By Autumn, on June 19th, 2008 H is for Hands and Knees, Bitch.
There is something so powerful and liberating about standing above a groveling male. What the weakling did to get into that position doesn’t really matter. All that matters is that I look wicked sexy in a pair of shiny black leather boots that have just been licked clean. He won’t be licking anything else so I don’t need to worry about his poor tongue being tired. If he makes the mistake of saying anything other than what I instruct him to say he’s quickly reminded who’s boss by the slap of my strong hand across his face. Life is so easy when you just say what I tell you to. For so long you’ve made things so complicated by trying to think with your brain and that pathetic, tiny piece of meat hanging between your legs. Since your little penis reminds me of an ant I’m going to treat it like one. That means crushing it under my sparkling boot while you cry like the little bitch you are. If you’re a good boy that I think is capable of learning I’ll let you watch a real man fuck me. I have so many ways to train a little loser like you. Don’t forget to say thank you after each painful and humiliating thing I do to you. We both know you love every mean thing I say and do to you. Since you will never be fucking me, your only purpose is to be fucked *with*. If you can’t do that right, I have no problem kicking you to the curb. This is all about me. It has always been and will always be about me. I am the center of your universe and you are a pathetic piece of shit. I just love how you keep crawling back for more. I’m only being mean if I don’t enjoy it and I love every second of it.
By Autumn, on May 30th, 2008 F is for Flesh Against Flesh
I know this may seem weird considering that there is no actual body contact when we play (unless it’s a two girl call!). However, there is plenty of flesh rubbing against flesh during our calls. That’s what makes me hot.
There are sounds that drive me crazy. The obvious one is your hand pumping up and down your lubed up dick. That wet slippery sound is something I can listen to all day. Sometimes I do. When your cock is really, really hard I adore the sound of your open hand slapping against the head and your shaft. In both cases I can instruct how fast and how hard each one is happening. Sometimes it is just to give you the exact pain or pleasure I require of you. Most of the time I’m playing the conductor and I’m figuring out just the right sounds to maximize my own pleasure. The one thing that always works is the sweet sound of your hands slapping your balls. If you squeeze your balls to make the skin nice and tight then the sound of your palm slapping that smooth surface is almost too much for me. You would not believe how wet that makes me.
If you’re thinking this all sounds completely selfish, you’re probably right. I usually don’t put it that way. In my opinion, you getting to hear my fingers working in and out of my wet pussy should be equally as exciting to you. You may also know that I love slapping my tits around. I promise that is also a very pleasant body contact sound.
What would you like to hear?
By Autumn, on May 1st, 2008 E is for Exit Only
I love strap on sex. I love the feeling of power that overcomes me when I pull that harness up my legs. I love looking down at my big purple dildo between my legs. I look and feel so sexy. I love fucking boys and girls with my perfect cock, but there’s one thing that is the absolute hottest to me. I completely adore fucking boys up the ass. It can’t be just any boy. I like fucking the boys that don’t know how much they want it. The ones that have never had anything up their butts. The boys that tense up just when I push my finger against their tight hole. They ones that say “just suck my cock. I don’t want any of that gay stuff”. Those silly boys don’t know how easy it is to get them to do anything if their dick is hard enough. All I have to do is suck and play with their cock for long enough and they’ll be begging for me to fuck them. My favorite position is for the virgin to get on all fours. I’m nice at first. I massage his back. I run my fingers over his ass cheeks. I put lube on my finger so it slides in nice and easy. I tell him to relax while I make him watch me strap it on. His eyes always get big when he sees all 7 inches. He says he doesn’t think he can take something that big. What he doesn’t know is that he no longer has any control. He’ll take what I tell him to take. I make sure it’s nice and slippery. I get behind him and just push. The first part is always the most difficult. Once the head pops into his asshole it’s all easy from there. I force it all the way in just like I said I would. When it’s all the way in, I push my big tits against his back and whisper in his ear “You feel like a slut now, don’t you?”. The feeling is too intense for him to answer, but I can tell by his breathing that it feels better than anything he’s ever felt and there’s no way he wants me to stop.
So how do you like it? Hard or soft?
By Autumn, on March 1st, 2008 C is for Crossdressing Even when I was a little girl I loved playing dress up. Of course I loved putting things on myself, but I also really enjoyed dressing up my brothers and their friends. I was a very convincing young thing. I could talk the most hetero guy into putting on lipstick and a dress just by being cute. As I’ve gotten older I’ve honed my skills a bit. I’ve also learned that there are some boys that enjoy being dressed up. The day I learned that my heart was full. What is sexier than a man in something frilly and lacy and pink? I’m not just talking about panties. I’m talking full outfits. Panties, bras, stockings, dresses, heels, wigs, makeup. The whole deal! I love picking out the perfect outfit for my breathing paperdolls. I love the blushing that starts to happen when the guy realizes how much he’s enjoying the sensation of the girly fabrics against his skin. I love seeing how his body language changes from almost macho into something more feminine as he gives me more and more control. I love stripping all of that masculinity as I add each new piece of clothing. He’s giving me all of this power and the more he gives the more I want. Once I see how hard my outfit has made you then all hope is gone, little sissy. You’re in trouble and should be nervous about what happens next.
By Autumn, on February 2nd, 2008 B is for Blue Balls: Everyone knows that I *love* cum. I love everything about it. When I say “everything” I’m including making you hold it in your balls. It is so sexy to get a man rock hard (by any means necessary) and making him stay that way. Of course, I like to play the cock and the balls. I like to stroke and caress and spank, and lick and suck and all of those other goodies. I also like to do all of those things without a release of white, sticky cum. I love watching the cock get so hard that it twitches with even the tiniest touch. I love seeing the head get bright purple. I love seeing the balls get tight and tense just waiting to expel that liquid. I love watching the look on a gentleman’s face change from pleasure to agony with each stroke and each firm “No! Not yet!” that comes out of my mouth. And I especially love the sounds of panting and whimpering and then the begging. The sound of a grown man begging get my nipples so hard and gets my pussy so wet. I get so turned on that my little cunt needs some relief. Since I’m the one in charge, I’ll almost always opt to let you watch me finger myself to orgasm. It’s very important that you keep stroking during my solo adventure. That’s what gets me so hot. If you can’t control yourself and end up squirting I hope you are prepared to take the consequences.
By Autumn, on September 4th, 2007 Even though I deliver such pain the pain sluts are always so thankful. I
got this sweet note after leaving such sweet marks.
I really enjoy leaving marks and bruises and evidence of my work. That
enjoyment must show through to all of my lovely sluts (pain and otherwise)
“Dear Princess Autumn,
What a fantastic day i had squirming around pretending to pay attention in
class as my mind remembered the way You used and bruised me over and over
yesterday. i was delighted when the tight jeans i wore constantly reminded
me of how sweet You were to spend so much time making sure that wonderful
feeling would last for several days. i woke up early and immediately began
poking around, because right now Princess Autumn, You are the first thing
i like to think about each morning. i looking forward to going to the gym
tomorrow because that is always a special treat after playing with You. It
seems i stay erotically charged by these pleasurable experiences You give
me and i can hardly contain my excitement as i try to patiently await our
next appointment. You really seem to enjoy what You do and You make me so
happy.
Thank You,
Your Grateful Painslut”
By Autumn, on January 28th, 2006 I got this sweet little love note from a little pet who was begging to be
let back into my flock. I think he knows that his place has always been
and will always be at my feet. I might carry the keys to his device right
around my neck.
“Princess Autumn,
Thank You so much for permitting me back under Your perfect hand for
training. i shall do exactly as You require of me sending the keys
priority mail right away so W/we can begin to lay the ground rules per
Your instruction.
Your pet was so not expecting this Autumn…the one thing i feared most
was enduring the intensity of sustained long-term chastity and yet You
force me to remain locked down turning over the keys to my device. You
know i am under Your spell and too weak to do anything less than obey!
So i shall…i shall do as You require of Your pet for my life is no
longer my own. i live now to please You and serve You and You alone and i
am only permitted release when You say.
Your pet is so entranced with the sound of Your voice in his ear…so
perfectly calm, smooth, alluring and hypnotizing…so steady and
controlling. All is lost, given up, surrendered, handed over when under
it. i shall faithfully and obediently do as You require of me now my
beloved Autumn.
Thank You,
Your lowly humbled chaste pet”
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