and the winds blew fiercely, nearly toppling some trees near Collinwood. Each time the lightening flashed, eerie shadows contrasted the whitewashed walls of the huge mansion. A small ghostly looking child dashed frantically between the trees, calling, “Princess…Princess….” to no answer.

Princess laughed wickedly, watching z lick the trail down the hall, which she had ordered. Her fangs glistened with each lightning flash. Her eyes glared red, and then returned to their seductive ice blue. The Master of the house had been buried for years, a suspected vampire, perhaps a spawn of the devil himself. But, his burial had certainly not been the end of the misdeeds occurring nightly at Collinwood.

When z reached the end of the long hall, First Girl, the Princess’s chambermaid, chained him there, with his back exposed, for Mistress’s pleasures. She carefully laid out several instruments for Princess, on a small service table near the soon to be punished z. And, she watched, as Princess spent hours spanking him with first a flat paddle, and then a pig slapper. She was working now, with a razor strap. Each time it struck home, first girl winced, and z cried out! And, each time, he let off with a more piteous wail, and a gush of tears upon his face. First girl had seen Princess angered before, but never like this!

“Spit on him!” She ordered, and first girl rushed to comply, hoisting her long skits, so that she might arrive there quickly. First girl, scared, could hardly muster any spit, but she did put a pathetic few spritzes on his head. “Come on! Pull it up form the bottom of your lungs, girl! I want this pathetic, want to be, bitch to get what he deserves!” Princess howled. “Yes Mistress!” First girl replied, “I shall endeavor to do better!” She snorted, and hacked up her flem, in a most obnoxious way, before letting it fly in a huge nasty wad, right into z’s face.

“Excellent!” her Mistress observed, and laughed, hideously, “Cover that pathetic bitch with spittle!” Princess ordered.  “Now, remove his manacles!” Z slid from the wall, into a helpless heap on the floor. “Kiss her virgin arse, z! Do it, now! And, I want to see your tongue wash it thoroughly!” The chambermaid hoisted her skirts and unfastened her pantaloons to let them fall, before she quickly stepped out of them, and turned to expose her arse to z. Her Mistress suddenly grabbed z by the hair and forced his face into position. “Lick it like you would enjoy it, you filthy slut!” Princess commanded, stepping away to watch from across the room

His hot little tongue darted all about her nether regions. It was warm, and wet, and tickled her so, that she could hardly stand for it. And, just when first girl thought she could take it no more, her Mistress, flew across the room and grabbed her by the hair, and tossed her aside by it, most violently.

Then, to first girl's shock and horror, Princess proceeded to do most a most hideous thing to the poor boy. Princess worked diligently, and carefully, to etch a huge daemon sign into his back with her atheme. First girl watched in horror as She did, praying and crossing her self. Then the lightening struck violently!

Down in the crypt, the Master of the household growled harshly, and shoved the lid forcefully off his coffin. Above it was etched in stone, “Barnabus rests, undisturbed, here.”“ Who dares wake me from my slumber!!!” He hollered. And in a flash, his shadowy form darted out of the crypt.

Firs girl saw it, this huge black shape, fly rapidly across the room, and land in front of z. First girl cried out in terror, and fled screaming as she ran down the long hall.

Z looked, through swollen eyes, as the huge beast pulled him to his knees by his hair. It ripped open its trousers, and what looked like a huge horse cock, flopped out and plopped on z’s head. “Suck it, down!” The Master commanded, in a voice not unlike that of a beast from “Duke Nukem”. Z complied, licking it into a very hard, 2 foot long member, the most massive cock he had ever seen!

Princess clapped her tiny hands, and laughed. “You’ll get what you have been asking for, now! You pathetic bitch!” She commented as she watched z’s laboring.

“Now, Bend OVER!!!” The Master Growled, in a voice like the bad guy character on inspector gadget. As z was turned forcefully around, he screamed pathetically, “NOOOO! NOOOOOOOOO!!!!”

And, so, the Master of the manor, had his way with z...

“He is to tend to the gardens in the morning, dear…” She told first girl, and in a much improved mood. First girl, curtsy’ed, and then carefully smoothed her dress in front as she replied, “Yes Mistress! It shall be done, as you have ordered! “

Lightening flashed violently, once again, and the room appeared quite modern. Princess was  in her short black skirt, as she was accustom to wear. And, first girl was in her tattered short rag, just slightly exposing her well licked ass. Z, Princess's little whore, was still chained to his wall, in bra, and panties, while eerie electronic music played in the back ground…

PFT!!!

“What kinds of naughty things does Princess do to guys?”  First girl asked, repeating his question. “Are you sure you really want to know?”

The little perv nodded his head vigorously…

“Well, She can be rather surprising at times.” First girl continued…

“You like it when I tie you up on the bed like this, don’t you?” Princess asked.

“Oh, yeeeessssss!” Perv’ replied, while Princess snugged his restraints. “But, why the rubber sheets?”

“Tsk, Tsk, Tsk!!! Soooooo many questions! The answers, might spoil your surprise! Princess chided as she fired up her vibrator. She inched her way up to his chin, on her knees, with him nicely restrained below her. While it was certainly obvious she didn’t need any lube on it, she still let him lick at it. He could see a bit of cum run down her legs as she moved. He knew she had recently fucked some one, and it certainly wasn’t him! The slow, undulating vibrations felt good on his lips, as she gently slipped it in and out of his mouth, and until it was thoroughly wetted.

“Would you like to watch?” She asked

“Ohhhhh, yeeeesss!” Perv’ replied.

She inserted it very slowly, and it seemed to make her arch her back as she did. “OhhhhhOhhhhhOhhhhhhhhhh!” She cooed, so sweetly siding it in and out every so slowly. When she finally pulled it out, and with a most satisfied look on her face, she teased him some more, rolling the tip of it on his lips, buzzing them, letting the juices slide down the vibrator, and into his mouth. It was so damned salty! There were no doubts now, she had definitely fucked some one recently.

“I need some help here,” She said as she pointed to her pussy lips with the vibrators tip, and inched her way closer to his tongue. “be a good boy, and lick all around there!” Perv’s eager tongue circled her tightly little pussy, licking up all the wetness on her.  Occasionally, he slipped it into her to open her, and to let more flow out on his tongue. He eagerly swallowed all that landed there, as she continued to tease herself with the vibrator all around her swollen little clit, moaning softly as she did. 

After several long minutes, Princess backed up about a foot from his face, and raised up on her knees. She inserted the tip of the vibrator only a couple of inches this time, and tilted it down, pressing it into her with a lever motion, slowly, up and then down. Then she suddenly arched back, sighed loudly, and pushed out three little squirts of fluid. Perv’ recognizing the signs, closed his eyes, because the last time she had done this, the fluids left his eyes swollen and puffy for a few days. He reach out his tongue as far as it could go, and let her sweet nectars land where they would, swallowing quickly and sticking his tongue out again, until no more came to his tongue.

Princess, after taking a few minutes to compose her self, finally stood up over him, her pussy still peaking out at him, under her short skirt. Her knee high vinyl boots glistened on either side of his head. She grinned down at him as she switched off her vibrator. “And now for your surprise!” She proclaimed, looking very mischievous.

“Oh, Yesss! What is it???” Perv’ asked. And, she let him have it! Lifting her skirt just a little, she tossed her head back and let it flow. Torrents of hot piss flooded his face , and trickled down his body!

Little perv’ jumped up an down, so excited he could hardly stand himself. “Me! Ohhhhh! I want her to do me, too!”

First girl looked at him suspiciously. “Really now? Come here!” She commanded. And she slapped the shackles on him, pinning him to the wall in his cage. Little perv looked so dejected.  “Maybe, some day, when you have earned it!” First girl teased…

Sorry kind sirs, t’was a night of knocking boots with some cowboys and cowgirls down in the big O  (Orlando). But, I am ready to let my hair down now. The air conditioned coach ride home , finally cooled me off!  And still, not a "foot" soldier in sight! *pouts*

Good night you princes, and future captains…

PFT!!!

Fair Came’alot, did write, with  poisoned pen:  “You are a man getting off on others fantasies.”

Dearest Came’ and went…

What do we have here, another "ball gazer". (Ahhh, let me polish up that crystal, so you can see better! )  

Perhaps, that is your fantasy, to discover that some one who has been adjusting your hormones on the screen, is actually a guy? Hum, what an interesting story…

Actually, I write for their fantasies. I get off on the creative process. They give me a frame work, I create a story. So far, they are happy with the results.

Did I fail to shatter your fantasy, in a way that you desire? Well there is no sign up on my profile that says "sweet and nice rendered here". Would you like a refund?

* tosses tu’pence on the ground* There, that should repay you, for your "two cents worth!" Now, run along! There are probably a few windmills down the road for which you might "tilt" at.

Were you really trying to impress me with that, win my favor in some way? Well it is not working. So, I'll let you know, I have a “three strikes and you are out” policy. "Strike ONE".

The rest of the time, you will find me accommodating and polite.  But, if that is not your thing, you do have the “right to remain silent!” Or, you can just click on another profile...Bye!

I've about had enough with the "sour grapes" stories, they have been overdone! Now get busy and write me a story!!!

PFT!!!

The Princess hung her glass dancing slippers with pride, near her vanity. She pouted that there were no foot slaves available to rub her achy feet, aching from 6 hours of dancing in the grand ballroom. The slinky Latin dress fell where she unfastened it. She took a dainty step out, and away from it, leaving her as naked as she was underneath it.  She kicked open the valve on the massive garden tub in her private chambers and turned on the jets. She added her favorite bath salts. Then she lighted a few candles, and dimmed the lights. A dash of her favorite sent was added to the bubbling waters. And, she slid gently in to the hot waters, letting them ease her achy muscles. Then she closed her eyes, and whispered, to all the naughty boys and girls that were patiently watching her, “Good Night!

PFT!!!

The old story teller farted, religiously, as he walked down the halls dimming the lamps. At least for him, it was a religious experience, at least letting his aching bowels get a bit of relief.

“Oh sorry, I didn’t see you following me there! So, be careful sneaking up on me like that!” And, he farted long, and hard, again…

“The Princess is out for the eve…You will just have to come back again tomorrow!”

The old story teller continued with his task, dimming lights, and farting, yet once again….

PFT!!!

The old story teller scratched his beard and thought for a moment. “There was this time, when there was such a ruckus in the Princess’s household. It must have been about, oh, …years ago…in a Dungeon, not far away…”

“What? Yet another miserable slave to demand my attentions?” Princess complained. While She checked his butt plug, First girl nodded her head. The plug was still firmly in place, right where his previous mistress had stuck it.

“Of all the filthy, stinking… why do these keep ending up on my shores?” She asked, of no one.  “I do not know Princess”, First Girl answered. She checked his manacles, still chained to his neck. “The fool could have drowned!” First girl nodded her agreement and murmured, “yes Princess…”

“It is a good thing, that  he got out of that house boat, before the damned thing was fully enveloped in fire!” First Girl nodded again, and wiped some debris and soot from the slave’s forehead. “These idiot teen age “Dommes”, really should take better care of their property! God forbid, one should ever have a child to take care of!” The Princess commented.

“Does it speak?” Princess asked. The slave, realizing she had referred to it, choked on his own spittle, cleared his throat and answered “Ma’am, yes, it speaks, when asked to.” Princess continued, "Tell me, then, what happened?”

The slave took a deep sighing , heaving, breath, and began…

“She always leaves me this way, chained and manacled. She can sometimes be gone for hours! I never know where she is at, or what she is up to. She often comes home smelling of alcohol, and other men…”the slave sniffed and sobbed.

“Go on, what happened?” Princess asked.

“Well, this time, she had been to a gang bang. I could tell, because I could smell other guys on her when she entered the galley. She slapped me around a lot, knowing I could not defend myself this way. And, she fixed her self a drink, and grabbed a few things to munch, before she dragged me off to her stateroom.” Remembering the sway of the boat, and how sea sick he still was, and all the sea water he had drunk, the slave retched, and almost vomited.

“Fetch a bucket First Girl! I do not think this one is going to make it…” She ordered. First girl nodded and ran off to perform the task. “Ok, so this whore brought her stench back to the boat, then what happened?" She asked, holding his chin in her hand, and looking into his eyes, watching for his reactions.

The slave cleared his throat again, and heaved a heavy sigh. “Ma’am, she dragged me into her stateroom! That is where, where she does things to me.” His eyes pleaded, but he continued with the Princess still keeping eye contact. “She said it would be special for me, real special! But, but,…” He closed his eyes and let a few tears fall. Princess shook his chin, “Tell me!” She ordered.

“Her pussy was so nasty! It was all swollen, and puffy red. I do not know if it was from fucking, or if she was still so damned horny, or what."

“She was hot, and ready for more action, dummy!” Princess commented. 

The slave looked at her, still confused, but continued. “And every time she moved, she oozed. I’d have guessed she had fucked 10 different guys, and all their jiz was still in there.” He retched again, but first girl was there, just in time, with the bucket. He gagged some more, then regained his composure. “ She, she , made me, made me…” And, he vomited again.

Princess threw some cold water in its face. The slave shook his head, and took in a deep breath. The Princess grabbed a huge hand full of his hair. ” YES, MA’AM!” he cried out, I will! I will!” Princess asked him, still holding  his hair ,“You will what?” The slave looked frightened, but continued, “I will eat your pussy!, Er, ah, she made me eat her pussy, I mean…Ummmm, She grabbed my hair and forced my face into her nasty crotch!” Princess chuckled, and asked, “Then what?”

“I was forced to eat her until all that cum was swallowed, along with all her cum, and while she came, and came again!” The slave sniffed.

“So, what was the big problem?” The Princess questioned, still holding him by his hair.

“ME! My dick…Her dick… was sooo fucking hard! My balls..her balls , were aching! She, she, she  forgot to take off the chastity device! And, I was swollen inside of it!” He complained…

“Ahhh, poor baby!” Princess chided, and noticed it was still attached, and that he was in fact still hard, as hard as could be expected in such a device. “Well, go on…” She encouraged.

“Then she tossed me into the closet, and left me there all night! Like this!” He sniveled and cried…And, she didn’t feed me all that day! And, I was thirsty! My mouth was soo dry that I could hardly enjoy eating her pussy!”

“Well, it could have been worse!” The princess commented. The slave look confused, but asked, weakly,“how ma’am? “ The Princess answered, “She could have had you suck off all 10 of  those guys, and made that your dinner!” And, she laughed hard!  The slave retched again, the Princess stepped aside, and first girl caught the avalanche of vomit that followed.

After he had had a few minutes to recover his composure, the Princess asked” So, how , exactly did you end up here?”

He continued his story, “I, I, I do not know! I was locked in the closet. I remember smelling smoke, and there was alcohol all over the floor…Then I woke up on your beach…” His eye closed slowly and his head drooped, hanging limp in Princess’ hand, held only by his hair. Which she released, allowing him, his slumber.

“His, is a sad tale, indeed!” The princess commented. “Yes Princess,” First Girl replied.

Princess pushed a bit of hair back over her ear while she thought about what she had heard. “Take him to the kennels and clean him up. Tend his burns, and see that he is made comfortable. Ask One to remove his shackles, he’s a lock smith, so he should make short work of that. When he wakes up, feed the poor bastard and then suck him off…” First Girl stood to attention, all smiles and acknowledged, “YES MA”AM!” Before, she slipped an arm under the brute, and helped drag him away…

The old story teller scratched under his beard one more time, "Yep, and that is the story about how that old fart slave ended up on her shores...

PFT!!!

This time, today, it was down in her dungeon, not too far, away…

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite asshole licker, Z!” The Princess proclaimed as the little piggy was presented to her. “Have you been wearing my panties again?”She asked, seeing him nervously nod his head, his eyes down cast, but still grinning. “Oh, you naughty boy!”

“Gee, and you so did want to tend my party, didn’t you?” She asked. “So, are you going to bend over for any guy that asks? Lick a ball, here or there? Allow my male guests to grope you as you pass?” She continued asking, watching him continuously nod his head, and frown, and form a pout.

“How about giving them the best damned head you can?” He looked up, surprised, as he did, when she asked that. “Really, now???” She asked, sooooo sweetly. "You do know, that only princes are invited to my parties?? He frowned again. “My, My, what are we going to do with you?”

“Release the other slaves! Strip him and tie him up! NOW!” she ordered. And, she spat on a rather large butt plug, and turned it all around so the spit would coat the end of it, while they did. “Gag him! And, hobble him to his knees!”

His ass was left pointing straight up in the air. Princess gently, at first, eased the huge butt plug into him. “And just as things were starting to go well,” he thought, “the bitch slammed it home!”  He started crying, because it hurt, so bad.

“Ohh, dear!” The Princess commented, raising his head to knee level, and looking at his tears, “lets not waist all this! Boys, line up over here! I want you to use his wet face for lube. Get ‘em! Hey, Ho! And, jerk them off as you go!” Princess went back to her lounge chaise, reclined for a good show, and fired up her favorite vibrator...

Three naked males slaves lined up around the bound “Z”, and rubbed their hard dicks all over his wet face. And, they all began to massage their hard cocks frequently bumping them into “Z” face. All the while, he continued to cry.

Growing tired of the amusements, Princess commanded, “One, I want spooge! NOW!” And, One stepped up closer to “Z” pumping his huge cock furiously, until he cam all over Z's face in huge gobs. “Two, Three! I want it in Z’ ears, NOW! And, Two and Three, stepped up closer, furiously pumping their cocks, until they both exploded simultaneously in Z’s ears.

The three slaves, exhausted, and dripping in sweat, slowly backed away from Z, as Princess approached. “Oh, My! What a mess!” She proclaimed. “You boys have out done your selves! I am very proud! First girl, see that they are all fed, and cleansed before they are returned to their cages!” She instructed. “Maybe, we will let them do that again, in a week or two…” First girl just chuckled as she gathered up their tethers, and led them away.

“What’s ‘ah matter, boy!” She asked, Z. “This was not quite, the party you were planning?” And, she laughed, as he weakly nodded his head…

“Take care in what you ask your Princess to do for you, because you just might get it!”

PFT!!!

One fantasy I have around chastity has to do with a man who gets caught playing with himself by his Mistress....I hope you enjoy this because I'm putting my best foot forward. 

*Reprinted with “USD’s” permission, after spell checking, and editing*  PFT!!!

Here You go ;) 

He came home from work one day, a long, stressful day in the office, putting together deal after deal only to come home completely exhausted with one thing on his mind...Her.

As he laid down and let his mind wander, he only became more and more intoxicated with thoughts of Her.  She's not going to be home for hours, he thought...He wished She were there...he wished he could look Her in Her beautiful eyes and show Her how much he wanted to please here. 

Somewhere in the midst of the fantasies, thinking about how She had taken him from his comfortable executive life and wore him down mentally until he was completely devoted to Her, he began to get aroused.  He thought about how proud yet selfish he was once, how he only thought about himself.  He thought about how She took him away from this, sending him to work wearing panties in the morning, texting him and requiring time stamped pictures on the hour, regardless of what meeting he was in. 

He remembered the one trip where he forgot to put them in his suitcase and when he returned home She introduced him to a pain he never thought he could feel.  The stinging of the leather loop of the crop slapped directly against his balls, swift and hard....The suffering taught him a lesson, he realized if he ever disappointed Her again, the damage would be permanent, it may already have been. 

Even with all of this, he couldn’t get the thought of pleasing Her out of his mind.  He yearned to see Her smile.  Her gentle words of encouragement whispered in to his ears were like magic to his soul.  He felt complete...only with her approval.  As he lost himself in a world of pleasure, his hand had found the erect cock that once held him hostage....a long lost feeling of pleasure came over him and he continued to massage it with his hand.  Just at that moment the front door opened and  from the couch he was laying on he could see Her frozen in disbelief.  She couldn’t believe how he could be so disobedient....how he could be so selfish.  One look at Her expression and he felt the bottom drop out of his stomach......

Her heels clicked up the steps of the wood stair case and he heard the lock of the bedroom door as she disappeared.  He felt empty.  Several hours passed and he dared not knock to see if She would acknowledge him. 

When She emerged She was holding something...he was mortified by the sight.....

In Her right hand was the crop that had done so much damage to him that one night, and in the left was a sharp object that looked like it would impale the toughest of flesh.  He could see there was more though, a shiny dark metallic object...OH MY GOD...it was a chastity device....but not the CB-3000 he was used to wearing for short periods of time, this was more, something permanent he wondered?

He pleaded with Her, dropped to his knees and begged Her not to...he begged Her to forgive him.  His pleas seemed like cries of an insolent child to Her.  She could see that the begging had made him erect.........

ENOUGH she commanded!  She ordered him on all fours, he complied immediately.  Without hesitation she wielded the crop with her full force and slapped his balls with the greatest of intensity.  At first he couldn't scream.  The pain welling up inside him was so intense that his vocal chords had contracted from the stinging.  With the 9th or 10th blow he uttered what sound he could make, begging, pleading for Her to stop. 

When she did his balls were completely black & blue.  His manhood in complete question and her words ice cold....you will never need this again......

With so much pain rushing through his body he could barely feel the object pierce his limp cock. As she worked it through she followed it quickly with an open eyed metallic barb which she quickly anchored through his cock with another on the opposite side.  Before the blood could stop flowing out of his decimated excuse for a penis she placed that dark shiny cage over it and the next sound he heard was the clasp of the steel locks she used to secure it through the eye hooks...he would never cum again....

USD

The field slave paused to wipe some sweat from his brow. “Ya, I know a few tails about the Princess, but it will cost ya! I want your biskits from lunch this afternoon. Cum’ on! Hand ‘em ova! Princess makes the best damned biskits, I ever et’!” He stood leaning over his shovel, waiting. Finally, the other slave handed them two, which he had carefully rolled up in a napkin before placing them in his pouch at lunch, over to the other slave. “Good, ‘nuff!” The first slave replied, happily accepting the meager offering. And, he began his tail, “Princess was having her foot fairies tend to her one day, when a naughty one decided to go all “hump her foot” on her…”

While two slaves tended to her feet, Princess complained, “I want the ‘blue sparkle”! How many times, do I have to tell you idiots? If you try to put that ‘purple passion’ on my toes again, I will paint your tongues with it! The two foot fairies trembled and ducked as Princess threw the small bottle of nail polish across the room and bounced it off a stone wall.

Freddie was still trying to earn his silk panties. “Pee’rella already had her full French maid’s outfit, for chirst’s sakes!” He thought, “I’m neva’ goin’ get mah stuff!” So nervous that he could hardly hold his tiny nail brush, his hands shook, and he smeared the blue polish over her little toe.

Princess’s riding crop crashed into the top of his skull. “Ohhhhh!” he complained. "Freddie Fuck’up! Pay attention to what you are doing! Damn it! Watch Pee’rella, she always does a nice job. I want those toes looking perfect!

Freddie quickly dabbed Her toe clean with nail polish remover. All this foot handling and the smells of an auto body shop, the nail polish, the acetone in the polish remover, was making him giddy, and horny. “Yes my Princess!” he replied.

Pee’rella was always nice to him. She turn the foot she was working on, a little, so he could see how she was carefully dabbing on the polish. As he watched, he noticed that she set the wet brush on the center of the nail and then pushed the polish up towards the quick, until it just started touching, then gave the brush a slight twist to smooth it below the quick and follow that curved line. “Oh!” He thought, “that ain’t so difficult!” And, he tried again, more successful this time.

After he had all five of Her perfect little toes painted, Freddie paused to have a look at his work, first turning Her foot one way, then the other. Satisfied that all was right as rain, he sprayed the dryer on her toes, and then blew on them, as he noticed Pee’rella was doing. 

Her foot felt so damned good in his hand. And, God! It was just perfect! Her foot was just the right shape, nicely tanned, and so pretty, with the fresh blue sparkle on it! Freddie gently massaged it, underneath, with his fingers, just aching to rub his dick on her instep.

“Are you two little piggies about finished up there? “ Princess asked, seeming to not be paying much attention, while she read her local “Town Cry’er”. “Almost”, Pee’rella answered up, in a polite and sweet voice.

Freddie, lost in his fantasy, inched up to Her foot, more, and more, until his throbbing cock had just lightly touched the skin of her instep.

“Oh! No! You just, didn’t!” Princess screamed. The paper was tossed to the side, and she was up in an instant, towering over Freddie. “Freddie! You FUCK’UP! I am going to beat the crap out of you!” She growled through clenched teeth. And, then it came, the blinding pain of her crop landing, stick and not flap, right on top of his head! Pee’rella dashed over to a safer place in Her room, to be clear of the action.

Before he could react, and move his hands off his aching head, to his crotch, Princess had a tow rope tied to his balls. She tugged hard. “Follow me, Asshole!” She commanded. And she lead/dragged Freddie to the bath room by his balls. “Not only have you no god damned manners, Freddie Fuck’UP”, but you left the fucking toilet seat up again, didn’t you???”

“God! My nutz are aching! She must have tied that rope too tight,” he thought. Seeing the seat was in fact up, he began to panic, as she pulled the rope closer to the rim of the bowl. “Yes Princess, I fucked up,” he whimpered, “I fucked up bad, real bad! I just wanted to touch you!” The crop crashed down on his head again. “OOOOOuch!” HE cried, grabbing his aching head, once again, with both hands, as if holding it would make the pain go away! Then his eye's iris grew to the size of saucers, as he realized her hand was on the seat, and his cock was laying over the rim of the toilet.

Then it happened, “Bam!” Just like that! And, Freddie fell slowly, first to his knees, then to the floor, this time grabbing his sore dick…

“HA, HA, HA! That  ol’ dumb shit, Freddie Fuck’up, jus’ neva seems to larn! “ The sun browned field slave commented. “Nope! Some jus’ like to experience the thrill of it all! But, ol’ Freddie, he was bruised for about a week. He weren’t wantin’ to fuck nothing fo’ ah while afta dat! The slaves chuckled. The first, bent over slapping his knee.. just before the crop landed hard on his head…

“So what have we here? A couple of stooges? What do I need slaves for, with a couple of slackers like you two clowns?  I didn’t hire YOU to be story tellers…So get to work, NOW” The Princess complained...

PFT!!!

The old witch continued to cackle to her self as smoke appeared and drifted about her, her cackling seemed to echo off into a distance as the smoke cleared, only leaving a picture of the Princess to be seen behind the witch’s seat in the high tower. Lights began to blink off one by one, and the entire castle was quiet for the night…Good night sweet princes!

PFT!!!

The old witch cackled to her self.  So ya like tales about people who have a strange ability to take control over another…He He He Well, it is not always a potion that does it, you know! Ya just have to catch them off guard, at the right time. Like that time the Princess got one of her carpenters in a mess. He he he he…

As he hammered and toiled with the work on Princess’s dungeon, he often daydreamed about how he might be used in it.  The noise in the area was nearly deafening as he pushed another piece of wood through the table saw. The noise ceased, except for the whirr of the finely balanced blade, and the plop of two cut pieces falling on the other side. He grabbed another, and carefully lined it up. As he pushed it into the blade, the noise was deafening once again. “I really must buy some ear muffs”, he thought, “before, I go absolutely deaf.

His mind wandered on to how Princess might use some of the torture devices he was building for her. One was a single sized bed, with a 3’ deep cage beneath it. He used copper pipe to make the bars. The end had to be slid up to allow egress. A couple of carabineers would lock it shut, out of reach of the trapped slave. There were bronzed rings, horse ties, placed strategically around the bed rails, which could be used as tie downs, or attachments for more carabineers hooked to hobbles and cuffs.  She could use that sweet device to render him completely helpless on top, while she flogged him mercilessly, or keep him captive for hours beneath it.

Two more cut pieces fell to the floor.  He grabbed another piece of raw material.  The new cross was amazing, it could be folded and easily transported on it’s wheels, to any place she like in the room. The horse ties matched the cage, and the wood was carefully stained to match. There was even matching vinyl in the mattress and cushions. She had already tied him to this once, and smacked the crap out of him with her crop there. When the two fresh cut pieces landed he felt of his welts, and noticed that they still stung a bit, when he pressed them. Another piece was carefully lined up to the blade and pushed.

Then there was that split legged throne. She had insisted that he add a center rail, extending out about a foot from the seat, which could be removed, or fastened tight with a pin. He had wondered why she wanted it to be so sturdy. She slapped a 3lb sledge against it one day, to see if it would break off. It didn’t, and she was pleased.  Then she told him to make her a few dozen more pieces just like that center rail, and paint them to match. She had insisted that it be all black, the cushions, as well as the tie downs.

She had him sit in it and strapped him in, naked, right after he finished it. She tied his head down with theraband, and used ropes about his body, arms and legs, but not as tight as he would have liked. The theraband felt, oddly, not unlike a rubber suit she had him in once. Then before he could protest, she had yanked his flaccid dick as far out as she could get it and rapped the end of it tightly to the rail with theraband, too. He felt so much panic at that time, that he could not even let out a scream. The ball gag was in his mouth before he could blink. Tears streamed down his cheeks, and he snuffled through his nose. She had left him there, for only a few moments by himself, but it had felt like an entire day, with his thoughts racing, about what she could do to him.

When she returned, she had a small 16 oz finish hammer, and a very mischievous look in her eyes. “You did tell me I could mark you, in any way that I liked, didn’t you?”  He looked at her sadly, and slowly nodded his head yes, straining at the theraband as he did. “Oh God! Please do not hit my dick with that hammer!” He thought, and he squirmed against the ropes and the theraband, snuffling harder through his nose.

Princess chuckled at him, and chided, “Oh, poor baby! Relax! I would not hurt you, not like that!” He felt the blood pumping forcefully through his veins, begin to slow. He breathed hard and released that breath slowly through his nose, hoping to calm himself.

“Actually, my little piggy, I have something much better in mind for you…” She fondled his flaccid dick, strapped to the center board, pulling back his foreskin. All he could think, was that he was so scared shitless at that moment, that he could not have got it hard, if he had wanted to.  He felt a sharp prick, and then she let the hammer slam down!

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!” He had screamed, so loud, that he might have woke the neighbors for two blocks in any direction,  were the gag not firmly in place. Just as he regained his focus once again, and looked down at his aching dick, She slammed the hammer hard, again!

He didn’t remember if he had screamed again, or not. There was only the blurry vision, and the cold water she tossed in his face, the sudden chill of it, and his vision clearing to see that she had tacked his foreskin to the center board with two finish nails. For some silly reason, he wondered why there was no blood. She slipped a brass bone piercing over the first nail, and pulled his foreskin up until the piercing was in place, she fastened it on the underside. He thought it odd that there was no pain, just a tugging sensation as she pulled the skin over the nail head. She fitted him with the second piercing. Then let the theraband flap loose, off of him. His dick jerked back a few inches. She freed his head from the theraband in the same way.

“Would you like to see your new jewelry?” She asked. He blinked hard, to push away tears so he could see better, while she removed his gag. His dick felt so numb. His whole body felt so numb! He couldn’t talk, all he could do was look. There were the two nails, right where she had put them, and a few inches away, his dick, with two new brass bone piercings one on each side. She fondled the nails. “Do you think we should leave them there, as a reminder” She asked. Confused, he didn’t know what she was asking, about the nails or the piercings. And, he still couldn’t talk. Every thing felt so strange, and yet so calm.

She grabbed his hair and pulled back his head. “That is right! You are all mine now…” She whispered in his ear, “All, mine…”

The room was quiet. He didn’t even hear the pieces drop. Just the soft whirr of the blade…There was a little blood on the table. And, a strange pink curled bit was in it, that looked like a small piece of shrimp. He looked at his hand, there was strangely, no blood or pain, but about ½ his little finger was missing…

The old witch clapped her hands together hard. “Wake up, ya dumb sonavabitch! He he he…”

PFT!!!

The Princess carefully flicked a few more disgusting messes off her desk, with the end of a ruler, reminded her self to be more careful how she wielded that ruler, before she flicked off the computer and lights, and then headed off to her bed chamber…In the high tower, the lights dimmed, and all was quiet, yet once again, in the Kingdom of Domme…

PFT!!!

So, you have a chastity fantasy, do you? Well, once upon a time, in a dungeon, far, far, away….

“On your knees!” she ordered. She walked all around him, to inspect this recent sniveling drivel to upset her presence. “Who gave you permission to wear clothes?” She demanded, “”Strip!”

The poor excuse of a slave did his best to get his things off, and into a pile, as quickly as he could. His only reward was that he got to watch her kick these clothes away from him. And use her foot to press him to all fours.

“So, you have been gawking at my pictures again, to arouse yourself, have you?” The Princess asked.

“Yes Princess, I have been naughty, looking at you every chance I get, e-mailing you as often as I could, and generally being a nuisance.” He admitted, wishing his cock would not disobey him. But, he could still see that it would do its own thing, even now.

She swung down hard on his back with the flogger, which sent stinging chills through out his body. He didn’t want any more strokes, but the flogger came down, again, and again. And, all it did was make his cock throb harder, and ache. So he wept.

“Yes you have! And, I can see that even the thought of this arouses you!” And, she laughed.

“Yes Princess”, he begged still crying, “How can this miserable sub make it better and get back into your graces? I will do any thing you ask, anything!”

Princess laughed heartily, “Really??? Oh, ho, ho!” And, she flogged him some more. She finally stopped, then commanded, “Grab your cock!” She watched as he rose back on his knees and grasped his tiny little cock. “Stroke it!” She ordered, “Harder! Faster! Cum on boy! I want to see cum all over the floor in front of you. I want to see your cum on the floor right there in front of you!” And she pointed with her riding crop at a spot on the floor.  “Faster, give all that cum to me, NOW!”

The sub frantically massaged his member, spat on his hand hoping that I would keep him from ripping off his skin with friction, and massaged more, gripping it as hard as he could, and stroking it as hard as he could, and as fast as he could. He could see the head getting purple from squeezing it so hard. And, finally, and way too soon, it happened! He almost fell on his face trying to aim for the floor in front of him. And, it gushed fiercely, again, and again, until his prostrate was so thoroughly depleted, and a small puddle was in front of his belly on the floor.

He felt her riding crop slap down hard on his sweat soak face, as he lay there in a crumpled heap on his own jiz. The pop from it was almost deafening! “I said, I want to see your cum! So, get up off of it, you fool!” She complained.  He pushed himself back up on his knees and waited, while tears and sweat dripped and stung his eyes.

“Now lick it all up”, she said, in a very low and slow voice. He only whimpered, and shook his head pathetically, “No”. The crop crashed into the other side of his face. Then her hand grasped his hair violently and tossed him face down into the puddle, pressing his nose hard into the floor. “Lick it up!” She said, through clenched teeth.

He struggled with him self to stick his tongue out, and he shook as he did. Finally, it touched the puddle, and sensed the saltiness of it. His head was then jerked back hard until her angry face was all he could see. “All of it, NOW!” She growled, as she forced his face back into the puddle.  He lapped, slow at first, then faster, and swallowed with difficulty, until the floor was clean in front of his nose. He breathed a sigh of relief, as he swallowed the last gob of it, and felt her release his hair.

“Bring me the cage!” She ordered her other slave, who ran off to fetch it.

She placed her crop under his chin, and lifted until he was looking at her, again. “You did say any thing? Didn’t you?” He nodded weakly, ashamed of him self for what he had just done. “Very, very, good, my boy!” She pressed at his shoulder until he was upright on his knees again.

She laughed again, “I can see we have solved your immediate problem for the moment.” She tapped him on his limp disappointment with her crop. And, she chuckled to her self some more, watching him with those mischievous eyes of hers, gleaming, and smiling. Her slave returned and tossed the small object in his lap. “Put it on!” The Princess told him. He looked up, pleading, shaking his head weakly, “no”, and with tears streaming, while he placed the object of confinement upon his disappointment. He heard a loud “snap!”, as the locking mechanism struck home.

“Excellent!” She exclaimed, “first girl, make sure he cleans up that floor with a disinfectant. I want it gleaming when I return! “ First girl nodded at her instructions, before looking evilly at the sub, and grinning very sadistically. It  is to write up a complete list of his punishments for me and have it on my desk by tomorrow eve! Make sure he is SCRUBBED, thoroughly, when he is through.” A Broad smile formed on first girl’s face, as she acknowledged, “Yes Princess!

"And bill him, for the cage!" could be heard echoing through the halls as she left.

PFT!!!

She grinned mischievously as she lighted the candle sticking out of the ‘Vesty’s ass. “Look!, It’s a jet! It’s a flame! Oh! No! It’s the shuttle taking off! (Do you think it will make it too the moon?) Oh Damn! I really don’t think you should have farted!  LOL!!!

As the smoke clears the room…she sneaks off for a few, zzzzzzzzz…(whispered in the halls, “the princess has left the building!”)

PFT!!!

So ya have a "down on the farm" fantasy, do ya? Well sit yer ass ova thar, and listen up as I tell ya about these two old gals from up the road a piece...

The old geezer spat off a nasty wad of ta'backy juice, and wiped his chin with his sleeve. He rolled the fresh wad into his cheek for a more comfortable chat, before he continued...

She was about the same age as the old broad, yet more youthful looking. She had a military demeanor, a bit strict with the men, and even more so with the women. It was because she didn't want them to know.  Women just seemed to make her hot.

Years of army service, in the nursing core, made it tough for her, but she still managed to arrive at a head of staff position for a big hospital.

She was fond of horses. She loved them, and all the lore that went with them in the Calvary, to which she had been attached. She even earned her "spurs", the hard way, as well as the right to wear the Stetson. 

She was rich, real rich! She had a big farm off west of town, over 360 acres. When she wasn’t tending to her men at the hospital, and making them well as rain, she was breeding Morgans, showing them, and hosting pulls and cart races for the local horse people.

And she loved the women! Especially, this old submissive farmer broad down the road. She often wanted to sneak over there, and wander through her tack room, feeling the straps and smelling the leather. All the while, she would be fantasizing about being tied up to the tractor in the field, with them.

She wanted her stud service, she was well over due, and aching for it. And, like any old slut, succumbing to her estrus, she jumped the fence. Trotting through the fields, with the fresh grown hay rubbing her thighs, she felt wonderful. The air smelled of spring and freshness after a rain. Every thing was green!

Finally she arrived at the place of her fantasies, that other old broad’s tack room. She snooped cautiously, and gently fondled the objects there. She brought a well worn harness strap to her nose and inhaled. While she did, she fantasized, and the warm moisture oozed from between her thighs. Her nipples got so damned hard that they ached, ached for a warm mouth and tongue to taste them, and maybe show them no mercy.

Lost in her thoughts and the leathery smells of the room she was hardly aware that she had placed the strap about her neck and fastened it. The old broad watched from the other side of the room, still unseen her self. “Now, isn’t that a sight!” She thought, “naked as a jay bird! And, how in the hell, did she end up here?”

It wasn’t the old broad’s normal ways, she was usually the submissive one. But some thing just got into her. When the slut wasn’t looking, the old broad rushed her and snatched up the strap hanging from her neck. The slut turned , startled, with a frightful look in her eyes.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” The old broad asked. The slut just snorted and pawed at the ground with her bare feet.  Keeping a firm hold on the slut’s strap, the old broad gathered up a few more straps, and lead the slut out of the tack room. The slut pulled and tossed as she was lead, but not so much as to allow her self to be hurt. While this was an unusual thing for the old broad, his only excited her more.  

When they were near the old tractor, the slut froze in a breeding stance, legs spread apart. The old broad chucked to her self, “Oh, I see you have been here before! So you know what you are going to do, don’t ya, ya little slut?” The slut tossed her head up and down, and blew, so damned excited she could hardly hold her stance. The old broad proceeded to hobble the slut’s fore legs and strap her tight to the tractor. The slut whinnied and whimpered, she was so damned hot she could not stand it any longer!

The old broad patted the slut on the flanks, and spoke soothing words to her. “Now, now, there girl, this ain’t gonna hurt a bit!” She slid her fingers deep into the slut to check her readiness, for her stud. Finding her as wet as a slut could get, she unzipped her bib’s and let it fall out. The slut’s eyes widened as she glanced at the massive horse cock dildo that had just flopped out , and she cried out in panic.

Old broad chuckled some more, and exclaimed, “now it is time for me ta have some fun!”

As old broad slowly pressed it in, the slut thought, “God! That feels sooo damned good! The old broad can have her way with me, how ever she likes, between the thighs, or up my butt, just don’t stop now!”

And, old broad didn’t, not for several hours….

Now ain't dat about da damnedest thing ya ever hear'd ? he he he

PFT!!!

I suppose you are trying to tell me about a landscape in Mauna Kea, a sacred volcano in HI? And that is all you've got to discuss as proof that a lunar landing was faked?

So, do we trust a dude who can't check his own spelling (Maunua Key) to check his supposed "facts?"

I took classes from an engineer that worked for JPL who did, among other things, lunar and Mars landscape designs for NASA, for testing, among other things, lunar landers and runabouts. I also actually met Dr. Trux, a very ancient and intelligent man (he had 3 PhD's to his name, one in math, one in chemistry, and one in philosophy and religion), who predicted the shuttle disaster, and explained to the idiots at NASA why it might fail before it did, while I was taking those classes.

The class presented several interesting questions to both of these very trusted and connected men about such things as faking the moon missions. Neither had any ting to gain by telling fibs, and neither were still working for NASA.

We will not even get into my research project while taking computer sciences, into the works of another very connected and former congressman, Dr. Peter Beter. Yep you pronounce it like you are doing that. Who wrote a report entitled "October Moon" explaining that the Russians had already established a moon base by '68 and that part of the hostilities ongoing at that time, and later through out the cold war, were becasue we attacked that base. Could it be, that the international space station we helped fund, was restitution for our misdeeds?

So, you are going to have to come up with some thing a little better than, "take a look at that volcano man! That has to be, like proof that we faked the lunar orgasm!"

Whoa, but like did you get a whiff of that Maui weed? It was, like ummm, so  "omni" potent!" Maybe, we are just watching , like bad reruns of "Return to White Mountain!". Peace, out, Brau...

PFT!!!

“On Dasher! On Dancer! On Prancer, On Vixon!...” Gotta love a good “whip cracking “fairy tail! Ho, Ho, Ho! The Princess has commandeered a hot sleigh, and it seems to be draggin’ her tail all ove’ da world!!!  “…And, to all, a good knight!

PFT!!!

Kuurus, the Princess’s hired body guard and most trusted assassin, stood by at attention, casually watching as the smoke of rapidly evaporating sweat rolled off his upset Princess.

She paced quickly back and forth, usually a sign she was about to explode in rage.

“Yes Princes, he was released to the fields today, about an hour ago, and rag less as you had requested.”  Kuurus placed his hand on his sword hilt as he often did while awaiting instructions. His black leather uniform made the crunching and creaking noises, that only leather will,  as he did.

The 20’+ sleens in the pen nearby paced as angrily as the Princess, and as if they also sensed her rage building. A very large brown and white spotted one slithered and climbed up the caging, just enough to get his silky haired triangular head over the top rail, and to nuzzle his owner before she could stomp by. His split tongue darted out quickly, and snake like, and then slowly glided along Princess’s exposed thigh.

Princess stopped and looked down at her favorite pet. “Are you hungry my dear?” The sleen hissed slowly, while it withdrew its tongue from her nicely muscled thigh, and licked saliva dripping from its lips. For a short instant, its rows of needle sharp white teeth were exposed, before the powerful jaws snapped shut tight.  Princess patted its head and stroked its fur. “Of course you are!” She said as she placed a kiss on its forehead. The huge lizard seemed to smile as it closed its eyes, knowing this was a signal that feeding time was near. “Patience my dears!” She cautioned, as the other sleens in the pen noticed what was happening, became more excited, and gathered closer to the prized alpha pet.

“Have you the rag?” Princess asked of Kuurus.

“Yes, Ma’am,” He replied, reaching behind and drawing it from his sword belt before handing it to her. "The Gold finger collar was secreted in the seam, here..." He explained as he showed her.

“What a waste! And, he worked so hard to earn this…” She commented as she shook her head. “Tsk! And, it failed to explain that he was already married!”

Princess took the rag and held it in front of the sleens while they nuzzled, sniffed, and licked at it, in a frenzied mob. Princess watched for the tell tale eye color changes, the evidence that the animals were entering their blood lust state. Soon, the entire pack’s eyes had changed from golden brown or black to bright red.

“The next time some sniveling tarsk (a huge, powerful, tusked, and very mean razor backed, pig like animal)  appears at our rear door looking for a Mistress to rescue him from his miserable condition, we will have to have him questioned about his previous miserable conditions, and how he arrived at that door, with out his wife’s knowledge!”

Kuurus took on a stern look, and nodded his head in agreement.   

“Release the sleen!” She exclaimed. Kuruus reached over and pulled the gate lever. The sleens forced their way past him, rapidly slithering off into the fields.

*The writer will spare the readers the gory details of what followed. But, I can share with you  that once a sleen is released on a blood lust, it does not stop for any thing until it has killed it’s prey. And, there are never even any tiny scraps left for the carrion to feed on…*

"Have its former Mistress's "possession" returned to her, along with my apologies for soiling it."

"Yes Ma'am." Kuurus replied. As he carefully placed the ring in his pouch.

" I think she will be better off knowing how her property was abused and how her trust was broken."

Kuurus took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, nodded his head, and looked away...

PFT!!!

Alright, all you wienie wagers and puppy braggers….To the Kennels! GRRRRR!!!!

The Princess’s Tail has left the Tower…

PFT!!!

What an excellent fairy tail!  I must pass on your offer though. Who are you, "Jenna Jameson's (Massouli)  brother, Tony? 

How about, you read my fairy tail, where I appear in all my magnificence, radiance, and sexuality, young, looking so much younger than my years? One where, I'm a small helpless girl, developing and beautiful, inspiring a need in you to embrace, cherish, protect, and serve her in any way that you can, to keep her safe, and to please her...

I have the ability to set you free, with just the wave of my fairy wand, a tiny glowing scepter,  topped with a shining and twinkling star. There is not a single mean bone in my body. There is only love and grace and beauty...

As you view me in all my radiance, you see that the scepter is actually with in me, with in all beings, within all of us, glowing and passing on this brilliant light upon the world and to those loved and special ones all around them, as far as that light can be seen.

I smile at your deeds, caress your down looking face with a gentle hand, and allow you to feel the warmth and radiance of love in your life. It is yours to do with as you please, even to degrade into a brief miserable, and unsatisfying sexual encounter. OR, it is yours to add to your life force, creativity, and brilliance.

As you allow this warmth to caress you, and penetrate you, to your deepest core, you feel all the lust, shame, and hatred of your self, melting away, and slowly washing away, with the waves of love, and acceptance, and radiant heat of true passion, earned by your deeds and good works...

Will you have the sense to forgive your self, and accept this light I give you? I wonder, still smiling upon you and all the while watching the hurt you have done, evaporate in the radiant heat of love, and of light. It drips away, in small rivulets like melting wax.

Will you accept that you are forgiven? And, allow that to be, as more of your misdeeds fall from you , never to be acted out again, but relegated, forever,  to the mud on the ground, washing away with the next rains, and with your tears of recognition, that you have done these things, and that they are over, and that you have the ability to do better, good, and whole some things in the future, and that you are forgiven? 

As I tap your brow with my fairy wand, you feel these things happen deeply with in your deepest core, and feel relief, and forgiveness, and freedom from your past, and a growing, hopeful, future. I tap once, I tap twice, and I tap three times, telling you to allow this to happen for your good and improvement. And, to awaken, refreshed and forgiven, and full of hope for a better future, even today, and tomorrow...And, I tell you , now, with one final tap, and a blinding blaze of light, and warmth, and love...

"YOU ARE FORGIVEN, SO GO FORWARD NOW, AND DO GOOD WORKS, THAT YOU MIGHT BE WORTHY OF THAT FORGIVENESS!!!"

PFT!!!

Is it not enough that that you weenie wankers want to toss off, but you actually want women to beat you “off” too? LOL

PFT!!!

The fact that you are saying that you can give romance, already intimates that you do not understand how to do that. You still think it has something to do with your money and what you do with that.

Too, if you never ask, how would you know what my dreams are, so that your assessment of them is not also your assumption of what they are? 

And, with women, it is always about how you make them feel, not what you can do for them with your money. Oh, yes, it is nice to have some one else pick up the tab some times. But, If I can any how, what have you done for me, really? What are you doing for my feelings? 

This fairy tail is sounding like a "sour grapes" story. You do know that one? Where the grapes were just out of the reach of the hungry bad wolf? So, he finally gave up reaching for them. And, he  exclaimed, "they are probably sour, any ways!" (translation, so you are not even worth the effort!)

These are not the traits of a wealthy and capable man...A true romantic always thinks she is "worth the effort!" 

PFT!!!

The princess' tail has left the tower! Good night all you rotten little beasties! ( OH, Romeo? Where the hell are ya???)

The time to tell a woman she is beautiful, is when she is laying there in a puddle of sweat, worn out completely from sex, her hair mussed, and some of her clothes in disarray. But you may have to pass a few tests before you ever arrive at that excellent opportunity!

Other wise, when you pick her up to go to an event, and you can see she has spent most of the day at the hair dresser, getting her nails done, and shopping a few hours to find the perfect dress, then spent two more tossing her closet to match up the accessories...well you get the picture...The first words out of your mouth had better be a rather well prepared and long sentence about how amazing she looks, with some thing a bit more creative than, "you look beautiful!"

Trust me, she already knows, but she needs to hear about at the correct times. And the first time you gawked at her pic on the internet, isn't one of them! LOL!!!

PFT!!!

There are "offensive" behaviors, and then there are things that just do not interest or excite me. In the end, it is always about "how you make her feel..." When you can get your mind wrapped around that, start writing an interesting story!

PFT!!!

Good night all you princes and paupers, rapscallions and thieves, takers of women's chastity,  beaters of meat, mechanics, and sailors....

The Princess's Tail has left the tower!

PFT!!!

And a Fairy Tale begins!

PrncessFairyTail,, i've not read any of the Gorean stories although have heard about them and been trained in some of the Gorean ways. *i hope this doesn't displease Her** swallows and listens for movement*

Ahhh, how sweet! Now which chapter from "Gorean" fairy tales are we working here?

<points to the Gorean 5 blade hanging on the wall...>

PrncessFairyTail,

 <looking up at the Gorean 5 blade....not sure what i'm looking at>

tsk, tsk, tsk! Every Gorean household has one. On the wall it represents the agreement in that household, that it is a Gorean household, and that the whip will not be spared. A Gorean 5 blade is a soft flogger, with 5 wide strands. The handle is about 1/4 of the 18” to two foot length. Every slave, upon entering a new "Homestone", is treated to the whip, so to speak. They get a 3 swat introduction to the household and a warm reminder about the purpose of a whip. This can be done by the Dominant in the home, or by the "first girl", a slave that is trusted with the other slave's training.
PrncessFairyTail

he drops to all fours and crawls over to where You are pointing and not using his hands he takes the 5 blade in his mouth and remaining on all fours crawls over to Mistress and places the whip at Your feet.  Returning to nadu and awaits Mistress' instructions.  <thoughts of receiving the 3 swat introduction rush through his mind>Shall this boy introduce himself or would You rather him not speak until You speak to him?

It is common for a slave to remain silent until given permission to speak. Which often leaves them stuck within a conundrum. "Do they disturb the Mistress, and risk her wrath, or do they merely whimper to themselves until some one pays attention?" When Mistress points to the whip, it is expected that the slave will go on all fours, a sign of a slave in disrepute, to fetch the whip and bring it back in their teeth, presenting it at the Mistress's feet, and awaiting her next instructions. She may decide to use it, or forgive, depending upon the situation, and how well the slave responded to the instructions.  

"Lessons are over for today! First Girl, you will escort it to the cages and lock it up for the night. It is common for a slave to be caged at night, during his/her rest periods, to prevent escape. Few are trusted, until they are proven worthy. See that it is fed and bathed in the morning before releasing it to the kitchens for pot girl training. It's assignment is to look that up on line, suggested search parameter is " pot girl Gorean". So we might ascertain what skills it has or lacks.

he follows First Girl to the cages on all fours.  he follows all orders and gets in the cage with his heart racing not knowing how long he would be in the cage.

PrncessFairyTail, he wakes up a little confused until his little brain recalls he is in Your cage and today is the start of a new life for him. he patently waits. The First Girl who lead him to the cage just hours ago returns and opens the door. With a gentle sisterly voice and manner she explains some things as she ensures he is properly washed. After washing, he is lead to the food and beverage preparation chamber. his pot boy training begins.

PrncessFairyTail, Mistress he has done the research and has found he has been a pot boy before; serving food and drink to One.

Ok, so tell me what you discovered in your home work. What kinds of slaves are there in a Gorean household? Did you find out what a "Thrall" is? What kind of Gorean slave do you think you are? And, when a slave is asked, "what are you?" What is a slave's reply? (give me one for male, and one for female). hint: it is not in English, but can be translated. Did you find a Gorean dictionary on line yet? If not, check on "world of Gor", I do not know if it is still up and running, but that used to be John Norman's web site.

PrncessFairyTail, Your kajrus awakes taking a deep breath and thinking of You. he stretches in the cage and begins to think of the task You have given him. he waits with patience for the First Girl to arrive and release him, so he may start the research with which You have tasked. he can hear to activity of the other kajira. he is mostly sure he is the only kajrus as he only observed one cage in the chamber. he hears the First Girl approach and taking the position of obeisance, happily greets her. Having eaten his gruel, he sets out on the journey of discovery which will be his work this day. One thought which he must provide to himself an answer to Mistress' question of being a thrall of which position he has some training from ages and ages ago.

Well done, on your home work assignment!

At Your command he takes the she sleen and listens intently to Your voice singing.

As he listens his heart races and shivers run up and down his spine as his mind races in thoughts of what Mistress be thinking of him.  Will this little one ever please Mistress?

he listens to Mistress and thinks hard to allow the assignment now a double assignment retain in his sieve of a brain.

Hearing Mistress' foot steps trail off in to the distance, my heart and breathing slow, but as Mistress' foot steps return his heart leaps in t his throat.  Hearing the complement and the follow-on instructions, he calms a bit.

Now, a sleen (a fur covered 6 legged lizard the size of an Urth monitor, or larger up to 20 feet in length, used for hunting and guard dog work on Gor) might be a name given a pet, one on a leash. Where are you taking one of my pets? And, who gave you permission?  Does the 5-blade need a work out?

Hummm…checks on his other writings to see how he has been performing his duties…

Excellent, you have found the proper word for a male slave. But you have not yet been ko’lar’ed. Your owner ship is thus dubious, at best!

Notes his comment on the kennels…It is not unusual, for there to be few kajiru in the kennels.

We shall begin some training, and see how you respond to this. Let’s view the classes of slaves for the present. There are tower slaves, and subsets of them, “house niggah” was an archaic Urth term for these. Usually these are women. There are field slaves, usually men, and there are livery, also usually men. Then there are the special slaves, pleasure slaves used for sexual purposes. These are highly trained, and able to full fill any of the Dominant of the Homestone’s needs in and around a household. But be ware, any slave can be used, for any purpose, at the Mistress’ discretion. And, all female slaves often are!

One wants to be owned by a well to do Domme, if he is to expect his sort of training. Other wise, in a poor Domme’s hands,  he is used for what ever menial tasks need performing, or he is relegated to hard labor in the fields or livery.  A male slave cannot even expect to operate as a body guard, since weapons are forbidden to any slave. (Possetion of any weapon comes with the penalty of death!) Warriors fill these posts in a Free Woman’s home stone (this is a household in this usage, but also refer to a city of residence in other usages, or the Planet Gor it self, in yet others).

I see you have followed my instructions, and are fed. Gruel is the common diet for some slaves, it is the most nourishing and balanced of diets provided to a slave. But it can become a rather boring fare. So, it behooves a good kajiru to earn his Mistress’ grace quickly, if for nothing but a taste of some of the , usually with held from a slave. But, take care in getting to greedy, often you will be fed only scraps from your Mistresses hands. If you are lucky, you might be provided only a small dish on the floor under her table.

Are you sure this is what you had in mind, when you became so foolish to be captured, a barbarian, running amuck on Gor???  Take warning, and care in how you answer that question!  And, be sure to take any lessons you can from Kuurus, he will not lead you astray.  And for your information, the entire series was not about Tarl. However he did appear in many guises in many tales. See “Fighting Slave of Gor” which began a set about another male, the first male slave discussed on Gor. And, this man, did not remain a slave for long! Soon, he too had the privilege of fighting along side of one of Gor’s best Warriors!

Now, how do we rid you of the stench of all this Bosk Dung, from all your “previous training?”  First girl! Front! Have this miserable slave scrubbed with a rough brush until he begs for mercy. Do not miss any of his parts!  

Make sure his Ta-teera is washed, and scented, before you bring him back to me. He has at least earned that small favor. And this sleen pup thinks that he is pleasure material? Hump! We shall see…Have him write up something about his past training. Then make sure he also scrubs every pot in the kitchen before you present him!

Scattt! You smelly sleens!

PFT

A note to an admirer:

What an interesting story! So, how might this pet of yours have demonstrated dominance to you, in such a manner as to win your submission? (Some times the story is in the details, what you can tell, that others might learn from...) What indignities did she make you suffer …

…a tale of a Scottish horseman and a tortured maid tied to a tree comes to mind, penned by the Marquis himself, DeSade, of course! "'Twas not her lucky day", he claimed!" And he proceeded to have his way with her, while she was thus still tied, and fit to be telling no one! “Justine”

(examines her damaged fingernails, sniff)

Well, I only answered 36 e-mails this eve. I actually got one good story (maybe I'll post it later), and a single busy slave running off on errands of discovery. He is working hard to earn his silks.

(cracks her achy knuckles, and types on, yet a few more words) The Princess' tail has left the tower...Nighty night, all you bad little boys and girls! 

PFT

What!!! you do not have an interesting story for me? No ancient tales? No fairy tales? No nuthin' but a request for me to dominate you? ARRRGGG! What a shame!

So, why don't you tell me a modern one, like the one that lays in the deep dark recesses of your mind. You know, the one you often fantasize about, but would never tell any one? Remember to open word, type it all up nice, and then spell check that baby, before you cut and paste it to collarme.

(smacks a wood ruler hard and flat on the desk) Now, get crackin'!

PFT

The Princess's tail has left the building! lol

Less than 20 minutes, and I have already been proposed to, offered a modeling job in NY,  and handed 6 men’s leashes…(inspects the fresh nail polish on her recently trimmed hand…) And, I haven’t even been offered dinner yet, sniff!

Wow, it feels like, um, warm piss flowing through my jean's pocket!

OMFG!!! I have admirers, already, how sweet!

I just looked at my “who is viewing me” section….All I can say , is, Holy “cat shit”, Batman!!! I feel like a piece of fresh meat, that just landed on the counter at the Starvation Army!!! (drum beat and symbol crash here, please! lol)

I'm not even on 5 minutes, I have no picture up, and haven't even clicked on any thing in the interests yet, and the guys are hopping on me like fleas on a mangy dog's ass! Wow! Is this an undiscovered resource for women, or what???