Finley

Musings of a Mindfucked pet

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As I boarded the plane home after another extremely long and stress filled week of work, I noticed the most beautiful woman I had ever seen seated in First Class. She was dressed in a white silk blouse, blue sports jacket and matching pencil skirt. Her shoes looked like the cost more than my entire outfit that day. I tried to hide my lust as I attempted to undress her heavenly 34C-24-34 form with my eyes. She looked me over briefly and chuckled and I looked down to see my raging hard on which I quickly hid beneath my laptop bag.
I headed back deep into Coach. I had booked late and had no status on this airline so I was in the last row in a middle seat between two passengers whose girth exceeded the breadth of their seats. Disgustedly, I sat down fantasizing of the goddess I had just seen. About five minutes later, the flight attendant came up to me and said, “Come with me and bring your bags”. I picked up my bag and to my disbelief was led to the empty seat next to my dream woman. “Enjoy your flight, Sir”, the attendant said as she winked to the goddess beside me.
My hard on returned as I sat down beside my goddess. She introduced herself as Finley. I was lost in her hypnotic eyes and admiring her plush 34C breasts, ample cleavage and gorgeously lustrous hair before I even realized I hadn’t replied. “You are lost like a puppy dog, pet. I will just call you my pet,” she added. She took her shoes off and put her exquisite feet in my lap, teasing my hard on through my trousers before mentioning how sore her feet were. Without thought or hesitation, I started massaging her feet right there and then and did so for the first 30 minutes of the flight.
When I finished with her foot massage, she excused herself to the bathroom. When she returned, she handed me the lycra boyshorts she had been wearing, as well as the air sickness bag. She informed me that her boyshorts had been wet and she had switched into a new pair. She told me I was to go to the bathroom, switch out of my boxers, discard them in the trash and put her wet, worn stretch lycra boyshorts on. She told me to use the soap in the bathroom as lube and to cum thinking of her perfection into the air sickness bag. When I came I was to say her name – Finley, Goddess Finley and by doing so I would be hers. I did as was told and came in huge quantity. I left the rest room, gave her the cum filled bag and said, “I belong to YOU, Goddess Finley.”
I can’t wait to see what happens next on the rest of this flight with my new glorious goddess.

Finley

Musings of a Mindfucked pet

Musings of a Mindfucked pet
I had been working at the restaurant for a few weeks to make some extra money for the holiday season when she walked in. Her auburn brown hair was lustrous and heavenly. Her body looked like that of an Olympic athlete, a gymnast I guess with a perfect mixture of incredible athletic tone and the womanly sensuality of a 34C-24-34 figure.
She was seated alone in the back of the restaurant in a dimly lit booth but
her beauty and power still radiated. She was wearing a pair of leather
knee-high boots, a short black leather skirt and a white silk button down
top. I approached her to take her drink order. Without hesitation she
ordered a bottle of the most expensive wine that we had. Off I went to
fetch the wine as she perused the menu.
A couple of minutes passed before, I returned to her table. She told me her name was Finley but that I could refer to HER as Mistress or Goddess. Before I could tell her my name, SHE added that she would be referring to me simply as pet. I responded by saying, “Yes, Goddess.”, as if it were the most natural thing in the world to do. I asked her if she wanted an appetizer. She replied, “Why thank you, yes, I would enjoy you eating my pussy to start.” Without hesitation, I immediately got under She lifted her skirt up as I saw her perfectly shaven pink lips and muscular inner thighs. I put my entire head under the skirt and began licking as if my life depended on it. Her pussy juices were intoxicating unlike anything I’d ever tasted. My mind became more and more cloudy as I licked, it was amazing. She rode my tongue over and over as my face was covered with her glorious juices. When she came, she moved my head out from under her skirt, pulled me up and said, For the entrée, I will have the lobster with a garden salad and baked potatoes.”
I felt like I was in a trance for the rest of the main course, I brought all of her food as if on autopilot. Fortunately, she was my only table at the time. When she was finished with her entrée, I asked her if she wanted dessert. She replied, “I will have a bowl of chocolate ice cream.” I brought her the ice cream and as I started to walk away, she called me back. “Pet, you forgot the topping.”
I responded, “I am sorry would you like whipped cream and a sauce, I can go get it.”
“No, I want you to season it with your cum, pet. Do it right here, right now. Cum for your Goddess. When you cum, you will belong to me. You will comp my bill and walk into your boss’s office with your cock out and tender your resignation. You will cum back to me, strip out of your uniform put this collar on and join me as my personal slave.”
“Yes, Goddess Finley”, I responded, while cumming all over the ice cream. She then fed me my own cum sundae as I was standing at the server station comping her order with my rock hard cock out. I walked into the manager’s office with my cock still out, quit, removed my entire uniform there in his office, as my Goddess Finley took my wallet and phone, put a collar and leash around my neck and led me out of the restaurant to her car to drive me to my new life as her servant, server and slave.

Autumn

Beach Time!

I had the most lovely day yesterday. I decided to treat myself to a
weekend away from playing with all you horny boys and girls to have a
beach day. One of my friends lives on a secluded beach that is perfect
for nude sunbathing and other fun summer time activities. I got to lay
out in the sun completely naked and I got to swim in the lake too. Is
there anything better than being in nature, surrounded by sexy friends? I
wish you all could have been there with me. I have enough naughty
memories to fill the rest of my summer. Wanna hear about them?

Bella

Long Weekend

I’ll be gone for the next four days, but I’ll return on Monday, 8/27. I’ll miss my sexy peeps but I’ll be back before you know, horny and hot as ever.

Kennedy

Lack of Pajamas party!

With all this heat its no fun wearing anything, so tonight Kalina and I have decided to have a little pj party, without the pajamas! It makes things so much easier to touch without that pesky fabric getting in the way. Why don’t you cum and see just how much fun our party will be?

Kalina

LACK OF PAJAMAS PARTY!

It’s so hot tonight! Kennedy and I have decided that we aren’t going to wear clothes… at all. So we’re calling it a Lack of Pajamas Party! It’s much easier for our wandering hands and mouths anyway! We’re going to play the heat away. Join us? ;-)

Kalina

Get her while she’s HOT!!

Special appearance!!! I’m back in the house for a limited time only! Kennedy and I are… let’s just say we’re enjoying each others company tonight. It’s been a while since I’ve worked in the house and gotten to play with my sweet juicy delicious sluts. I have missed the way her pussy tastes and glides over my tongue. Cum play with us while you can…

Finley

Musings of a Mindfucked pet

Musings of a Mindfucked Pet
I entered my local mall hoping to get a few presents for my family and coworkers before the full on rush of the holiday season was upon us. Even though everyone else it seemed was ordering online these days, I still like being able to touch and feel a product before I purchase it. For this reason, I was especially intrigued with a small shop near the door that I entered with a sign reading “Virtual Reality Demo – Come in and try it!”. I entered the shop and was surprised by its simplicity – there was a single table with a virtual reality headset on it and a curtain leading to a back room. In front of the headset was a sign that said, “Try me!”.
As I approached the headset a beautiful woman came out from behind the curtain wearing a white lab coat over black yoga pants and a matching lycra compression top. She was an incredible beauty with perfect athletic form. In fact, she was the most beautiful woman that I had ever laid eyes on. Her hair was lustrous and perfect in every way. I imagined that it must smell as beautiful as it looked. Her eyes were hypnotic, powerful yet made me feel incredibly at ease in her presence. On her jacket, the name G. Finley was stitched. She motioned for me to sit down at the chair near the headset. I complied and she placed the headset on my head. For the first time, she spoke and her voice was as rich and creamy as the most decadent dessert. She could have said anything and I would have been instantly hard. However, in this case, she said, “Just relax and enjoy what you see, my pet.”
Had she said, “My pet?”. I thought to myself but that thought faded away as I was taken to a virtual world of what appeared to be some sort of BDSM dungeon. Suddenly, I saw a man, a naked man, strapped to a Saint Andrew’s Cross. Next, a woman entered, she was dressed from head to toe in a shiny black bodysuit, she had incredible knee-high leather boots. In her right hand was a flogger. She approached the man and began teasing his cock with the strands of the flogger. Each time that she touched his cock, I could feel my being to grow. As he grew harder and harder, so did I. Suddenly, the woman turned toward me, it was Finley, the woman from the store. At the same time, I heard her voice in real-time asking me if I liked what I was seeing. I nodded my head as I heard her whisper that I needed to do whatever I must to make myself more comfortable. Without thinking about where I was, I took my now raging hard on out of my pants.
Just as suddenly as I got my hard on out of my pants in real-time, the scene in my virtual world changed. We were in a secluded park and Finley, the woman from the store was now dressed in a leather skater skirt and matching sports bra while she was stroking the hard cock of the man who was being flogged before. As the man writhed in delight, she removed her skirt and sports bra revealing the most perfect 34c-24-34 body that I had ever seen. The vision delighted the man too as he began exploding stream of hot white cum into a bowl. I was amazed at the volume of cum that her perfection elicited from him. As I watched I was now harder than ever, in my virtual world Finley approached me with a syringe that she had just filled with the bowl of cum. She injected the cum into rock hard cock and at the same time I felt a prick in my cock in real-time. Finley’s voice softly told me, “You belong to me now, my pet. You will do anything I desire. You are mine.” I responded, “Yes, Goddess Finley, YOU own me!”.
Immediately, I exploded with torrents of my own cum in both worlds. It was the most amazing orgasm of my life. My mind went completely blank. I passed out. When I awoke the VR headset was gone, I was in a room just like I had seen. I was naked and strapped to a Saint Andrew’s Cross. When my Goddess Finley appeared I knew what my new reality was going to be.

Victoria

Mean

Lungs of a snake pit.
“I read what you wrote on your webpage. You said you were a talented whore. You think you’re talented?” I’m silently trembling as you ask me this. I’m thinking:I technically didn’t say that. I said I was in the “talented tartlet” awards. But I say nothing. I’m not that dumb, I know better than to correct you. “Answer me. Do you think you’re talented?” Who ARE you? Maybe no one is meant to know except you. If your breath were a mammal, it’d be a predatory one. A drifting serpent that makes little noise and leaves the ground beneath undisturbed, traveling as if floating, approaching it’s meal. Your breath and the sound of your voice is a soothing hypnotic experience. It’s eerie in that it is comforting while void of warmth. Your temper strikes in the blink of an eye and you are chillingly serene. The way you deliver your words is like the way a snake squeezes a strong and certain death to the one it bit. Twitching in the tightening coils. Scales and all that shit. I can’t make sense of this, can you? If you are in here reading my webpage, you know this is about you. You know who you are. You’ll kick my ass on a call, to punish me. I think you’re flattered and if I suggest that your softened by the flattery, you’ll cringe and vow to rip me a new one. And how to reply? One option is that I’d say “yes,I am talented.” But then I’ll be in for it. You’d go crazy with belittling me. Hissing profanities till smoke comes out of your nose.Or until I’ve learned my lesson that it is critical to extinguish my inner fire and purge every last conceptual morsel self-esteem.
Alternatively, I can reply: “No. I am not.” That is what I’m supposed to say. And then you’d go to town and chew me out. You’re always mean. It’s too explicit to describe. “Abusive” is kind of an understatement. You know it. I’m crying convulsively and I hear the “click” of the call being ended on your side. You didn’t say goodbye. Simple, Clean, abrupt, and rude as always. you like me, don’t you? Why else would you read this?

Finley

Musings of a Mindfucked pet

I woke up in a daze. My mind was cloudy and muddled. I had no idea where I was. As I looked around, I could see that I was in some kind of room that was a cross between a laboratory and a hospital room. Everything was white, antiseptic and sterile. I was alone and a bit terrified. I wondered to myself how I had gotten in this predicament.
Suddenly, a monitor turned on and I saw her image on the screen. She was the most beautiful woman that I had ever seen. She was dressed in a skintight bodysuit made of the same type of material that yoga pants are made from. Her exquisite form was intoxicating. From her muscular arms and legs which had to be the result of countless hours on the treadmill and in the weight room, to her absolutely sumptuous athletic ass and plush, yet pert, 34C tits. She was amazing. Her eyes were hypnotic as well. I couldn’t look away from them. My cock twinged with delight as I continued to watch her. She was talking to someone off screen, as the start of my night began replaying in my mind.
I remembered approaching her at a bar in town earlier in the night. She was dressed in a businesswoman’s outfit – conservative, yet still incredibly beautiful. We had exchanged pleasantries and I offered to buy her a drink. I had gotten a soda for myself but then she had asked me to get something for her that she had left on a table in the dining room. When I returned, I chugged my soda down and recall my head getting a bit fuzzy and now here I was in this room.
The sound of my acquaintance from the bar boomed through the room, I was told that her name was Finley but it would now and always be Goddess Finley to me. Her intoxicating beauty on the monitor in front of me, coupled with her hypnotic and sensual voice distracted me while another woman dressed in a latex nurse’s uniform entered the room and began injecting some liquid into me intravenously. I was told that my reprogramming would be starting soon, as would my new life as Goddess Finley’s slave. I should have been terrified. I should have tried to escape. Instead, I blissfully smiled and nodded in agreement as the mind altering drug coursed through my veins. Goddess Finley always knows what is best, I thought as I drifted into a dreamlike state while being immersed in videos of my new fetishes and desires and while my Goddess told me how much I loved being her submissive. My training was just beginning and I have never been happier. What was going to happen next? I was looking forward to finding out.