Sometimes, an objective, third party view is needed within a situation. Guided masturbation is a perfect example of this. You don’t think so? I beg to differ.When you are concentrating on jerking your cock and cumming, which are you really thinking about? Are you analyzing your technique? Do you take the time to note other “meaningless” portions of the act? Absolutely not! Your mind is focused on the fantasy that is driving the speeding cum train through your cock.
That is where I step in and stop the runaway locomotive before it becomes a train-wreck. Your technique works. The end result desired is achieved. Chopping down a tree with a dull pocket knife will eventually work, as well. Would you call that an efficient method?
Many of you are using pocket knives. Put them away and let’s try something new. Remember, the worst thing that could happen is that you find your mechanical method much more fulfilling and desirable than alternatives. If that should happen, which is possible, but as likely as you or I having a vacation house on the Sea of Tranquility (look it up *smirks*), you can return to your method.
I am offering you knowledge that could make a decent orgasm excellent. If decent can become excellent, imagine what your best orgasm ever could feel like. If you follow my instructions, you will not have to imagine anymore. Those fantasies and sensations can quickly becoming a waking reality for you.
My eyes have closed as you let your hands work their magic. I open one, just for a brief moment. What I see is the smile of someone who is enjoying what he is doing.You move to the ball of my foot. You use your thumbs to massage in circles.You move slowly and gently, which is exactly what I expect from you.You seem to be quickening your pace, every so slightly. I think I know why. You want to get to the toes. You do love toes.
You carefully flex each toe, before you massage it. You massage the bottom, the sides, the top, and the tip. You work from the smallest toe, in to the big toe. When you reach the big toe, you make a circle with your thumb and your finger. You slip it over my toe and use it to massage up and down.
By now, my foot feels as light as air. You finish and move to the other foot, repeating every step. I am completely relaxed and it feels as if all the stress from the day has been released through my feet.
Just when I begin to think you have completed your project, you lean over and blow your hot breath on my toes. You move from side to side, letting the warmth stimulate my skin. You do this several times.
I open my eyes again, from their closure due to your excellent skills with lower extremities. I nod and you bend your head to the next task.
You take my littlest toe between your thumb and finger and slowly let your tongue flick over it. Eventually, the strokes become longer and pushed by more pressure. You are licking my toe as if it were a lollipop.
After a long day in my boots, I need a good massage. Sometimes, a woman must suffer for fashion. There is no way to avoid that. I know I do not have to suffer for long. I come in and you are waiting, quietly. I make my way to my lounge chair. You are already engrossed in your task. Your hands gently cup my heels and lift my legs to be placed comfortably on the lounge. When I am relaxed, you make your way to your knees and move to the end of my lounge chair.With care and a sensitive touch, your fingers pull my boot zippers down. You are moving so slowly, I barely hear the zipper movement. When the zipper is all the way down, you gently place your fingers inside the boot and use them to move the boot from my foot. I feel very little, if any pressure at all.
You place my boot softly on the floor and rub your hands together to warm them. You know I do not like cold hands. When you are sure your hands are not too cold, you wrap them around my ankles and kneed the tension away. You hear me sigh.
From the ankles, you slowly make your way down, to the heel. I feel your fingers gently pressing into the soft flesh, coaxing the swelling away. I burrow into the pillows and drift further into relaxation.
When you reach the instep. you make a loose fist and move it back and forth across the area. With each swipe, you press just a bit harder, but not enough to cause me any discomfort…
Open your mouth whore. You pretend to be the most macho man to ever walk the Earth, but the sight of a thick cock, dripping cum will make you weak in the knees. You feel your mouth getting moist as you dream of feeding the hunger only a real cock can sate.You come before me, swearing you are just interested in hearing my voice guide you as you stroke. As you begin to divulge more details, you let slip that you like the idea of being forced by me to orally service a well endowed man. We move into your fantasy even more. Before you realize it, you have told me the truth. You want to feel a cock being slammed down your throat, as I hold the back of your head and tell you to take every inch of it or get the beating of your life! Every time I mention the cock and what will happen if you do not show your skill in sucking it, you moan and gasp.You are humiliated. You have become my cock-sucking whore! Do not think you are done. No, no, no. A real whore sucks a cock dry and swallows every drop of the evidence! Did you think you would get away without tasting the cum? If you are going to do it, you have to do it all the way!Before you swallow it down, I want to see some dribble down the corner of your mouth. Swirl it around in your mouth and let the flavor penetrate your tongue. Taste the very essence of another man. I will tilt your head back and laugh above you as you swallow and then make you tell me how delicious he tasted.
If your blow job showed promise and burgeoning skill, you may rise to your feet. You will suck for me whenever I feel the desire to see you do so. When I am done with you, you will put the town slut to shame.
If your skills disappoint me, don’t get off your knees, my bi bitch! If you are truly a forced bi and do not live up to my expectations, your mouth is not the only hole that will need to be sullied! Turn around and let me show you what happens to those who refuse to learn oral communication skills!
Many of you have asked how much I know about sissies and fems and how far I have taken some of them. I am going to answer your queries right now.
I understand what you are thinking and what you are feeling. As a woman, how could I not understand your desire to be beautiful. Women are beautiful creatures. We take pride in our appearance. Why should I feel you should not work towards the same goals.
I have sissies and fems who cover the whole spectrum. There is no correct way to be a fem or sissy. I have sissies who only enjoy dressing occasionally. Some of my fems are pre-op. I have also had the pleasure of guiding fems from discovery of their true inner selves to post operation bliss. The journey does not end with the scalpel and I am standing beside them guiding them through the rest of the journey.
Whether you are exploring the feelings you have or you are someone who has been in the lifestyle for many years, I can help you with your journey. The first thing I must tell you is to lose any apprehension or shame you may feel. There is nothing wrong with the emotions you have.
When you come to me, ask the questions you have. Do not keep anything to yourself because you feel it is odd or embarrassing. Honesty is a requirement. If you do not tell me what you need or ask me what you need to know, I can not guide you properly. The only stupid questions are the ones which go unasked.
My strokers, cuckolds, owned cocks, and other kinky toys, I have special places for you and will be reminding you of why the variety within my subjects is so important to me.
I have already praised Ella’s wonderful maid work. I have told you she is great with dishes, laundry, even scrubbing the floor. Considering she does all that, while making sure to make her hips sway and legs grab attention is even better.The real fun begins when my sissy bitch has completed her chores. Maybe I should clarify. The real fun begins when my sissy maid has completed the housecleaning chores. I can assure you, her work is not over. It is actually just beginning.
After spending hours watching her work so hard, I do need some fun and amusement. The cleaning, bending, stretching, walking, and other physical activity almost makes me swear. I said almost. Why should I sweat when I have sissies to do the work and enjoy it?
When we last spoke of her, I explained how I begin the second phase. Ella is not stupid. She knows exactly what I have planned. She may try to hide her excitement, but her flushed face and twitching lip corners give her true thoughts away.
By now, you know I have begun to tease her with my foot in her crotch. I alternate that with some innuendo laced whispers and she is ready in the the snap of a finger! Even though she is ready, I am not going to give in just yet. No, she has to be so horny, she is going to burst if she gets no release.
I ask her loaded questions. What would she do if? What would happen if? With every carefully worded question, she knows I can see her excitement building. When the doorbell rings, her breath catches and she looks to the door.
Phase three is upon her. She can not wait for it to be in her. I can not wait to see her sissy cunt stretched, her sissy mouth open, and her hands working their magic.
Why must we all feel we should find one category that suits us? I have noticed a trend and I am going to address it right now. I want you to pay attention. If you enjoy stroking and being a panty boy, which one do you choose? Do you say you like guided masturbation? Are you a fem?You like wearing stockings. You are not fond of anything else that is girly. You also like to be forced to suck a cock. Sometimes, you want your wife to make you suck it after she has fucked it. Which category do you fall into?
You wrack your little slave brain, while analyzing which classification suits you. You are a bit of this and a bit of that. You can not decide which group you belong to. I have some advice for you.
STOP!
That’s right. I said FUCKING STOP! Why are you wasting your time trying to find the category that you fit into perfectly? Many people have fetishes that encompass aspects of several categories. Should I be denied your slave time because you are spending time making a decision on exactly which label fits you?
Instead of spending your time inspecting labels, put that time to good use. If you want have a cock sliding down your throat as you stroke yourself, while dressed Little Whore Peep, who the fuck is stopping you? If your licking my boots while your ass is being stretched wide open by a foot long dildo wielded by your girlfriend, who is licking my pussy, is the way you want to be abused and humiliated, do we need to categorize each aspect before we proceed?
When I ask you what your fetish is, you do not have to give me a specific term. Tell me what you want. No two people are the same. Not two words are going to be defined in the same manner by any two individuals.
What you should be doing is serving me and saying,” I want to be your….”
As you know, I am a busy woman. Housework is such a boring waste of time for me. I much prefer the smell of Obsession to Windex. I could be doing other things, such as walking my pet slave boy or slapping a slave or two around. Shopping is also something much more fun and productive than laundry.That is where Ella comes in. Ella, what a wonderful sissy maid slut. She cleans. She cooks. When my boots need a good shine, her mouth is right there making them glow. That is just a few of Ella’s many useful talents.
After a long day of watching Ella’s long legs move to and fro as she works, I am in need of some fun. Do you think I send Ella home and have some. Oh hell no! Ella is part of the fun!
I call Ella’s name and I can see her tense with excitement. She moves over to me and tries to disguise the anticipatory smile pulling at the corner of her lips. I tell her to sit on the floor and take a moment to rest her aching feet.
As she kneels, I remove my boots and slowly rub my foot in her crotch. I can feel what I am doing to her. I tell her I thought she looked a little tense and I was just being nice. Sure.
I remove my foot and lean over and whisper in her ear, asking if she is ready for her reward. She does not need to answer. She knows this routine very well.
She just looks up expectantly and her eyes are bright with excitement. She wants her reward more than you can imagine. She licks her lips. I assume she is practicing for her reward.
She knows when she does a good job, she will get to be Mistress’s slut. She likes cock and pussy and I so like watching her suck and lick.
There is more to cum….*laughs*
