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Previously…

I walk over to you, lean down to your ear, and whisper gently, “Are you ready?”

…and it continues…

You nod your head once again. You hear something that sounds like a container being opened. Then you feel my fingers wrap around the based of your all ready fully erect cock. Something cool touches the tip, something that…moves on its own! You try and twist your hips out of the way. You feel the harsh sting of my hand as it strikes you across your face. “Do that again and I’ll use my stun gun on those balls of yours,” and you hear the ominous crackle of a stun gun being activated. You know that I will do it – happily. You immediately cease your straining against your bonds. “Good boy, now sit still, this will go more smoothly if you don’t struggle.”

I take the squirming item that is still between my thumb and fore finger and bring it to your piss hole. Placing its head into the opening, it starts to make its way in and up your urethra. You are horrified as to what you are being subjected to – what manner of creature have I placed up your cock? And as horrified and terrified as you are, I am just as elated. You feel the, what must be some sort of worm, wriggle and twist within you piss hole, moving steadily upward. Then another enters you, and another.

After what must be at least a dozen or so of these small, worm-like creatures are guided inside you, I pause – I tell you to breathe through it…to concentrate on the inner tickling sensations. These things, these worm types of bugs do not stop, nor slow their movement while they work their way in and up your warm, fleshy piss hole. They just continue to wriggle, squirm, and twist within your urethra. The sensation is oddly erogenous.

As you settle into this new experience, you begin to loose yourself to it. Your breathing becomes labored and quickens. Your body betrays you as your excitement escalates. A guttural moan erupts from your throat. The more they writhe inside you, the higher your levels of pleasure soar. I laugh out loud as I see how quickly you have come to accept and enjoy these new sensations. “Ah, I knew you would like my little surprise, but I must admit, I didn’t realize how much of a Maggot Faggot you would be!”

A look of horrific realization comes across your face as it seeps into your brain – there are maggots wriggling and writhing up your urethra – and you can’t get enough of this morbid pleasure. “Would you like more?” I ask you, and before you realize it, you hear yourself reply, “yes, oh yes…please Mistress, give me more!” Just the response I am looking for. I bring my face closer to yours and inform you “If you think this is intense, just wait until you experience the extraction process…”

Maggie

I’m in search of a mythical creature – an urban legend. The ladies here think my search is futile, that such a being does not, nor ever will, exist. I am still holding out hope though. Said creature would be a male homosapien that fall within these criteria:

Would possess the following:

• Backbone
• Balls
• Guts
• Brain (above the belt)
• Full sized cock

Will also need the ability to:

• Use previously stated cock
• Anticipate and satisfy a woman’s needs, desires
• Make own decisions
• Form a complete sentence
• Stand on own two feet

Other Requirements:

• Non-wuss
• Self-assured
• Knows what he wants and how to take it
• Can throw a woman against the wall and fuck her brains out ‘til her legs go numb and nearly passes out from the waves and waves of orgasmic pleasures that ripple throughout her body that result from the constant onslaught to her pussy (aw hell, if you can do this, then you qualify for the rest!!)

If, against all odds, you feel you fit these criteria (or at least the last one), please notify me at once. I will put you through a vigorous testing regiment, which I assure you, will be mutually satisfactory.

Maggie
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Every woman needs a pet. A slave who worships me and my every whim. Someone to amuse me when I’m bored and exists solely for my entertainment. A good slave is a accessory every woman should have, like a designer purse or diamonds. I can never have too many. I don’t need to hire a personal assistant I have YOU!

Your duties are posted for you daily. Each one of my slaves has assignments they must complete each day. For instance I have a kitchen bitch, a toilet bitch and a house bitch. All my slaves have cages lined up at the foot of my bed for them to sleep in.

One chosen slave is lucky enough to sleep in the cage next to my bed so I wont have to travel too far in the middle of the night to use the toilet.

Ava

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No, I’m not cheering you on.
No, I’m not tell you to taking a bath Froggie.
No, what I’m telling you to do is go stick a good ol’ Summer’s Eve Douche up your filthy asshole.

You say you want strap-on play from a hot chick such as myself but have you ever even learned to wipe properly? Obviously not!

Are you aware that you have dingleberries hanging from the matted asshair that covers your man pussy?! Your shit caked bunghole is not worthy of my strap-on, much less a stinky pinky! I highly suggest you not only douche, but you invest in some wet-wipes for your ass.  Oh yes, please do something about that horrific ass hair as well.

If you can’t manage that, pig ass,  I might have to give you an anal douche and rip the hair out your asshole myself! Then maybe you’ll get that 9 inch dong and my tits brushing against your back.

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Madame Hailey

Maybe it’s just me, but I’ve noticed a huge increase in the amount of LOSERS around lately. Hordes of pathetic men with flabby bitch tits, cocks that could fit through the eye of a sewing needle, and not to mention the closest thing they could get to a pussy is to look at themselves in the mirror.

It’s a crying shame.

Even sadder?  These LOSERS beg to worship me,  sniff my panties, lick my gorgeous feet, and shower me with accolades. You know what? I can do nothing but LAUGH in their faces. Nothing gets my pretty little cunt all wet and juicy than a LOSER begging to serve me.  Sad, little, LOSER submissives who think that they can automatically be my SLAVE! That’s a privilege LOSER, not a right.

You’ve got to earn your rank!. Come on LOSER! Call me and see if you’re worthy of earning your stripes! That is, if you know how to dial a phone, pussy boy!

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Oh look at this doesn’t it look so cute sitting before me wagging his little balls and little tail at me begging to get inside of me but i think i will just let him keep on begging maybe i should just get a collar and lease and lead it around like the pet it really is now what do you think ladies think i should do that to this little cock pet of mine.

Minnie