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Skylar’s Fantasies
I think the first time I realized I was a true sanguinary Dominant was the
first time I issued a beating bad enough to break the skin. I used an
antique silver brush; it’s weight required extra wrist support but I’m
suspiciously strong for my slight frame and bringing it down full force
onto his bare ass wasn’t a difficult thing at all. I hammered away at his
flesh, sometimes with rapid-fire movements that seemed to have no end, and
sometimes letting time spans as long as minutes separate each blow; he
never knew what was the coming next. The longer we went without hitting
boundaries, without a safe word whispered or whimpered or screamed,the
harder I went, determined to break him. The marks went from faint to
severe, and then the reds and purples stopped showing through the skin as
it broke and blessed my brush with his blood. Not long after that his
bodily functions gave out and I smelled the stench of piss and watched the
sheets beneath him go wet with it. There was a wall of quiet that
shouted, the air stank of submission. I lifted the bloody brush to my
lips and tasted it…
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One of my favorite things to do as a phone sex mistress is to assign my
pretty pets tasks…
Let’s call her”Sweetie.” In her everyday life, Sweetie holds a high
position at a well known company producing (shhhhhhh, I’ll never tell…);
As you can imagine this sort of job would place a high degree of stress
on anyone. She’s well known, a true “Man’s Man,” the kind of guy you can
count on to bring beer to your Superbowl party or extra singles to the
strip club.
In her TRUE form, however, the one one I’ve decided is best for her, she’s
a sweet little panty-wearing, cock-licking, cum-guzzling SLUT cake. Rest
assured that all week long, under those power suits she wears to work
she’s got on a pretty pair of lacies or neon thong, depending on how I feel
in the morning. My favorite thing lately is to send her out looking for
dick on her lunch hour. She drives a ways away and sits at a rest stop,
flashing her panties for passing truckers until she gets a taker….and
then she calls me so I can hear what a good little bitch I’m raising as
she struggles to take balls into her mouth and hard junk down her throat.
She’s only allowed to head back into work after she’s satisfied her quota
for the day, which is anywhere from 3 blow jobs to 10, depending on how
I’m feeling. She swallows every bit of their cum as her meal. On her
drive back I tease her about her cock breath and ask how wet her little
panties got from all of that action. Like a good little whore, she tells
me exactly what I want to hear.
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“You’re going to be my tool tonight” I whispered to the figure laying
bound, gagged, and blindfolded on the floor.
I sat back and motioned someone forward from the group I had waiting,
patiently and very very quietly, up against the wall on the far side of
the room. I pressed one finger to my lips to indicate that absolute
silence was necessary.
One by one I motioned them forward until each was stroking, pulling,
pinching gently some body part of my tied down pet. They turned it over,
they pulled its legs apart, they continued to stroke, getting firmer and
more insistent at a mere nod from me. The pet moaned almost imperceptibly
as the treatment of its pretty little asshole got rougher….
