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By Princess Heather, on October 23rd, 2009%
“Did your cock get nice and hard while you were fucking me? Fucking me with your mouth, that is… because, of course, I would never allow your fucking pathetic little filthy penis to enter my perfect Goddess body. But did it get you excited?” she teased, as she began to untie his bondage ropes.
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By Princess Heather, on October 14th, 2009%
She walked over to him, bent down behind him and leaned in close to his ear. “Do you see what I have here for you, slut?” she asked.
“Yes, Mistress,” he answered.
“Are you excited by what I have brought for you, bitch?” she asked.
“Yes, Mistress,” he answered.
“Good. Now, put your fucking . . . → Read More: Femdom Mistress binds humiliation slut
By Princess Heather, on October 8th, 2009%
She ran her hand up his back, caressing his ass and his hips on the way up to his tailbone. “Now… tell me how much you want to fuck me,” she demanded.
He could feel his heart jump into his throat. He swallowed hard, and then answered, “I want to fuck you a lot!”
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By Princess Heather, on October 2nd, 2009%
He walked into the huge living room of the house and took a quick glance around him to see what might be coming for him. A huge fireplace covered one wall, and the large hearth in front of it was covered with overstuffed pillows. The smooth grey leather couch looked comfortable and inviting, but . . . → Read More: Femdom Mistress shows humiliation slut what he’s in for
By Princess Heather, on June 29th, 2009%
Still lying there with the ball gag firmly stuffed in his mouth, he squinted his eyes to see what the contact name was she had in his phone. When he saw who it was that she had pulled up, he knew immediately that she must know that he had a fiance, and that this . . . → Read More:
By Princess Heather, on June 28th, 2009%
She looked at him as he lie there, totally spent, completely pathetic and nothing but a slobbering, slothful mess. She asked him if he had learned his lesson for humiliating her all of those years ago, and he nodded yes. She asked him if he was sorry that he was such a dick to . . . → Read More:
By Princess Heather, on June 27th, 2009%
As he began to think about what she said for a moment and let it sink in, he calmed down and stopped struggling. He tried to catch his breath while she stood there and watched her handiwork. Yes, this was all turning out as good as she had planned for it to… in fact, in many . . . → Read More:
By Princess Heather, on June 26th, 2009%
“You think that your tears make me feel bad for you? That somehow I will have pity or mercy on you because you are crying? I don’t remember you having any pity or mercy on me when I shed my tears all those years ago in high school. You didn’t have any mercy or . . . → Read More:
By Princess Heather, on June 20th, 2009%
She giggled as she watched his cock ooze gobs of creamy cum, knowing that he was not feeling any orgasmic pleasure from it at all, even though his cock was rock hard. She asked him what was wrong, why was he crying? There were tears dripping down from his eyes… she could only guess . . . → Read More:
By Princess Heather, on June 16th, 2009%
She began to stroke his cock with her hand, nice smooth strokes, squeezing his shaft a little harder and tighter with every stroke. She could feel him begin to lift his hips in movement with her hand, and knew that he was enjoying her stroking him, even though he was lying there, handcuffed and . . . → Read More:
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