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Artistic Body Worship

Whitney — Tue, 23 Feb 2010 02:02:14 +0000

Any of you who heard my mistress interview with the lovely Ms Tia knows that I consider myself both an artist, and an artistic muse. And so, being a lover of the arts often throws me into the company of some very interesting men! Sensitive, slight perfectionists who relish both the pain and the pleasure of life…

The perfect men to dominate!

I met one such man this weekend. I went to a gallery opening, and looked at painting after painting of one girl. Just her face. Different expressions, different styles and mediums, some just close-ups of various facial features. The girl in the painting was blonde. She had blue eyes, pretty pink lips…

The girl was me.

I tracked down the artist. He was balding, with glasses, and I recognized him immediately. He was a man who frequents the coffee shop I go to, and always stares at me.

“Don’t models usually get paid for their work?” I asked. He blushed, deeply humiliated to have been found out. I knew I had him. I asked him where his studio was, and he told me.

“Well, I’ll just have to swing by and pose for you in a proper setting.” He couldn’t even speak–only stammered out, “Yes! Uh..I mean…” He was sweating! “Good. I’ll see you there,” I said, and left.

The next day I arrived surprised him at his studio. He was already painting me, as I was when he saw me at the gallery.

“It seems you’ve mastered my face. But can you do justice to my body?” I asked. He dropped his paint brush. “I think it only fair that if I strip down for you, you strip down for me.” I added. His face was so red! Probably because I was bound to see the hard-on that was hiding beneath his pants.;)

But he was a good boy, and he did as he was told. He stripped down for me, and I posed him just so–on his knees, with his sketch pad and pencil in hand, face tilted up. “Now, I’ll pose like this,” I said, as I stripped down slowly for him. I placed myself standing, my arms over my head, my legs spread, my pussy very close to his face. Immediately, he leaned forward to kiss my pussy lips.

“No, no! You call yourself a professional artist! Don’t you know you have to ask the model permission before you touch her?”

He asked permission for a lot of things that afternoon. May I kiss your feet, may I lick your thigh, may I press my nose into your pussy, may I worship your body…

And the painting was pretty good, too!

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Humiliated Carpet Humper

admin — Wed, 17 Feb 2010 23:28:57 +0000

Any of you who attend the Cock Mockery chat that Ms. Lauren and I host on Monday nights, and any of you humiliation freaks who have enjoyed erotic phone sessions with me, begging to hear my insults (which I delight in giving out!) know how much I LOVE to humiliate men!

If there’s one thing you can beg for and receive with little resistance from me, it’s a humiliating task! I may give you orgasm denial when you’re whining, “May I cum?” I may tie you down when you want to lunge between my legs and worship my body. I may tease and deny you beyond reason despite your cries and whimpers. But if you beg, “Please! Put me in my place! Insult me! Humiliate me!” I’ll respond: “With pleasure.”

That’s why I had so much fun with my little carpet humper not long ago. No, that’s not a euphemism. I had that fat, pasty bitch on his knees, looking longly at my legs, fully naked! Did I make him a human throne for my ass? No. Did I take him with my strapon? No. I told him he could never bury his pitiful pecker in my pussy. But if he was a good boy, he could bury it in the carpet.

And that’s just what I made him do! Poor carpet…having to endure his frantic pitiful thrusts! My gorgeous legs made him so wild with desire, I’m afraid he really gave that carpet what for!

You know you’ve got power over a man when he’ll gladly risk a mean rug burn for you:)

Cruel to be kind,

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Holiday Tease and Denial

Whitney — Sun, 27 Dec 2009 05:10:39 +0000

Hello, my pets! I hope you all had a FANTASTIC Christmas! Were my sissy maids in the kitchen preparing a Christmas feast in only an apron and high heels? Were my humiliated cuckolds gift wrapping a big, black stud to please their mistress with? Were my stroker boys given the gift of a full and glorious orgasm, or will you remain teased and denied until after the new year?

I spent my Christmas in much the way you’d expect–lavished with presents and praise. My favorite gift of the material variety was a pair of dangly diamond earrings with a tennis bracelet to match from my wonderful and sexy boyfriend. That man just seems to possess all of the qualities necessary in a man: Exquisite taste, and a long, thick cock. Who could ask for anything more?

So what did I get him in return? Well, you know me–I LOVE the element of surprise. So I sat him down in a chair and told him to close his eyes, and just as he did, I wrapped a blindfold over his eyes and tied it tight. You should have seen his cock–he’s just like Pavlov’s dog! As soon as the blindfold trigger was in place, he sprang to attention, and I sprang to action. I leaned down and whispered into his ear, “I’ll be right back to give you and your cock your Christmas surprise, my darling!” licking his ear quickly before I disappeared into my walk in closet.

He must have heard me getting ready in there–digging through my box of goodies, the sounds of zippers and rustling fabric, because he called out, “What are you doing in there?” “Just you be patient,” I responded, as I stepped out of my closet. I placed one hand, clad in a soft leather glove, on his hard and frustrated cock. “Afterall, if you aren’t a naughty boy, I’ll have to give you a naughty surprise. As it is, I’ve got something sweet and sensual in store for you. It’s your choice.”

Without hesitation, he said, “I’ll be a good boy.”

“Talk is cheap,” I said, placing one stiletto boot covered foot up on the chair next to his thigh. “Prove it.” On command, he leaned forward and commenced giving me my favorite gift of the non-material variety: Exquisite, orgasmic body worship!

I always like to reward good behavior. And if YOU’RE a good boy, I might just post the rest of this story tomorrow, for you!

Cruel to be kind,

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