The Sissy, the Slave, and the Spank Mistress

Such a fun week I’m having, with lots of deliciously depraved calls and callers with whom to play. It really is my idea of fun, a wide variety of fantasies presented by those trusting men and sissies who want to share them with me.  Two, in fact,  just last night, who are such naughty little exhibitionists that they not only want ME to know their fantasies, they want all of my readers to know too. They LOVE to “make the blog”. And, because they are so amusing, I’m granting that wish.:)

First, Sissy Vanessa who has as his goal to be the “biggest little sissy faggot” I’ve ever known.  I tell her that it’s quite a challenge to set, but he certainly seems up to the job. Him? her?  The name is feminine, but as I remind him, he might want to be a girl with everything in his heart, but his feeble little male self is never going to be able to manage it.  Vanessa got up the courage to go to a salon recently for a nice mani and pedi! She had her toenails painted red, got a French manicure for her fingertips, and even had her legs waxed. It was so embarassing when the lady waxing her legs saw up her skirt and noticed those pretty panties! I’ll bet there was an itty bitty bulge in them, but she wouldn’t have been able to see that!!  Vanessa is a whore at heart, a timid little cocksucker who wants a strong mistress to sell her services to the very roughest, and largest, of men. I’d like to dress her up and send her down on a street corner, shaking her moneymaker, for a night or two. It would be delightful to see her bent over the hood of a car or on her knees in an alley, being pronged at both ends. And what’s so lovely about it, is that Vanessa would be totally grateful for such a humiliating experience. It’s a win win goal she’s striving for, as far as I’m concerned.

And then there is J, my collared slave boy. What I always remember first about him is that he loves his collar. Second, but certainly not any less, is that spanking softens him up to anything I want from him. He has the most delightful restraints for his ankles and wrists, and I had such a good time with those, and a nice leather belt, AND the big metal wire dog cage… but I digress.:)  J told me that he had been exploring our delightful forced cocksucking site this time, and that he found himself intrigued by the idea of learning to suck a dildo. So intrigued, in fact, that when I asked, he told me that he’d already bought a dildo to practice on. Such a little slut at heart, I had him strip and get on his knees, the proper sucking position, then began teaching him what to do.  Do you know, he tried to ARGUE with me? Tried to change his mind, telling me that he was too scared to continue.  Well, I had him get the belt.  Twenty strokes on each cheek, because spanking makes him very soft and malleable.  Then my collared insignificant bitch of a slave protested at the number and sassed me, asking me why I had to be “such a bitch”. Twenty five strokes and he almost got thirty! After that whipping, fifty strokes in all, he overcame his fear of the big dildo, I assure you. The cocksucking lesson was amusing and all, but I prefer humiliating and abusing my collared slaveboy,  in wicked ways that he doesn’t expect. Sure, there was a cage, and yes, his restraints could all be interlocked, including the collar, but I don’t like to take the expected path:)

J has a delightful sense of humor, which appreciates my own slightly twisted and sometimes evil one, and he got a big kick out of my bending him OVER his metal wire cage. We had to unlock his ankles at first, when he forgot to bring the belt along, but I shortly had him bent over the cage, spread eagled, and locked down by both ankles and one wrist. His aching swollen cock was trapped between two wires, and ached even more when I ordered him to strap his thighs twenty times. He said that he couldn’t get a good stroke, so I was understanding. He was ordered to strap his back again. More sass, more strokes. He ended up with a good strong thirty strokes! Just got harder and more horny and there were lovely thick tears in his voice from the pain. I LOVE tears:)  Then I had him locked down his collar to the cage top, commanded him to say one simple phrase, which he fucked up.  Earned him a few more strokes on his already throbbing painful ass, which was the perfect lesson in obedience before I ball gagged him.

I ended the session by ordering him to stay locked down for ten minutes after we hung up and forbidding him to come for the night.  My helpless little collared slaveboy, I hope he slept well. Hee hee hee.

Anyway, I DO have the most interesting callers, don’t you think? All you exhibitionists out there, call and share YOUR wild fantasies! Give me your permission to post and you might just ‘make the blog’ too!

Hugs,

Miss Tara   I have a whole page of audios here, to let you hear my voice and my style. Call me at 800-356-6169