Hello, my pets! I trust you’ve all been good boys (and girls) for me, doing everything in a manner that pleases me: Asking “May I cum?” before release, not trying to pick the lock on your chastity belts, etc. I know you know it’s in your best interest to do everything you do, with me in mind. After all, a happy mistress makes for a happy slave.:)
And I’ve been a happy mistress indeed! My stud of a boyfriend took me on a little mini-vacation recently to his house on the lake. It was wonderful–all bundled up with just him, me, and his huge cock. The only thing missing was some cute little sissy-maid to wait on us hand and foot. I love to have that cock all to myself, sure–but you know me! I LOVE to show him off, and put some little bitch boy’s tiny penis to shame with a little compare session (or rather–contrast session. You know you can’t compare!).
But, luckily, since we’ve been back in town, we’ve had plenty of opportunity to turn unsuspecting victims into cuckoldslaves. Why, just this week, we had tons of fun with some scrawny, little man who didn’t know the wild ride he was in for!
He was the lead singer for a band we happened to see. He thought he was quite the rock star, strutting around, so full of himself. But I couldn’t help but notice that however tight his pants–there was not a bulge to be found. “Who is this guy kidding?” I thought. So I played the part of fan girl to a tee. After his set, I suggested he come home with my boyfriend and I. He, of course, jumped at the chance.
As always, I was right. He dropped his pants, and even a magnifying glass wouldn’t help me find his dick. Needless to say, he didn’t enjoy the traditional perks of being a rockstar that night–unless those perks include being made to suck cock!
Cruel to be kind
Empress Whitney
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