Slut Humiliation Through Sweet Pain
Today was a red-letter day for Tag Team slut humiliation. Youbecha! Last week one of my favorite amusements came a begging for a heaping helping slut humiliation. I’ve spent many years using wilma, first as a pantie boy, then an eager cum eater, until I molded him into the man whore he is.
Such a Huge whore our wilma is – wallowing in a sink hole of his own making, soaking up the slime of his degradation, while he cries out platitudes to his tormentor.
Enter stage right … A Mistress who is beautiful, beguiling and serves up heaps of mind twisting slut humiliation, w/ a sides of agony. Why it’s Ms Cooper, the ALWAYS fun erotic entertainer and favorite choice of both myself and my callers.
And The Beat Goes On
Another reason Coops, as I am permitted to call her – was the right gal pal to put my panty wearing, jizz eating, man whore through his paces – she’s not afraid to let her arm out, and tear a pain pup UP!
Once that safe word is in place …
My oh my – oh my!
But Cooper and I are far from finished for the day. Oh no! The road trip slut will endure 3 courses of Meh – while he wheels and deals, still wearing his sheer chartreuse undies, that make his cock twitch
The Slut Begs For a 2nd Helping
LOL! You can bet the rent, his mouth might be talkin’ business, but his brain is back in his hotel room, re-running each moment of our session and cursing time for moving so slow.
Cuckolds, sissy boys and compulsive cock strokers are a blast, but it’s the Odd Ducks I love to add to my growing list.
So there’s no misunderstanding… Miss Viv adores her odd ducks, their attention to detail, mad desire to please, and a total commitment to an unusual penchant – makes for some Big Time Fun.
The Odd Ducks Favorites Folder – Puppyslut
He’s a burly older dude, with a jelly belly, thick thighs and an ass so wide – spanking it could be an all night affair. That isn’t what makes him an Odd Duck, its he’s need to be ordered to do the most debasing acts, on Skype – in his lonely hotel room. Doesn’t sound very odd, does it? Naturally, there’s more to the story.
There he is, sprawled out on the king bed – pounding his half-limp dick, huffing and puffing, and getting nowhere – fast. Mistress is starting to get bored. I order him to take the puppy position, point dow, and like a well trained man whore he drops. What a sight, my victim – er – puppy – flushed and swaying on all fours, sucking air in and out, like an old accordion.
His prick stayed limp , and its starting to piss me off . I took the pillowcases, (4 of them!) and fashioned a loincloth to cover up his shame. He hung his head, whimpering like a little bitch, because he knew the cost for disappointing Mistress.
If the humiliation of writing my name in sperm on the bathroom mirror and then licking it off, wasn’t enough to get his motor running. There is one method that never fails to get his puny pitiful prick, rock hard.
No wonder he is looking green around the gills, he can guess what is coming next. Always hopeful, he tried to soften my ire by romping around, wagging his tail and yipping at the full moon. It isn’t going to work any magic on that flaccid thing, so his only chance for wood, is a visit to The Desk.
Tag Team Fun w/ the Dispatchers
It is only the most special of odd ducks that are amusing enough, to request the dispatchers to play along. By 2 AM in the morning – a bit of silliness, is always welcome.
I watched him as he dialed, and heard him explaining that his Mistress is disappointed tonight and he must 1st prove how he will do anything to be in my good graces again.
Howl the Dispatcher commands.
And howl he does.
Bark! comes another the command.
And he does, just like a hound in heat.
Now beg to do the right thing.
With an annoying whine he began to implore to be allowed to shower his Mistress with huge bouquets of flowers. It was met with silence, and there was no mercy, until he included blooms for the ladies manning the desk too.
With his dick FINALLY hard, he was sent back to continue his decent into obloquy. We have hours to go before we sleep, and flowers galore to keep the peace. My puppy slut takes my insults, sings silly songs, dances with abandon and makes the best barnyard noises – to feed his cravings. What makes him an odd duck – is how the act of giving – gives him Instant Wood.
He may be a loser to most – but its his adorable face, that keeps him on my Favorite’s List.
Kinky Highlights 2016
In my last post, I called 2016 a tough bitch, but the year was also filled with some pretty kinky highlights. No big surprise, the conversations between an erotic telephone entertainer and her clients runs the full gambit of men’s’ desires. Other women may think they know how a man’s mind works – but the truth is, he is embarrassed by his needs – that he can only confess to me.
When those naughty secrets spill out in a breathy high voice, it’s clear another lost sissy girl needs some positive encouragement.
Mistress Vivian Makes a New Sissy Friend
It is always a treat when cross-dressers and sissy girls find their way to me. Most of you must know by now that I’ve been dressing men in Women’s clothes since Uncle Charlie had a bit too much to drink, and sat through a total transformation. It was a 1st experience that was imprinted on my young brain, which formed my life-long proclivity.
One of my favorite new sissy callers, Miss SL – is such an intriguing character! From our 1st session, we clicked and became fast friends. Miss SL is a mature gal, with a passion for Victoria’s Secret bralette, cosmetics, and luxurious facials. Like so many of my sissy friends, she has no one to share her womanly self with, except me.
Kinky is such a subjective word, what might be wild to some, is mild for others. I may be quite jaded, but Miss SL’s search for perfectly arched eyebrows and growing collection ladies’ underwear is more than kinky, it’s shocking. That shock and disdain can be felt by the most closeted gender benders, turning something as harmless as lace panties – oh so kinky.
I can’t allow closed-minded voices to impede Miss SL’s goal to live out the rest of her life as the Woman she was meant to be. Using gentle encouragement and simple assignments to bolster confidence, she has exceeded all my expectations.
Sometimes kinky is just being your true self!
I can say without reservations, 2016 was one tough bitch of a year! You may have noticed your Mistresses has been rather scarce this past month. Real life has a way of slowing you down, whether you like it or not. And slow me down it has.
My mornings have become very busy with household and family affairs, that unfortunately can’t always be planned in advance. I’ll be posting a new schedule of available hours for sessions and how you can arrange an appointment.
After a Christmas week filled with fun, family, friends and foods, me. Roy and I will be having a quiet New Year celebration. So you know that means, I’ll be taking your calls – between glasses of bubbly.
I hope that you all have a safe and wonderful New Year!
A BDSM Submissive Collar Is More Than Fashion
Mistress thought that the time is right for a discussion about the submissive collar. Within our BDSM social circles, collaring a submissive – isn’t taken lightly. I have worn the collar of my Master and collared only one, my beloved Royboy.
What is a Submissive Collar?
For us, as a couple, the collar is an outward symbol of our life-long commitment, made 18 years ago. The thick black leather I fastened around his neck that day, was private and not for display in the `nilla world. A year later when we married, we exchanged rings made from my Grandmother’s gold watch and fashioned into miniature chain collars.
For me, the collar has been a forever obligation. Even after being released from Master’s feet, I continued to care for him as a friend. The day he called me in need, I didn’t hesitate and packed my bags.
That same kind care – rang our doorbell last week.
There, standing under the portico was a blast from the past, was one of my and favorite houseboys – Brucie. He had only worn my Training collar for a year, but when he heard royboy was ill, he drove up from Dallas to see if he could be of service. No need to ask me twice!
For five days he chauffeured and caught up the laundry, leaving my home tidy and happy. That kind of bond goes far beyond fashion.
Get Your Mistress Treats!
I’ve been having so much fun handing out Mistress Treats and speaking with clients from as far back as 2008. That is the reason I’ve extended my special 20 for 10 Anniversary Special through Sunday.
Full details are on the previous post.
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