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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 love talking about my real life incest experiences with other incest lovers. I have had a number of incestuous relationships that include my son and step daughters. Have you experienced real life incest? Or is fantasizing and role-playing more your thing? I love dominating my son and force him to pleasure me. He has turned out to be quiet the lover. It is time I start training him for the next chapter of our relationship, Mommy wants to turn baby in to a cuckold little sissy who’s only job is to suck my boyfriends before my dates and get them hard…..sound like something you could handle?

Candy
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…. as Sexy does.  What women doesn’t enjoy being called sexy?  I know I do, but then again, I know I am ~sweet smile~.  There are many times that I am out and men will stare at me as I walk by.  Of course I pretend not to notice but I know what they are thinking and what they want to say, but they don’t have the balls to approach me in most cases.  And those that do, lets just say they are never up to par, or they give me a very lame line.  But here is your chance to be with someone like me, even if it is over the phone.  Give me a call and see how sexy I can be.

Lizabeth

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Do you all remember the scene from A Christmas Story where the little kid comes downstairs wearing the bunny outfit?  Me too!! I think I have found something even worse.  Oh yes.  Imagine you, on Christmas morning, your whole family is at your house, everyone is exchanging gifts.  Your wife comes up to you and hands you a gift and she whispers..it’s from your gran, she is so excited, she says she made it herself.  Then with a pat on the arm your wife walks away.  Now your first though is, How sweet, but less then a nano second later you feel fear creeping into your brain.  You decide to take the gift upstairs and open it so at least nobody can see what is in there.  You tear open the wrapping and open the box, and you almost start to cry.  At the same time you begin to weep uncontrollably you hear your gran’s sweet voice call upstairs…WHY DON’T YOU PUT THAT ON AND SHOW EVERYONE, IT TOOK ME ALMOST A YEAR TO MAKE IT! You feel the blood rush to your feet and wonder what is it that you did to your lovely gran that makes her hate you this much.  You look at the window and think about jumping out and just running away, but all reason steps in and stops you from doing so.  You sigh and pull out this wonderful work of art your gran made for you and talk yourself into how not bad it is, and what could it hurt.  You put on your new garment and make your way downstairs, as soon as you come off the landing of the steps everyone goes quiet because you are wearing THIS:

Willow

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You tell me you want something new, exciting, something…unique. I ponder this for awhile, and then a wicked little smile crosses my face. The idea came to me several weeks ago, but the timing hasn’t been right – until now. I believe you are finally ready. I tell you that I indeed have something in mind, but it will require you to trust me completely…to give yourself over to me utterly and without reserve. I ask you, “Can you do this? Can you submit to me without question?” You nod silently. This pleases me to no end.

I tell you to strip and lay on the bed spread eagle. You do so eagerly. I proceed to tie one wrist to the one bed post, and then the other. I look at you, smile, and gently brush your hair from your forehead. If only you knew what I had in store for you. I then tie your ankles to the other posts and check my knots to make sure they are secure. I bring out the blindfold and proceed to cover your eyes. It’s best if you don’t see what I bring into the room.

I bring my lips to your ear and whisper softly, “I’ll be back in a few – have to run to the store to get your special surprise.” Your pulse quickens…I ask you if you trust me. You pause for a moment then a soft “yes” escapes your lips. I assure you that I will not be long and I am not abandoning you.

With that I leave. I need you to stew in the anticipation…to allow both your arousal and anxiety levels to grow… for your will to diminish and be replaced by mine. I need you to surrender to me completely – without hesitation and restriction. Yes, not only will I have you submit to my wishes, but beg me to do so…

You are not sure how long I am gone for, but it seems like an eternity. You thought you heard the front door, but no one came into the bedroom. Then five minutes later, you hear me enter the room. I walk over to you, lean down to your ear, and whisper gently, “Are you ready?”

Maggie

I was cleaning my son’s room when I noticed something sticking out from under his bed. My son is a typical14 yr old boy hiding his stash of porn magazines from his Mommy. I was wanted to see what kind of woman my son was jerking his little cock to.

I sat on his bed expecting to see the typical young girls of Playboy and Penthouse but was surprised to find page after page of MILFS. Every magazine had a hot mommy over 40 on the cover.

How long had I been the subject of my boys’ wet dreams? After my little porn stash discovery I began to tease and torment my son by wearing short skirts and see through negligees.

Soon after I started flashing my son I noticed he started to bring home his friends and my house became the new hang out after school. On the days that he had friends over I would always take a shower and leave the bathroom door cracked, knowing they were all watching I always made sure to put on a good show.

Candy
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For those of you with a sweet tooth, I have something extra special for you! Of course you will have to work for it, but it will be well worth it. And I’ll even add my “special” ingredient *wink*. Now come closer….closer…..that’s it, right between my legs. There, now bring that tongue of yours right to my pussy and get to work if you want to satisfy that sweet tooth of yours.

Bon appetite!

Maggie

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Holy Christ!  This picture makes me want to go out and get blistered myself!  THIS is not a deterrent in the least!  *shudder*

Now onto what this blog is really about, Forced Intoxication and wallet raping.  Two of my favorite all time things.  How does it work? It works like this….YOU get your drinks of choice, you grab your credit card, you call me and I lead you though a wonderful night of getting shit faced while you pay me more and more.  And don’t forget the games, so many drinking games we can play, all with the intention of taking every last penny from your loser wallet.  Sounds glorious doesn’t it?  It does to me.  I mean after all, I am hot, if you pay me enough I just may lead you on an incredible phone sex fantasy adventure, that is if you can get it up lol.  If not, then oh well, at least you tried.

Willow

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I am coming for you.  You thought you could run away, you thought you could hide.  There is no hiding from me.  Didn’t you think I would notice you not being in your cage little man? You were wrong, dead wrong.  Now you have made me mad and I have to recapture you, at all costs.  As soon as I find you and scoop you up you will know what it’s like to be devoured, it’s a shame, I actually enjoyed you as my play thing.  Oh well, there will be others. *chuckles*

Liz

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In the mood for something a little more… obscure? Have a taste for the darker side of things? Lovely, simply lovely, a possible playmate for me…

… Imagine yourself walking down a darkened path. You hear an eerie yet hypnotic voice whispering from the darkness. You are strangely drawn to it. You don’t know why, but you must find the source of the whispers that fill your mind, pushing all else out. Inside your chest your heart is pounding faster and harder, begging to be released from its prison within. The need to find the source of your taunts rises to a frantic level.

Just then a clearing opens up to you. Lit by the full moon above you see me in all my glory. My voluptuous form peering through a gauzy coverlet. The sight would have been something out of an erotic dream, if it weren’t for the fact that there were horns curving away from my temples, or the slow swaying of a tail peaking out from the flimsy cloth draping. I call you to me.

Every fiber of your body tells you to turn and run… the voice inside your head screaming for you to get away… you ignore the warnings that are pummeling every one of you senses, and step forward instead, being pulled by some invisible force that won’t let you go, that you can’t fight, that you don’t want to fight. You stop trying to resist – you want me, need me, need to be consumed by me… and I will not disappoint…

Travel the darker side with me….

I will not disappoint…

Maggie
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I know there are going to be a lot of parties this weekend, after all it is a Holiday weekend, and that’s what we do on Holiday’s, we party.  But please keep in mind why we even have this long weekend.  We need to remember the service men and women who gave their all just for us.  They didn’t do it for any other reason then us.  There is a reason not everyone goes into the Military, those special few who choose to go into this line of work are called.   There is a deep desire within them to protect and serve their country, they go to places you and I would never be able to survive one single hour let alone day, and they go willingly.  So if you are in the Military and are reading this, or if you have had someone in your family who was or is a vet please know that deep in my heart I thank them, and thank you for everything you have done to keep me safe.

Lizabeth

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Would you buy this for your woman? If you would I have to say, she might want to go to the doctor and get her shit checked, because not even a hooker’s cunt should smell bad enough that you need a special shampoo just for her lady bits.  Unless of course you are into Mint and all things Mint smelling gets your cock hard.  Then have her shampoo away! You could dress her up like a lamb and squirt your Mint Jelly all over her.  You know you just raised your eyebrow and sat back and though…Now there is an idea! lol

Willow

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Yes, that’s right all you sissies, part of your training will be learning how to use that sweet sissy hole of yours. How to spread your legs adorned in luscious hosiery; how to keep that sissy twat area clean shaven and smooth; how to open your sissy hole to any and all who want to fill it; how to squeal like the sissy slut that you yearn to be. Yes, there will be plenty of training that you will have to endure. You may be reluctant at first, embarrassed to acknowledge your true calling, but in the end, you will embrace the sissy slut that resides within you, and thank me for releasing her.

Maggie

THIS is THE worst song ever!  And they play it constantly.  Who on earth would admit to wanting to be called Mr. Flintstone.  I mean look at him!  Now seriously would YOU fuck that? Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeell NO!  I don’t care if he were the last cartoon on earth. LOL If you want to fuck something way better then fred up there, give me a call.

Willow

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Pretty In Pink

I admit it I am a Southern Belle to the core.  I like to get my nails done, a pedicure, I take care of my body, and I love pretty lingerie.  The more femme the better. However, I am not high maintenance, I have the right attitude, and I know how to treat a man right.  Both with my actions and my body.  If you are looking for something a bit more upscale for your phone sex experience then give me a call.  I’ll be waiting.

Love,

Liz

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