Little dicks matter!
You heard me you NEED little dicks in your life. But why you ask?
... View moreLittle dicks matter!
You heard me you NEED little dicks in your life. But why you ask?
- Big dicks know they will be used; little dicks work very hard to please you to be used.
- Little dicks know their place
- Little dicks will shower you with gifts for attention to get you to notice their small size
- Little dicks will go the extra mile to please you with their tongue companion who gets quite a work out.
- Little dicks like to be recognized for how cute they are when they claim to be hard.
- Little dicks work harder.
- Little dicks will serve you and the big dick in your life because the little dick knows it’s superior when it sees it.
- Little dicks will be very attentive, even when you’re not
- Little dicks are so appreciative of any attention, who knows what they’ll do to please you.
“When you bring his, don’t forget a cup for yourself. A growing boy also needs his breakfast,” She laughed. When he brought in the second tray She told him to kneel by Her side of the bed, with his em... View more“When you bring his, don’t forget a cup for yourself. A growing boy also needs his breakfast,” She laughed. When he brought in the second tray She told him to kneel by Her side of the bed, with his empty coffee cup in hand. She then put Her head underneath the covers and could discern it was headed for her lover's waist. He saw the blanket move up and down where Her head was and saw the look on Her lover’s face as his eyes rolled up into his head. He couldn’t help but hear Her slurping and the noises of a perfect blow job. A After Her lover obviously climaxed, Mistress emerged from under the blanket and leaned over to his coffee cup and emptied Her lover’s load into it. Mistress smiled and said, “drink up. You’ll need your energy for other chores.” He slowly poured the cup of semen into his mouth savoring the taste and the humiliation. “Lick inside, no waste. You’re a member of the clean plate club,” She laughed. He explored the inside of the cup with his tongue to get every last drop. His Sunday morning had purpose.
He was in Her kitchen on Sunday morning having been summoned by Her at 7 AM. He was to make breakfast for two, consisting of French press coffee, orange juice squeezed by him, bacon, regular and blueb... View moreHe was in Her kitchen on Sunday morning having been summoned by Her at 7 AM. He was to make breakfast for two, consisting of French press coffee, orange juice squeezed by him, bacon, regular and blueberry pancakes, cheese omelets, and an assortment of cheeses. He dutifully purchased the ingredients and went to Her place.
The living room was untidy, the couch had been moved, a man’s sock and shoes were there. He heard no noise from the bedroom. As the aromas from the kitchen wafted through the house and he plated the food on the trays, he heard indistinguishable talking from the bedroom. He approached the bedroom door and knocked gently, “Mistress?” “Yes? Is it ready?” She asked. “Yes, Mistress,” he replied. “Then serve us.”
He entered the room with the first tray for Mistress, who was in bed with a very handsome young man who were looking each other in the eyes and ignoring him. The room showed obvious signs of passionate sex. Both Mistress and Her lover were covered by the blankets.
The ball sack slapped against his nose rhythmically. Hanging low from Her lover the balls were big. He was underneath Her while Her lover entered her from behind and thrust in and out quickly and slo... View moreThe ball sack slapped against his nose rhythmically. Hanging low from Her lover the balls were big. He was underneath Her while Her lover entered her from behind and thrust in and out quickly and slowly. He heard both their moans. He was blindfolded but could smell their intermingled juices, sometimes they dripped down on his face. She had his balls in Her grip and as the fucking became more intense, Her grip was stronger, tighter. Her grip ebbed and flowed with the pace of Her lovers thrusting. When She had Her orgasm he felt it as pain coursing through his balls. At that moment Her lover’s balls, inspired by her orgasm pleasurably released into Her. The contrast could not have been starker. As She slowly released Her grip, Her lover pulled out; cum flowed out and covered his face.
He sat in his car parked near Her house at 2 AM on Saturday night. This was his routine. She would either be fast asleep or with a lover. He had to be ready. She might text him that She had been v... View moreHe sat in his car parked near Her house at 2 AM on Saturday night. This was his routine. She would either be fast asleep or with a lover. He had to be ready. She might text him that She had been very pleased by Her lover and that they needed a late snack or drink. He would go get it and leave it outside the door for them. She might text him that this lover was not up to par and She needed him to come in and serve Her with his tongue. She might text him that it was a particularly messy night and he was to clean, whether tidying Her place or cleaning any liquids from Her or Her lover. Sometimes She would text him that She was still out but to pick Her and Her newest conquest up and drive them to Her place to complete their night. His Saturday night had purpose.
He sat at his office desk and saw the reply to the email. The person wouldn’t do what he wanted. If he couldn’t get them to do it, the project would be in jeopardy and he might not get the bonus. I... View moreHe sat at his office desk and saw the reply to the email. The person wouldn’t do what he wanted. If he couldn’t get them to do it, the project would be in jeopardy and he might not get the bonus. In the past, he would acquiesce, write back an accepting email and let the project drift. He would not get the bonus or accolades. But with Her in his life, he knew what he had to do. He needed that bonus to provide to Her. His project would succeed and he would get the bonus and it would all go to Her for her needs. She gave his work purpose (he didn’t need all that much to live on so why go through that extra effort in the past?). He wrote back with backbone and explained why this had to be done and the consequences if it did not. He was channeling Her; what She would say to him. She made him better and in doing so was better for Her. At work meetings he became known for his alpha attitude but he and She both knew his attitude and actions were a beta – to serve Her as a natural inferior to Her superiority. There was no other way.
Second is my ass. My ass serves many functions for Her as my mouth. My ass is a source of amusement when She inserts my anal plug tail and I parade around for Her. My ass is a source of my humiliat... View moreSecond is my ass. My ass serves many functions for Her as my mouth. My ass is a source of amusement when She inserts my anal plug tail and I parade around for Her. My ass is a source of my humiliation by Her when She uses lipstick to write messages on it about what should be done with it or who owns it. My ass is a source of discipline when She spanks it. My ass is a source of pleasure for me when She inserts Her fingers or dildo in it. My ass is a source of income to Her as I wiggle it on the street to attract customers to use it. My ass is a tool for Her to use. My ass has purpose.
I have two holes to offer Her. She uses them as She pleases. First my mouth. My mouth produces pleasing talk for her at times ("Yes, Mistress;" "As You like, Mistress.") My mouth is a producer of ... View moreI have two holes to offer Her. She uses them as She pleases. First my mouth. My mouth produces pleasing talk for her at times ("Yes, Mistress;" "As You like, Mistress.") My mouth is a producer of pleasure for Her when my tongue meets Her flesh. My mouth is a source of amusement for Her when I eat my cum off the floor, mixed with her nectar, and more. My mouth is a source of discipline when I attempt to take Her dildo in it all the way; when the ball gag is inserted and strapped around my head. My mouth is a source of income for Her when I am out in the street sucking cocks. My mouth is a tool for her to use in these and other ways as she sees fit. My mouth has a purpose.
I have a masturbation problem. In the past it was just done for my pleasure. Now I realize that was purposeless. My problem remains but now it is focused on Her. I do it for Her. I do it to honor... View moreI have a masturbation problem. In the past it was just done for my pleasure. Now I realize that was purposeless. My problem remains but now it is focused on Her. I do it for Her. I do it to honor Her. I am restrained from doing it by Her. I pay the consequences when not done for Her. I contribute to society by tributing Her when I do it. I have purpose.<br forevermutated="true">
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