It was forced fucking and there was nothing I could do about it….Now pinned down to the bed, I felt helpless as the head of his massive cock penetrated my pussy. I winced in agony as he attempted to thrust in balls deep. “What’s the matter bitch,” he said with a sneer, “that cock too big for that tight little cunt of yours?” He thrust again and again, harder and harder.
Last night, Lucy and I caught a superhero, or should I say a ‘stupid hero.’ Under the cover of darkness he claims to right wrongs and fights crimes but we knew there was something a little sketchy about this guy. It was far too easy to lure him in with the promise of sex and HUMILIATION.
Once inside our lair, we STRAPPED him down to a mechanical table and toyed with the idea of exposing who he really was. A hero’s greatest asset, after all, is his identity. Oh, how he begged! “Don’t remove my mask! I’ll do anything. Anything you say. Please, just not the mask.” Pttfff. Like we cared?
I wanna play a game!! How well do you think you know me? Do you know me well enough to guess what I’m thinking about while I’m MASTURBATING? I’d love to find out!
First, I want to have a “Caption this” contest except it’s a “Comment what I’m thinking about while I plunge my fingers into my TIGHT, HOT, PUSSY” game!
Fetish as defined by the Oxford Dictionary – “A form of sexual desire in which gratification is linked to an abnormal degree to a particular object, item of clothing, part of the body, etc.” Now that’s a cold, clinical definition if ever there was one! Better defined, fetish is an indispensable sexual ingredient. It takes sex from the mundane to the truly artistic. And that “etc.,” that the losers working for dictionary inc. so casually dismissed? Well, that is a wide array of kinks and desires that they can never truly understand. But I understand….
And you will too. If you get in touch with me that is … I’ll be your guide through this wonderful world of kink and you find out first hand why they call me the Mistress of Fetish.
A giant brown box has shown up on your porch but you can’t recall ordering anything. The box is almost as tall as you and as wide as a refrigerator. It’s such a struggle to get the box through your front door but you are successful.
The shipping label has your name and address but the sender has been blacked out. Curiosity gets the better of you and you can’t wait for another second to find out what’s inside! You rip at the tape holding the vertical panels closed and when they pop open you are shocked to find your very own SEX DOLL inside.