Jamie’s Play Palace

Oh his pussy was sooooooooo tight. Tom needed to be loosened up a bit, nothing some lube couldn’t fix, right Tom?  He did try to protest of course that didn’t matter to me. Tom had on some silky red panties and if you are going to dress like a slut you better be prepared to be treated like one.  It’s amazing how easy it is to manipulate *cough* a man when he’s been caught in red panties and I’ve taken pictures thanks to my trusty cam phone, which also happens to be red.

I’ve never seen anyone’s face go so red. The vein on his forehead started to bulge as did the lump in his panties. I thought he was going to have a major melt down but when I put the finger on the send button it was all tears and what do you want me to do Mistress Jamie.  The sobs were truly heartfelt. I think he knew that I wouldn’t think twice about ruining him. My little pantie wearing bitch would now be my queer boi toy. 

Tom was ordered down on to his knees and collared with a beautiful patent leather collar and matching leash.  The 18k gold tag on his collar said, “Goddess Jamie’s Bitch Boi.”  I pulled him harshly down the hallway as he crawled on his hands and knees behind me.  I started to tell him that he was going to learn what it was like to have a pussy and that’s when the crying and pleading started.

It was pretty boring having to listen to that crap. I took the end of the shiny pink leash and smacked his ass with he yelped but then he calmed down. Shoulders hunched I knee that he was already beginning to accept his fate. You should have seen the expression on his face when I brought out the 10 inch strap on. Look up the definition of horror in the dictionary and his picture would have been there. I went through three bottles of lube on his ass that night. It took awhile but at the end he was begging for it, like the little cum slut I’d knew he would turn out to be.