The problem was sex. It always had been. He tried, he worshipped her beautiful body and could spend hours licking her delicious pussy, but that wasn’t what SHE craved. No, his Melissa tried to be happy with what he gave her, but the truth was, he couldn’t fuck her the way she really wanted to be fucked. His cock, while not tiny, was just average and on the thin side, and Melissa excited him so much, he couldn’t help but come a few minutes after entering her. That wasn’t enough for his gorgeous wife and Robert couldn’t stand to see her unhappy. He’d promised to give her anything she wanted, to always make sure she was satisfied and he meant it. That’s when he came up with The Plan. It took a while for him to convince Melissa that he was serious, but when she realized he meant it, she flung her arms around him and kissed him with an enthusiasm he hadn’t felt from her in over a year. That was worth any humiliation he might suffer.

So that’s how it happened that Robert was waiting by their big martial bed, wearing a pair of his wife’s lace panties to cover his erection and to show that he was no threat to the  man she was bringing home. That’s right, that was The Plan. He had invited Melissa to go out and find what she really wanted, to find a man with a huge cock who looked as if he could go all night, and to bring him home where she could be safe. They had both agreed that Robert should be there, he wanted to make sure she was all right, she liked the idea of him watching her with another man. It was a new, naughty side of her that he thought was appealing.  His cell phone chirped once, the signal that meant she was right outside and ready to bring her stud in, and Robert knelt next to the bed, feeling himself getting excited already. He heard the click of her high heels, her sweet giggle and then she was coming through the door – holding hands with a big black man whose tight faded jeans showed the outline of a huge cock down his thigh.  Robert shivered with anticipation.

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Our baby dicked boy yearned for the attention of women, though. He wanted someone who would actually acknowledge his itsy bitsy, who would talk to him about it and maybe even touch it, or at least watch him while HE touched it! He had already realized that hoping for a woman who would actually fuck him was a hopeless fantasy. But where would such a woman be found? He tried hiring expensive beautiful call girls, but they laughed at him and charged him double to hump against their beautiful perfect fingers, which was humiliating. But, somehow, that shame turned him on even more and he went looking for women who could make humilation an art form! Thank goodness for his computer, because it led him to the Mistresses of LDW! These sensual strict women knew exactly how to make him stammer in shame over his nothing nubbie, how to tease him until he was bursting at his BB balls to come, how to treat him like the silly little dickless male he really was. It was everything he had ever wanted, they would watch him play with his teensie weensie and make fun of him for hours, they paid attention to him and his little dicklet!! They were truly the perfect women for him!!

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Then there are the wild fantasies. The ones about women growing huge watermelon like breasts at a certain point of the month, or year, or when their hormones kick in, or the women themselves growing until they block out the sun and, as a giantess, can crush the men who worship them with a careless step. Fantasies about having your best woman friend there when your time comes on Death Row, of having a smartass kick ass female sheriff bust your trashy con-girl criminal ass all over the jail, insulting you all the while, because she can.  These are great, but not likely to happen in real life. Does that make them any less valid or sexy or needed? Hell no. To be honest, these are my favourite types of fantasies. As I said, I have nothing against reality, but DAMN!! This kind of fantasy requires an extra level of creativity and acting – I’ve come out of some of them emotionally drained. I believe in giving my callers the best that I can, and sometimes they pull my ass through the wringer with them. And thats okay, I welcome the challenge.

And, maybe most fun, if not profitable, are the incredibly creative chatters and bloggers I’ve met because of this profession. Billy and Jemmie are Princess Grace’s pets, but they are my friends and playpals and we have a lot of fun making up outrageous scenarios in the chat rooms and on each other’s blogs (less so on mine, as I do try to keep it interesting for everyone, and our little adventures might strike some as rather wacky!!) and commenting with a fine edge of sarcasm and insult that I’ve seldom experienced with anyone but my close friends. There is a lil girly flutterbye who has captured my heart in her little jeweled wings. A certain noble shrimp, a Tiger turned cookie maven, a certain lucky bastard, and a trivia guru named magnus who just delights me with being himself…if I wasn’t open to a little weirdness and make believe, I’d never have appreciated these good folk. That would have been a damn shame.

So, with that, I’m off on my vacation. Try not to stake anyone while I’m gone, buffyBilly and remember that I’m NOT a vampire. But you can still be my minion, magnus. Have fun everyone and I’ll be back on the 21st, so get ready for a rested and ready to wrassle Miss Tara!!

Hugs

Miss Tara

Then one night, he saw Them. That group of bright beautiful women, they were all so glamorous and confident, moving through the night in their sexy little dresses and stiletto heels, attracting attention everywhere they went. A few men traveled with them, besotted with the women they referred to as Mistress this and Mistress that, the women laughed at them and treated them like pets. And, one night, the sad little sissy saw that one of the pets was wearing panties!!  The Mistresses had dressed him in a short frilly dress with pink panties underneath, he was wearing bright pink lipstick and they kept teasing him about being a naughty girl. This was his chance!! The sad little sissy gathered up all his courage and went inside the bar, getting down on his knees next to Their table, and when one of them leaned down to pat him on the head, he begged her to make him into a girl. The beautiful Mistress laughed and told the other ladies what he had said. They all looked him over, discussed it amongst themselves and then ordered him to buy a bottle of champagne, They wanted to toast to their newest project!!.

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Miss Tara

I think my blog should be about me, frankly. I don’t know that men are really interesting in reading about other guys, for the most part. But occasionally, I talk to someone who just is so accessible, who has a fantasy that I think will really intrigue the people who read the blog, because they represent the fantasy of a lot of people who may not have had the courage to pick up the phone or visit our chatrooms yet. And no, I’m not saying that they have common or ordinary fantasies. But there are classic themes, if you will, and some of my calls, especially with people I’ve spoken with frequently, make those theme POP!! So, I share a really frilly adorable sissy, or a man who loves to be forced into submitting to me (and his own subbie nature!)…I even stole the nickname of a faithful tiny dicked frequenter of my radio show and wrote a story all about a pindicked piggie finding his place in our world.:)

In the end, I write about my life. Right now, my callers, my fellow Mistresses, and our chatters are a big part of that life.  So when you see the occasional wacky posting that fits into a bizzare blogging story happening on several blogs, or I stop to wish a happy birthday, or even to get a little sentimental, bear with me:) As I often say, I’m not a doll, wind her up and she humiliates little dicks and makes men wear panties. I’m a real woman, and my blog is going to reflect that. I’ve been getting such wonderful compliments lately, THANK YOU FOR READING! And Keep Reading and commenting, OKAY?

Hugs,

Miss Tara

 

 

Seriously. Now, since I started doing my radio show, I don’t hang out in the chatrooms as much as I was for a while, and I need to change that, because I had a blast. Part of the reason was my beloved Jemmie (even if she is now an alien preying mantis with cuhreepee feelers), a very sweet sissy with a heart of gold and a deliciously spankable bottom, plus bodacious bouncing evil bimbo boobs. Another part was Billy. Billy is…well…I’m not he can be defined as such, except that denial is NEVER good for Billy. Grace warned me about that one night after he got mouthy with me and I told him to refrain from coming for the good of his soul. It’s a good thing he met Princess Grace, whom he calls and worships, because she seems to understand his twisted sexual needs. I tend to just haul him over my knee, shave the fur off his ass, and spank him when he gets on my nerves. And, of course, there is the Tazer of Terrible Tenderness for when he really gets rowdy. ::wink::

He has one of the vivid imaginations and talent for interesting writing that I’ve ever seen. The chatrooms would rock from the wild horseplay going on, as various regulars were drawn into our wild little world and found their own places in it. Ace, Ms Kate’s devotee and Wealthy Cookie Maven, Lucky Pet (who collects spare change or something, I never got that quite clear), Panty Sue, ultra pampered glamour girl of the set, and tonydshrimp, who came sizzling into the chatroom one night and whetted our appetites for more:) There have been long interweaving adventures lived out between Billy’s Blog and Jemmie’s Blog and..well, everyone’s blog at one point! And their creativity has often sparked my own when I was afraid it had run dry, as well as making me laugh until the tears came at some of the antics, and comments, in the blogs.

So why does a professional phone sex Mistress pay so much attention to someone who, admittedly, is fascinated and faithful to one of my coworkers? Well, for one, I consider him a friend, as I do many of our chatroom regulars. Billy, who transmogrified himself ala Calvin into a pudgy blue Carebear some time ago, has recommended me many times to new chatters wanting to learn about the Mistresses, but that isn’t the only reason I love to have him around. He and Jemmie and our other regulars help make the chatrooms a fun place for everyone to be. Their blogs can be wild and wacky, but the focus is usually the ladies of LDW, when it isn’t specifically Princess Grace, or each other. The COMMENTS are often the best part, and I recommend going back over the archives if you want some choice reading.

So, in my usual roundabout way, happy birthday, dear little Carebear. I hope your ass stops stinging from the enthusiastic beating the Spank Mistress and the Stroke Mistress gave you and that this year is filled with creativity and less pain than the last.

Hugs,

Miss Tara

Then, one day, he was online and came across a website that astounded him. It was full of beautiful women, smart sexy women, confident women who spoke openly and freely about all kinds of things, including cocks. And they had the most interesting things to say about dicks the size of his. They called them TEENY WEENIES! They called them ITTY BITTIES! They laughed at pindicks like his, they scorned them and said that there was no way they ever would have enjoyed one of his exhibitions, let alone fucked him afterwards. They, and this was hard to believe, said that their minimum standard for Real Men started at TWICE the size of his studly wares. EIGHT INCHES? It was difficult for the pindick piggy to understand. He had been so sure of himself, so convinced that his dick was a cock for the ages. How could he be so wrong? But these women were intoxicating, men gathered around them and begged for their attention. Paid for their personal one to one attention, and showered them with gifts too. THESE women, these confident strong women, couldn’t be WRONG.

So, the pindick piggy put away his dreams of being the world’s greatest lover and devoted himself to amusing these wonderful women. They seemed to enjoy teasing him and laughing at his needle thin flip flopper, and their laughter was as magnificent as the rest of them. So he paid his dues, joined the crowds around them, and in time found a few special ladies to tribute with his time and money and presents. And he found a new goal! Maybe his dick was the thinnest one out there! The most amusing! The teeniest weenie wagging! The one the wonderful women would laugh at most! And, with this in mind, the pindick piggy was happy again.

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