The purse that knew better!

The following story is a bit wild, and is absolutely true. Promise! It happened just a few weeks back.

A beautiful lesbian couple and I went for a little outdoor dancing at a local shindig. They clued Me into a blues band I’d yet to hear in person, and I’m SO glad they did. I’m reticent to see a band like this – the lead was a young pup, and I notice when it comes to blues, older age and deeper shades of skin, tend to lead to more mature, authentic blues sound.

As it turns out, the band, loud enough to need earplugs, knocked My socks off! And perhaps a few other items!

One of My lesbian friends, I’ll call her Xena –she and I imbibe a few times a year, when we have a minder nearby (designated “watch the drunk girls giggle” minder). Which means, 2-3 times a year we might get intoxicated, and boogie our asses off!

We had this prime seat right next to the stage, and oooh boy the music was loud. We’d had a few local brews, and felt like dancing and flirting. So many hot boys moving their bods, lots of eye candy for the discerning eye. I needed a mint (a good Grrl minds Her breath, hm?) and reached into My dark leather purse for an altoid. When I picked up the purse and dug deeper, I was shocked.

My purse was vibrating. Buzzing like a mother fucker.

I blinked, a little confused, and just didn’t understand. Xena leaned over, seeing My face had changed, asked what was up. “I… My purse… it’s vibrating!!”

“Well, did you leave your cell phone on vibrate?”

“I… don’t own a cell phone! You know that!!” Our eyes got large as saucers, and we both started pawing the purse. It was vibrating, what the…

Suddenly I had an inspiration - “I think, did I? I must have left a vibrator in My purse and bumped into turning on!!!” Our mouths opened wide, and we two Mistress friends started laughing our asses off. For several minutes. Actually more like several songs.

See, we both fully accepted that the answer MUST be something that perverted and simple, right? *giggle*

As it turned out… the answer was more subtle. The band’s music was so loud, My purse, in some odd combination of physics and timing, was amplifying and buzzing with the sound of music blaring off the stage. We tested it, sure enough, it was the music that did it.

And, as it turns out, no cell phones or vibrators were present in my dark purse. Although Xena and I like My drunk girl inspired solution better!!

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Maximizing your demise

Mistress has been percolating many things recently. How to amp up My business of debauchery, and take advantage of the needy men like you, who need a sense of release. It's a strange thing, evaluating mechanisms to extract the most profit, while enjoying your humanity, and the process of defiling you.

Smart girls playing with trinkets named slaves!

Had a call from a long time binge boy. He goes long weeks in between being defiled, then will go completely ape shit and spend HOURS on the phone, chatting with a dozen or two Mistresses all in one long shot. He's got a bit of an issue with the nose candy, if you know what I mean. And of course he loves to show off on webcam… this man's a pain slut too, and has the scars to prove it!

Listening to his out of control desire and lust, makes Me curious and somewhat concerned. This boy can sometimes fly down a self destructive road, busting through the guard rails, mid air, hurling toward the skids. I'm intrigued and disturbed, all at the same time.

I like pushing slave fucks like you, desperate for phone sex domination, frantic for anal training, stroking and yearning for relief! Thing is, I like draining men slowly over time… I get more out of you that way. I definitely shy away from slaughtering a man in one or two sessions. Long slow draining, yes, much more My style!

Just enough to sting. A good long while! Hehe

Chicago nuts

So guess who came a calling this morning (at 4 a.m. - pardon me while I get out of bed naked to take this call!). BOB (yeah, sure, his name's Bob, that's it) from CHICAGO!!

He'd been up all night drinking, and while he'd drunk nearly half the city's supply of vodka, he was aching for abuse. More pain. Ah the sweet smell of a boy about to be exploited...

Tonight we started with the kitchen spatula, but wait, he'd bought a new one, with a thicker handle! Can't get himself to buy a dildo yet, spatula's work just fine! We got that baby lotioned up and did a good deal of anal exploration.

And then I got a little bored. He's so lame with getting new toys to play with, and a Girl's got to get creative. AH HA! ICE!! I made little man go get a cup full of ice, and we slowly slid several pieces up his bum! Then stirred it up with the spatula! And of course we had to Vick's Vapor Rub his balls. And of COURSE we had to slide a good gob of Vick's inside his urethra ...

I finally felt he was ready for a more advanced CBT technique, and lead him to the bathroom. There, I edged him, let him jack off just enough to make his cock hard, then made him drape his balls over the edge of the porcelain god, and SLAM the round seat HARD on his nuts. He makes the sweetest sounds when he's in excruciating pain :) We did that several times!!

Ah, but the plunger in the bathroom is perfect for strange uses. We suctioned it to the floor, lotioned it up, and made him ride it like a cowgirl! And the toothpaste was right there, no need to waste it! Smeared it all over his balls, just for fun.

I was merciful, and finally let him cum. Although I'll have to tell you, the WAY he came was very embarrassing and humiliating. Ask Me about it on our next call :)

Post trick, pre treat

November's here and Christmas around the corner. I'm feeling dreadfully unprepared, as usual :) Seems I get my loved ones gifts just in time, but tend to wait until right before the deadline!

It gets cold out, the days get shorter, and my running and hiking times get fewer and fewer. Anyone gain 5-10 lbs over the holidays, only to widdle it off in the spring? That would be My pattern!

This was the first Halloween in many years, I've spent at home before going out, and filling up the young kidlets with candy. Of course, I bought a case of the big candy bars, no snack size for My trick and treaters! haha

Couldn't figure out what outfit to go with, and just decided to dawn My Matrix trenchcoat (Neo would be proud) and a pair of boot stiletto heels that I'd never worn in public. Went and had coffee with a few friends. Got asked out on a date. Think it was the shoes! hehe

I'm craving a little cuckold play lately. Seems like a few boys have come to My phone with fantasies of their exploitation, and watching Mistress satisfied, while they cower in the corner, wanking without notice. Seems kind of fun, rubbing it a man's face like that. ya think?

Smiling just now...