Domination Phonesex

Before experiencing for myself this little fun activity known as co-dominance, I had my questions and doubts about the process. As I am a true Dominant Queen I wondered how I could possibly share that with someone else, as the prefix “co” indicates. Then there was the night when Mistress Bianca and I found ourselves alone with a gross little piggy who needed to be taught. This particular piggy was almost too pitiful to even look at. Well, not even almost, he WAS too pitiful for me to cast my eyes upon so I didn’t. Like some others, this little pile of rotting lard knew exactly what he needed so when told to GET ON YOUR KNEES, BITCH, he understood perfectly and had no problem. I looked at Mistress Bianca and asked if she wanted to join. The smile that began to stretch across her gorgeous face gave me my answer. Now was time for the ropes. I got out my favorite purple ones and began to bind him. First arms to sides and around his little man titties so that they could be squeeeeezed, then his hands so that little piggy wouldn’t try anything. I brought out some coarser, rougher ropes for his legs and feet and got him so good that all it took was a big apple stuffed in his mouth and tied to make him look ready to roast. And so Mistress Bianca and I got to work. We decided to tease him up nice and good before anything serious happened, so I got out my favorite crop and gave Mistress Bianca my favorite paddle. We also decided a little electric stimulation might add to our fun so I pulled out my violet wand kit, handing Mistress Bianca the little magic pinwheel and I grabbed my favorite, the 5-pronged rake. I let Mistress Bianca go first, slapping piggy on his little behind until he whimpered. I joined in with my crop, made him turn over, and gave his disgusting piggy belly the crop treatment. Mistress Bianca and I both howled with laughter at seeing the bright red welts we had caused. Then it was time for some electro fun. I ran my rake across his spine onto his fatty pig butt, enjoying the sounds of his screams as I told him to shut the fuck up or else it will get worse (or better). I motioned for Mistress Bianca to cum help, and with each little shock our little piggy screamed and cried louder and louder. I slapped him across the face with my crop to show him who was in charge, as it seemed he was doubtful. Mistress Bianca pulled out of her bag (surprise!) her favorite black, thick, 10-inch dildo. I giggled since I knew what our unsuspecting little piggy, still completely bound and at this point face-down, would soon endure. Mistress Bianca gave me a wink as she inserted this big black cock into the ass of our little piggy. We took turns shoving it deep into his asshole, laughing at the sight of his tears. After about an hour, Mistress Bianca and I became bored. I took a look at little piggy’s wallet and he told me to take it all. Taking from little piggies is all that I want to do, whether it’s dignity or cash, so I took the 3 hundred-dollar bills and let little piggy run all the way home to cry to his little piggy wife. Mistress Bianca and I bought ourselves a nice bottle of dom and savored the destruction that we had just caused.
I know you are just a weak little piggy too. A dominant mistress is what you seek.

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Cock and Ball Torture

Standing in the middle of the room, anyone who walks in would probably laugh mercilessly at this little piggy. His wrists are tightly bound behind his back. He is wearing a chest harness. Clovers pinch the nipples of his lard-filled man breasts. Best of all, a remote shock collar is attached to one thigh. And guess who holds the remote?

Thin ropes envelop his cock. His balls are tied off. There is a metal chain that prevents him from moving his legs. I press the button. Barely still standing, the electric current makes him tremble from his ass cheek to his toes. Now it’s time to BEND OVER. I get more rope. I loop the rope around his chest harness, through the chain binding his legs, and down to his feet. I tie them tight. I can see that there will be bruises. He is now completely bent over, tears in his eyes because of the uncomfortable position paired with the knowledge that it is not over. He is now mine. Totally exposed. I could stick a fat dildo in him if I want, but I am not in the mood. Instead I take my trusty cattle prod to his anus. He screams. I never asked him to bend over. I made him.

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Foot Worship

My gorgeous little 5-and-a-half size feet are perhaps the primary reason I became interested in BDSM. In this community, I can freely speak about my foot fetish feelings and find those who are willing to worship and dote upon my favorite body part. Yes, I know, I am blessed with a modelesque face and the body of a petite princess, but my feet will always remain my personal favorite. I like my toes red most of all, but in the summer coral is also gorgeous. Sometimes I like to play it up and use a fun color like yellow or blue, but red is most representative of my true domina self and so I use it the most. The first time I had my toes sucked I understood what the phrase foot fetish was all about. So ticklish, so sensitive, a tongue on my toes is better than a tongue in my pussy, to be quite honest. I am a Supreme Queen Domina and I love to be worshipped. I love any type of body worship, but when you really wish to worship my feet, you are tapping into my innermost wishes. The thought of pathetic little piggies bowing down to kiss my feet gets me off, it’s as simple as that. From the perfect alignment of my toes to the beautiful high arch, my feet are the true Cinderella feet, unique, beautiful, PERFECT.
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Strap-on Training

I remember very clearly the first time that I used a strap-on to further establish my true and all-powerful dominance over a pathetic piece of shit known as Darren. Yeah, I’m referring to you, bitch. See, Darren wanted to play games. Mistress Francesca only likes games if she is the one rolling the dice. Poor (or lucky) Darren did not know this. He thought that it would be cute to disrespect Her Majesty so little Darren had to learn a lesson. He gave me the idea, actually, when he spoke of putting his 2-incher in Her Majesty’s ass. I could not help but laugh because I knew exactly what would soon happen. I already had a strapon that an ex had given me so I pulled it out of my bottomless drawer and decided to teach little Darren a little lesson. The strap-on was black, of course, 9 inches long, and 4 inches wide. Little Darren wouldn’t shit normally for a month afterwards. So I put it on and I fucked him hard. His little pathetic asshole couldn’t take it at first, but once it was loosened up I found it quite easy to get the whole thing in, making Darren cry and scream for me to stop. But of course I didn’t. Darren needed to be taught a lesson. So I fucked him for a good 45 minutes before I became bored of his incessant bawling and pulled out. Hahahahahaha and what did I see when I pulled out? That was what really made me laugh. His asshole was stretched so wide it looked like he had just performed a miracle and given birth anally. It was bloody and raw, just the way I like to see it. But Darren’s lesson was not quite over. After I pulled out and pulled Darren’s hair back so that I could look at his disgusting face, I shoved MY dick so far down his throat that he puked at the taste of his own shit a blood. Naturally, he was forced to lick up the mess he had made all over MY kitchen floor. Darren left bloody, bruised, and broken. Job well done. Are you prepared for the anal training and strap-on humiliation that I shall administer to you?
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