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This fantasy is inspired by Ms Alexandria and several of the recent comments on Phone Sex Masturbation. Thanks to them for serving as my muse. ~smiles~
Now settle back, take my hand, and follow me to the beginning of our story. Then be sure to leave a comment on my blog Mistress Phone Sex Chat. I would love to hear what you think of my erotic audio.
Today’s the Big Game!
You are the quarterback for a Division 1 team, and you are hours away from stepping out onto the field for the final game of your college career. Though Coach keeps the rest of the team on lock down before a game, he makes an exception with you. Over the years, he’s learned that you flourish and do your best when you are allowed time to wander off on your own, to center your energy before the game.
He trusts you to be where you need to be when you need to be there. You’ve earned that trust by never letting him down, and by giving your all on the field.
Your Pre-Game Ritual
Seven days prior to a game, you go into self imposed chastity. Your coaches have long preached the virtues of abstaining, and you’ve found it to be an effective tool. Though secretly, you have looked at some sites on the internet that made you yearn to have someone take control of your chastity. As thoughts of surrendering to a beautiful dominant woman start to creep into your mind, you savagely push them away, as you simultaneously push open the door of a building.
For the last couple of years, you’ve been utilizing the services of a massage therapist before games. You’ve found that it really helps you shake off the pre-game jitters, and you are eagerly anticipating the powerful hands of the man who excels at working out all the knots of tension in your shoulders. At first you were somewhat reserved about it, but then you came to view him as nothing more than another trainer.
After being shown into the massage room by the receptionist, you slip out of your clothes, and sink face first down onto the table. You close your eyes and exhale, waiting patiently for the session to begin.
The Door Opens and the Touch You Feel is Not What You Expected
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Instead of the capable, no-nonsense pressure that you’ve grown accustomed to, you feel a feather touch slide over your spine. Startled, you lift off the table, and see not the bulky male masseur that you are accustomed to, but rather an incredibly sexy MILF in a cheerleader uniform.
You twist your body so that you are laying on your side, and as your mouth starts to open, the index finger of my right hand slides over your lips, closing them, and my left hand strips the sheet away from you, exposing your athletic body.
“Shhhhhhhhhhhh. No words. Coach sent me to relax you,” I say as my finger slides down your body and begins to toy with your glans.
Wordlessly, you feel your cock stiffen at my touch. As if it had a mind of it’s own, your pelvis tilts toward me as your eyes drink my lush curves.
Eyes locked on yours, a smile graces my face. ”You do want to relax, don’t you?”
Confusion clouds your features. ”But…but…Coach has never….” Your voice trails off as my fingertip finds an agonizingly delicious place on the back side of your cock head. Your head falls back, eyes closing, a look of rapture on your face. I am such a prick tease!
My lips brush against your ear. ”I know. But this is a new training regimen. And if you don’t want to disappoint Coach, you’ll do exactly what I say. That isn’t going to be a problem, is it?”
A shudder runs through your body as my finger continues to torment you. A low moan rumbles out of the back of your throat as you shake your head.
A half smile flits over my lips as I pick up my pom poms, and let them graze over your nude form. ”I rather thought it wouldn’t be. Now then, lay back, enjoy, open your mind, and we’ll begin your training.”
With your heart hammering out a rapid beat, you shiver under the light caresses of the pom poms, and you surrender……TO BE CONTINUED
Hugs,
Mistress Claire
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I’m all for preparing for big things in life by getting a massage, PB. I’m all for it when it comes to the little things as well. ~winks~
The story will simmer for a bit while I decide what is going to happen. But when I do, this is where you’ll find it, so keep reading Ms. Alexandria’s magnificent blog.
Ms Claire, even I can’t wait for the end to this story! And you are going to keep all of us waiting with anticipation over the ending you are simmering over aren’t you? I am so honoured that you are going to put the ending on my blog, and I know the guys are all looking forward to the ending just as much as I am!
I am indeed going to keep you all waiting. ~winks~
I could tell a fib and say that it is 100% due to sadistic tendencies, but the truth is that I really don’t know what is going to happen to him yet.
Well Ms Claire, Matty certainly came up with a real twist to the story! Perhaps he and his grandfather will get a discount and both get sex changes….~wicked laugh~
Blue Shield is not going to help so there will be no discounts for my grandfather. We tried having a garage sale to make some extra money but Grandpa got very agitated and violent when we tried to sell some of Grandmas clothes. He threatened to lay down some hurt on these two ladies from the bridge club if they bought Grandmas pantyhose. But there is good news. As I mentioned to Ms. Claire, we are holding back sales at all the local schools and churches to raise the remaining funds. And we just got a great bit of news. We found a veterinarian in Honduras that will cut us a deal on the sexy change operation if we mule back some drugs in my grandfathers prostetic leg.
“back” should be “bake” sorry about that
Bake? What are we baking Matty? Frozen jizz pies? I am lost on that one sweetie, you will need to explain that one to me Hugs Ms Alex
The line was supposed to read before I messed it up with my typos “we are holding bake sales at all the local schools and churches to raise the remaining funds.” Sorry about that. You know what my favorite parts of your responses are? At the end you always write Hugs Ms. Alex. I do so love the thought of that
Ok, now I get it Matty and thank you for clarifying that for me. I am so delighted that you like the end of my response where I give you hugs…..so, with that in mind, Hugs Ms Alex to you once again.!
Gee Matty, I cannot imagine Blue Cross Blue Shield not wanting to help with Grandpa’s sex change operation! *puzzled look* Well, can you blame poor Grandpa for getting agitated about selling Grandma’s clothes and pantyhose. Think about it Matty, Grandpa is wearing Grandma’s clothes and pantyhose, so don’t even think about selling her shoes, he will really get agitated then! That is very nice of the local schools and churches to help with fundraising. OMG, now you are thinking of having a veterinarian in Honduras do the sex change operation? Oh my, I would not be a mule using grandpa’s prosthetic leg…….no, no, no! Stop all communication with that mad man! Hugs Ms Alex
Ms Alexandria, one never knows what will happen when one dabbles in the dark, shadowy land of cheap surgeons.
Speaking of which, have you seen my copy of Surgery For Dummies?
I know I’ll look smashing in scrubs, and I can’t WAIT to get my hands on a scaple!
You know Ms Claire, between you and I…I think that is a brilliant idea! Get your book, Surgery for Dummies, I have plenty of spare scrubs and I have access to lots of scalpels too. We could just jump in and help Matty and his grandfather out here and do the sex change surgery ourselves. Talk about a wild medical fantasy! No more garage sales, or bakes sales….Ms Claire and Ms Alexandria to the rescue. How fun!
~nods~ That’s what I’m talking about, and I was pretty sure that you could cover both the scrubs and the scapels.
All we need now is a couple of ball gags, and we’re good to go.
Well I heard that you have quite an arsenal of ball gags Ms Claire, dick shaped ones in all sizes too, so yes, we are for sure good to go! Oh how fun this is going to be!
I can’t get my last post to show up? I know I have gone way overboard on my posting and have reached my posting limit. Am I on a “posting count?” Should I wear those dick shaped ball gags on my hands to keep from posting? I am usually a very quiet person but I have a feeling I would not be myself around Ms. Alexandria. I think I would be all excited and talking up a storm. I might need one of those dick shaped ball gags
Which post won’t show up Matty? No, you have not gone overboard in your posting or reached your posting limit, and you are not on a posting count…giggles! No dick gags for you Matty, in your mouth or hands, you are far to funny and entertaining and I am not going to have you get quite……keep talking and posting Matty. If you want a dick gag just to have, I am sure I can get you on from Ms Claire’s collection……Hugs Ms Alex
Oh, I assure you that getting them to quiet down will *not* be an issue.
I know you have an arsenal of tricks up your sleeve to keep those boyz quite Ms Claire! Can I watch?
I really love the audio that goes with this Ms. Alexandria. You have a voice that can melt any snowman. I have to say the thought of spending an afternoon indoors with you sipping hot chocolate and stoking my cock to your guided masturbation would be incredible. You tell me to stroke as you lift your skirt up just a bit more. You take your finger and slide in under your skirt, your finger disappearing inside you.
I can feel myself getting close to orgasm. You tell me to stop. You love teasing and edging me. You love the anguish in my face knowing I want to cum more than anything and you won’t allow me to. You control me in so many ways. You remove your finger and dip it in my hot chocolate, using it to stir like it was a spoon. You let me lick your finger clean but tell me I have to do something for you. You make me go outside and make a snow angel. You tell me that you don’t want me to catch cold so you throw me scarf. Then you say that you are kidding that would be mean to send me out with just a scarf. So you throw me earmuffs also…and I hear that sultry sexy laugh. I quickly run outside, I look and don’t see you at the window. So I quickly grab the ax from the woodshed, run to the scarecrow in the yard and chop it down. Then I use the scarecrow to make a snow angel, and run back inside.
But you are way to wise for that. You beckon me over with your finger. And as I am standing in front of you, you slap my cock with your hand. The cold has made the slap 5 times worse that it would have been. And again I hear that sultry, sexy laugh. You tell me I better get out there and make a snow angel, this time in reverse. You watch from the window as I lay down face first in the snow and make you a snow angel. I come running back in, my cock is so cold now it hurts. And now you want to see my stroke my cock. As much as it is uncomfortable and hurts, I keep stroking for my Mistress. You just watch and sip your hot chocolate, pleasantly amused.
You order me to stop and you ask if I would like to warm my balls up. I quickly nod yes. And then you have me place my balls in my own cup of hot chocolate. The pain of going from extreme cold to hot is new to me. You then make sure I drink the rest of my hot chocolate because you have more in store for me today. You ask me if I remember the large snowman you had me build the other day. I gulp and say that I do remember it. You tell me that you carved out a hole in the rear end and that after I was done with my hot chocolate you were going to send me out there to get some snowman booty.
Yes Matty, I had a feeling you would love being all warm and cozy inside sipping hot chocolate and stroking to my masturbation commands…..not to mention keeping a close eye on me as I slip my hand under my skirt and make my fingers disappear. You don’t miss a trick do you Matty? Between watching me fondle myself and teasing you, and all the edging I am making you do, I am surprised you have lasted this long. But, I am very good at controlling my sweet little supplicants, and knowing when to back off right before you go over the edge. So, does your hot chocolate taste yummy now that I have stirred it with the finger I was using to masturbate with? You do such a nice job of licking it clean too….get every last drop now sweet Matty, cuz now it’s time for you to go out and have fun in the snow and make a snow angel for me! Yep, off you go all bundled in your scarf and earmuffs thinking you can fool me……wicked laugh, wicked mind, I know what you did!
You tried to fool Mistress Alexandria and all you got was more punishment. A frozen cock that got slapped mercilessly, and then I made you stoke until it hurt! You even got your balls dipped in the hot chocolate…..you do have a great imagination Matty! But the ending, OMG…..snowman booty!! Yep, you did it again Matty! Roaring with laughter…..How is that snow man booty btw? Hugs Ms Alex
I am having a lot of fun in the snow thanks to you. How is snowman booty you ask? It’s fantastic! Normally I can only last 60-70 seconds with a woman, but with snowman booty, the cold helps me last a whole lot longer. You know that saying? “Once you go black you never go back.” We have a similar saying for snowman booty. “Once you bang ice, nothing ever feels as nice.”
A lot of my girlfriends, in fact all of them, would prefer me to bang some snowman booty instead of their booty’s. But that is not the only thing snowmen are good for as you have pointed out Ms. Alexandria. I had no idea why you had me outside with that chainsaw doing those ice sculptures earlier this winter. But I should always know with you Ms. Alexandria that there is a reason. You have a cunning mind to go along with you devastating looks, an amazing combination.
So having me practice making the perfect ice sculpted cock was brilliant on your part. It was then so much to that nine-inch ice sculptured cock to the now anatomically correct snowman. I remember going inside to warm up and you letting me have some more hot chocolate. Again you dressed me up in my scarf and earmuffs, but you had one more item for me, kneepads. You think of everything Ms. Alexandria. I can just imagine you watching me from the window as I go down on the snowman. And you were right Ms. Alexandria, the cold acts as a numbing agent on my gag reflex.
I just wished you would have mentioned one additional thing. That when it gets cold enough things like my tongue might freeze to the snowman cock. I do know this was all part of your plan, because now you can call that hot fireman you have been salivating over to come rescue your pathetic sub. Only thing I would ask of you is can you have him rescue me before he goes inside to spend the rest of the evening with you?
Rolling on the floor laughing..”Once you bang ice, nothing ever feels as nice” OMG Matty, I will never forget that saying, and when I look at a snowman now I will have an entirely different perspective on ole Frosty especially after reading about the “anatomically correct snowman” You have certainly thought of every angle to fun in the snow! Now I can just picture you out there creating 9 in cock ice sculptures with a chainsaw. How comical would that be! All for the sake of having an anatomically correct snow man for you to practice your cock sucking skills on. Outside in the cold dressed in your scarf and earmuffs, and kneeling on the knee pads as I sip on my hot chocolate and watch you from the window. What a good little Matty you are! And how quickly you catch on to my cunning ways of using this technique to numb your throat! But you didn’t listen, I told you to spray the ice cock first with some olive oil to keep your tongue from sticking to the ice, but you must not have heard that part as you were so eager to get your lips wrapped around that 9 inch cock. Well, even though it wasn’t part of my plan, it happened! Now I have no choice but to call the hot fire fighter from down the street to come rescue my pathetic little sub Matty. Unfortunately, just seeing me at the door explaining this debauchery to him, well you know how sexy I looked today, he got very excited and well you know what happened. We headed for the playroom for some fun and forgot all about my poor little pathetic sub Matty out there in the cold with his tongue stuck to a 9 inch ice cock. And then the unthinkable happened…..my lovely Tranny friend Kristin walked by and saw you on your knees with your tongue stuck to the 9 inch ice cock. Now what do you think she did? Hugs Ms Alex
Thank you for calling that hot fireman from down the street to help me with my preDICKament. Only problem is I noticed he went into your place 40 minutes ago and I am still stuck to the 9-inch frosty cock. Luckily your Tranny friend Kristin noticed me. She is a striking woman, looks like she might have played linebacker in the NFL. I tried to tell her what happened, but with a Frosty’s 9-inch cock stuck to your tongue I sound like I have just come from the dentist and then roofied at a frat party just for good measure. Kristin looks around like she is on candid camera or something. I can’t understand why she just doesn’t help me. My situation is obvious. I think she thought she was on Candid Camera or something. After realizing she has just walked into the best of all possible situations it is hard for her to resist a naked man on his knees bent over, and unable to move because his tongue is frozen to an anatomically correct Frosty the snowman. It was like winning the lotto. And just as Kristin was begging to remove her panties she noticed the bottle of Olive Oil you had left out there for me. The Olive Oil I was supposed to put on Frosty’s cock to keep my tongue from freezing to it. Kristin saw it and decided to put it to good use. She basted my ass with Olive Oil like I was the surf and turf at Red Lobster. How do I ever get myself into these preDICKaments Ms. Alexandria?
And here is the 3rd one that I rescued from the spam nazi, now they are all up dear Matty. Never fear, Ms Alexandria is here to rescue you and your posts, Hugs Ms Alex
I want to thank you for calling that hot fireman from down the street to help me with my preDICKament. Only problem is I noticed he went into your place 40 minutes ago and I am still stuck to the 9-inch frosty cock. Luckily your Tranny friend Kristin noticed me. She is a striking woman, looks like she might have played linebacker in the NFL. I tried to tell her what happened, but with a Frosty’s 9-inch cock stuck to your tongue I sound like I have just come from the dentist and then roofied at a frat party just for good measure. Kristin looks around like she is on candid camera or something. I can’t understand why she just doesn’t help me. My situation is obvious. I think she thought she was on Candid Camera or something. After realizing she has just walked into the best of all possible situations it is hard for her to resist a naked man on his knees bent over, and unable to move because his tongue is frozen to an anatomically correct Frosty the snowman. It was like winning the lotto. And just as Kristin was begging to remove her panties she noticed the bottle of Olive Oil you had left out there for me. The Olive Oil I was supposed to put on Frosty’s cock to keep my tongue from freezing to it. Kristin saw it and decided to put it to good use. She basted my ass with Olive Oil like I was the surf and turf at Red Lobster. How do I ever get myself into these preDICKaments Ms. Alexandria?
I found this one in the spam filter too Matty and pulled it out too……Hugs Ms Alex
Rescues from the spam nazi!
I just got back from cooking class and saw my posts showed up. OMG Ms. Alexandria I am sorry that my responses are now being treated as spam. Normally only my immidiate family members do this. I am sorry about that. You can delete 2/3 because they are the same post except for the first sentence that I tried to change just a little bit of so that it would not be treated as spam. Yes Ms. Alexandria, even your spam filter is smarter than I am. I know now to never try to fool you or your spam filter. I will go ahead and turn myself quietly and do “hard time” in the Ms. Claire correctional facility.
No worries Matty, I found them and let them post. I don’t think the spam filter is smart as all as they got rid of your precious comments. So how was cooking class? I will give you a reprieve, unless you want to go to Ms Claire’s correctional facility, and in that case I will give you a ride over there this afternoon and you can do some “hard time”. But I will make sure you get your laptop so that you can continue to keep me laughing and entertained. Hugs Ms Alex
Thank you for all the wonderful comments Ms. Alexandria. I already felt like I did some “hard time” with your friend Kristin. My cooking class is going great. I am taking some Indian cooking classes at the moment because a good sub should be able to make many dishes for his Mistress. Cooking is one of my favorite things. I often bake cookies and send them to my Mistress.
You want to hear a true but crazy story about when I took my first cooking class in high school? So a few of us guys thought we would take the class cause it was a great way to meet women. I took it also because I loved to cook. And there were some cheerleaders (none as sexy as Ms. Claire in her Dallas Cowboys cheerleading outfit) and a lot of really beautiful girls in the class. It would (wood, no pun intended)been a great idea if we were not so distracted by all the sexy girls, and as a high school softmore there was more wood in that class room than just the wooden stirring utensils.
So being male high school softmores we didn’t think things through, and all ended up sitting at the same table which ended up being the seating chart for the semester. So when we wanted to flirt with the girls we had to do so when we went to get ingredients for our dishes. The ingredients were all in the front of the room on a table, and we were sitted in the very back table. At times it was very distracting, short skirts, cheer leading outfits, and we would forget what ingredients we went to get.
I remember all to well the day we made apple pie. I was looking forward to this for a while. Who doesn’t love apple pie? So we had this one guy go up for some ingredients. We had issues with him before getting a teaspoon of baking powder when he was supposed to get a teaspoon of baking soda. We should have learnt our lesson there. He wasn unable to deal with Jana in her short skirt and flip flops that day. And we, as very horny and completely distracted guys should have noticed this. We did not see the signs, and for that I will always blame myself on Apple Pie Day (APD for short)
He came back with what we thought was a cup of sugar. We to were under Jana’s spell and never thought to question him on his return. We mixed the nutmeg, cinnamon, dash salt, and what we thought was sugar. The class was the final period before lunch so dishes could often cook in the oven and you could return after or during lunch.
After salivating the whole lunch period while our pie was in the oven we returned to eat our pie. Tasted horrible. It was like somebody strapped our pie to the back of a humpback whale for 786 days, what we thought was sugar was salt. I will never forget what happened on APD.
Matty you are such an amazing little sub and I know your Mistress is very proud of you! How lucky she is that you bake and send her cookies. Do you use any special ingredients in your cookies Matty? Oh I can imagine there was more than just wooden utensils in a cooking class filled with beautiful girls and cheerleaders. I can see why you would want to be a part of that class! But you see what happens when you fall under the spell of a beautiful woman Matty, you all end up with “salt peter”. What a delightful story of APD Matty and thank you for once again making me laugh and putting a big smile on my face!
Much thanks to you for calling that hot fireman from down the street to help me with my preDICKament. Only problem is I noticed he went into your place 40 minutes ago and I am still stuck to the 9-inch frosty cock. Luckily your Tranny friend Kristin noticed me. She is a striking woman, looks like she might have played linebacker in the NFL. I tried to tell her what happened, but with a Frosty’s 9-inch cock stuck to your tongue I sound like I have just come from the dentist and then roofied at a frat party just for good measure. Kristin looks around like she is on candid camera or something. I can’t understand why she just doesn’t help me. My situation is obvious. I think she thought she was on Candid Camera or something. After realizing she has just walked into the best of all possible situations it is hard for her to resist a naked man on his knees bent over, and unable to move because his tongue is frozen to an anatomically correct Frosty the snowman. It was like winning the lotto. And just as Kristin was begging to remove her panties she noticed the bottle of Olive Oil you had left out there for me. The Olive Oil I was supposed to put on Frosty’s cock to keep my tongue from freezing to it. Kristin saw it and decided to put it to good use. She basted my ass with Olive Oil like I was the surf and turf at Red Lobster. How do I ever get myself into these preDICKaments Ms. Alexandria?
I found this one in the spam and fetched it out Matty…..Hugs Ms Alex
You are in a Pre-Dick-a-Ment alright Matty! OMG you think Kristin looks like she might have played in the NFL? She is hot and sexy! And obviously Matty you found out that she is well hung too if she basted your ass with the Olive Oil. So how did you feel after she was done with you Matty? You talk about being roofied at a frat party, I bet you really have something to talk about after being with Kristin! You’re probably walking a little funny too. Is that 9 in dildo still stuck to your tongue or did it finally unfreeze and fall off with all the hot air you were blowing while Kristin was surfing in your ass? Hugs Ms Alex
I am so sorry Ms. Alexandria, I meant in stature she looks like she might have played in the NFL. She is very pretty indeed and you have done wonders with her hair and makeup, the Maybelline superstay 24tm color was a nice touch I was really sore afterwards Ms. Alexandria. I felt like I had just ridden from Nova Scotia to Santiago Chile on a donkey camel hybrid. I was able to get away because Kristin was getting a little cold and decided to run to Starbucks.
Luckily the neighbors dog Benji had just been in Starbucks parking lot sipping unfinished Venti Cafe Americanos, and came by at just the right time. And fortunately Benji had just finished meeting up with that french poodle Emaunelle so the only agenda he had going was a full bladder. Once I was free of the 9 inch snowman cock I quickly started up the Craftsman 36026 and weild the chainsaw around like I was leather face from the Texas Chainsaw Massacre and chop off frosty’s 9 inch cock and use it to ice down my rather sore ass after Kristin and her Trojan Magnum XL had gone to town just a bit earlier.
I have no idea how in the world I have gotten to this point, but it was all because you had me and my cock ring go into the kitchen to make you some hot chocolate between giving you footrubs.
Yes Matty, she is very pretty but because you referred her stature to that of an NFL player, she decided to ride you hard and leave you wet, sticky and out in the cold once again. Poor Matty! Yes it was cold outside and she needed coffee as I was inside where it was warm with my hunk, the firefighter. However I don’t think she anticipated you getting a hold of a chainsaw and cutting off Frosty’s 9 in cock. However the vision of you icing down your rather sore ass delights me and makes me giggle. Yes Matty, who knew that fun in the snow would turn out like this just because I sent you out to play in the snow and make some hot chocolate? Go figure! Hugs Ms Alexandria
Oh I can tell this is going to be good. i can’t wait to read the rest of this story. Cheerleaders are always fun! I have a feeling this specific cheerleader is going to make sure the quarterback is nice and relaxed for the game. I am sure all of his sexual thoughts will be gone by the time the massage is over.
Yes, this is a fantastic story, and knowing Ms Claire, the ending is going to be extraordinarily erotic and explosive. I think you are quite right in your assumption of that cheerleader fscguy, she is going to really relax him for the Big Game. But I have a feeling that there will be some unusual twists and turns in the ending of the story, something that we did not see coming…pun intended. Did you listen to Ms Claire’s sexy voice as she narrated the story? I think you should go over to her blog Mistress Phone Sex Chat and see if you can’t pry some details out of her!
I’m glad that you are enjoying it thus far, fscguy. I’m not yet sure what is in store for our valiant hero, but I think it is safe to say that his world will be rocked. ~winks~
We all love your story…..we want more….we want more!! I want all the boyz to beg you until you finish the story Ms Claire!
What a wonderful fantasy Ms Clair I could almost feel that first touch and imagine the subsequent teasing. And I love the pom pom massage…mmmm almost like hair, and I love hair:)
How nice of Ms Alexandria to post this!
Her story is so hot and sexy isn’t it Cindy! Anything to do with massage and hair is super erotic and sexy! Did you remember to run over to Ms Claire’s blog and tell her thank you for this wonderful story…and give her some or your wonderful body worship while you are visiting her? Hugs Ms Alex
It is an evocative image, isn’t it, Cindy? You can almost feel all those little strands tickling over your flesh.
Speaking of things Ms Alexandria has posted, do you like snow?
I somehow don’t think you’ll read her latest escapade and ever again look at snow angels the same way.
I think Cindy is just smitten with your hair and pom-poms today Ms Claire, and rightfully so. Sexy and erotic is much more appealing to Cindy as she is sweet and sensuous and doesn’t like her clitty stuck in the snow. Oh, she isn’t much into CBT either, so I am really happy she found your sexy blog today.
Hahaha….Ms Alexandria…what are you doing lurking on other blogs:) I love it!
Well I have to keep up with Ms Claire and what is going on in her Correctional Facility as it works hand in hand with the Penis Penitentiary…..ahem, where we have you detained at the moment. ~giggle~
“hand in hand”
Hmmmm.
I’m not sure that any of our detainee’s could handle the punishment of having both mine and Ms Ivy’s hand on their cocks.
Ms Claire you make a very valid point indeed. Having your hand and Ms Ivy’s hand on their cocks would make it very difficult for a detainee to endure that type of punishment. But then I have to play devils advocate here, would having your hand and Ms Ivy’s hand on their cock really be punishment?
You *do* raise a good point, Ms Alex. (as well as a lot of cocks)
But what if Ms Ivy and myself had on vampire gloves?
That might be a fun game. Give them the touch that they long for, but make it a painful one. ~grins~
Oh Ms Claire, the use of Vampire Gloves is wicked and deliciously devious! I used my Vampire Glove in a strap-on session not to long ago, and oh how delightful it was! Your thoughts of giving them the “touch they long for”, and they certainly do, in a painful manner delights me. I think great minds think alike and you ladies should get together for some “reach out and touch” time with the little stroking deviants!
Ms Alexandria…this sounds like the way we should prepare for every big moment in our life. I can’t wait to hear the next part of the story
What a great point PB, I think you are spot on with that comment! For every big moment in life, there should be preparation……I can’t wait to hear the next part either. Let’s go over to Ms Claire’s blog and bug her so she will let us have the ending to her wonderfully seductive, erotic story. Hugs Ms Alex