@love-missl I Know It’s A Lot Of Work But I Promise I Will Make It Worth Your While.

Mood:

I wanna push a cute boy down onto my bed, pounce on him and kiss him, passionately. Our tongues and our lips moving, entwined together. We'd each be letting out little moans as my hands would gently be caressing his face and his on my waist. His hands would slide to my perfect breasts, he'd grab them and within seconds my hands would move to his neck, squeezing it. "And what makes you think you can touch those?" I'd say, firmly. He'd let go and I'd let go of his neck. "I'm sorry, Miss" He'd say softly. "It's okay, baby. But don't you do it again.. You really like these huh?" I'd say, smirking as I grabbed them. I'd make my way to his face and squeeze them, with his face inbetween them, giggling as I watched him struggle to breathe. I'd pull away and he'd be breathing loudly. "Aww, aren't you cute" I'd giggle out. I'd start to suck his fingers, he'd watch in excitement. "I can't trust these things, can I?" I'd say. I'd let go of his hands and grab my restraints from under the bed. I'd undress him and then restrain both his wrists and ankles, then I'd kiss between his thighs. My tongue would glide against his cock and I'd look deeply into his eyes as my drool dripped onto his throbbing cock. I'd smile, biting my lower lip then pucker my lips around the tip and slide down, I'd start sucking slowly up and down, progressing the speed as my nails left little marks on his side. After edging him once with my mouth I'd slide my wet, warm pussy up his stomach and chest then onto his face. He'd start swerving his tongue all over my pussy, tasting my sweet juices as I tasted myself off of his chest and stomach. I'd start stroking his cock, while I grinded all over his face. I'd bring him to the edge over and over again as I'd have multiple orgasms. After several orgasms, I'd get off of his face and he'd beg me to let him cum, barely being able to speak. I'd grab him by the back of his head and place his mouth onto one of my breasts "make them feel good, baby" I'd command him. His tongue would be licking all around my nipples, and sucking them gently as I continued to stroke his cock. As I felt his cock pulsate and see his eyes roll back, I'd quickly let go, running his orgasm. His perfect cock dripping out cum, as I giggled. I'd clean up his mess with my tongue, looking up at him and smiling. His body would feel like it's shaking inside and he would feel frustrated but so happy that he was able to make me cum and see me smile. I'd bring his head onto my chest, playing with his hair, kiss his forehead and whisper "You did a good job, sweetie and I appreciate you so much. You're such a good boy."

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Scantily-Clad and Sexy Spankers #7

Shy, polite, and respectful sub boys are my favorite. The ones that are so cute and nervous and polite when the speak to you, and they blush and beam when you pay them compliments. Gah. Just too cute. And then, the more they get to know you, the more silly, and sassy and bratty they get…. I could eat em up.

“Fucking loser. I’m going to shove your head in the toilet while I fuck you in the ass. You don’t have a fucking choice bitch, I have your key… I own you.”

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Losing at beer pong isn’t always bad. Awwwww.

Not only do you understand that the paying is going to escalate, you are counting on it.

The Enchantress: Other Option

After a long and grueling battle the insatiable enchantress has disarmed and pinned the exhausted Hero to the ground. Her hips straddle his struggling body in a vice, her chest pressed over his heaving chest.

Enchantress: You know that there's nothing that can stop me from taking my weekly ransom, hero. I need my dose of Pathetic, Defeated Hero Dick.

Hero: Gross.

She grasps him by the hair and pulls his head up to whisper in his ear.

Enchantress: And what is your pick today, hero? Do you want since evil villainess pussy or evil villainess dick? A middle ground between? I'll have whatever you wish...

The hero contemplates for a moment. He smirks. If he is to be ravished once again, best to make her work for it. He whispers his demand.

Hero: Other.

The enchantress pauses for a moment.

Enchantress: Other, you say?

Hero: Other. Surely there is no problem?

The enchantress eventually smiles at his challenge.

Enchantress: Very well.

It isn't easy for her. It strains her shape shifting energy and pushes her concentration something fierce. It defies euclidean spacial physics and several holy texts. But the enchantress manages to unleash upon her hero all the sublime and erotic "other" he could ever ask for, dominating him more thoroughly than ever before.