CHERRY
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About Me:
It is always nice to have a way to relieve stress after a long day. I keep house, so I don’t have the hardest job out there by any means, but that doesn’t mean that it doesn’t have its difficulties. When my husband comes home, I do my best to make sure everything is exactly the way it needs to be. That includes a clean house with dinner in the oven, and a set of handcuffs set aside for my husband whenever I decide it’s time to put those on him. After hours of maintaining control of work, it’s a burden off his shoulders to hand the reins over to me, my domination of him allowing him to relax.
It took some time to bring him around to relinquish himself to me, the training taking all the time it needed to get him to the point that he couldn’t wait to come home to be treated however I wished to treat him that day. It can range from having him serving me drinks and that’s all, to pleasing me by eating out my pussy until I cum against his face and then tucking him into a chastity cage to tying him down and treating him to some cock and ball torture till he cries.
We do switch every now and then, I love taking my turn with the handcuffs and the whips, the ball gags and the ropes. A good paddling can be just what I need! Sometimes he uses me as a cock warmer, just resting in my mouth, I don’t suck or lick, just stay on my knees and keep him warm on my tongue. I serve him the way he serves me. Most often, though, I’m the dominant one, and that works well for both of us!
Measurments:
Age: 33
Height: 5'4
Weight: 121
Bra & Bust Size: 34 B
Hip Size: 32
Waist Size: 30
Shoe Size: 6
Years BDSM Experience: 6
Specialties:
BDSM SEX
BONDAGE
NO TABOO
SUBMISSIVE TRAINING
FEET FETISH & WORSHIP
GAGGING
BDSM SEX
SMOTHER FETISH
NO TABOO
SUFFOCATION
BDSM EMERGENCY
1 (888) 430-2010
June 11, 2021
Lester was a loner who lived on Lamie Lane and he was just not satisfied with the way that his life was going. Something was missing, he just felt boring and ordinary and he longed for something or someone to spice up his bland soup of a life. He worked in sales and rarely sold anything, even his job life was less than desirable. Yes, he got to meet new people but more or less, they were all just the same. They either slammed doors in his face or politely told him that they were not interested in whatever he was selling – they were not up to buy. He just had enough of it all and needed a break with something new, something bold, something sexy. He saw an ad a few times on his Facebook feed for a company that advertised bdsm phone sex and he decided that he would call as soon as he got home. At least he would have anonymity he thought to himself, so if things did not go his way at least the person over the phone would not know his real name, where he lived, what he did for a living or what he looked like. So, he gave it a try when he got home and he was immediately enamored with my aura, my presence, my voice over the phone. He was enamored, and intrigued that someone who had not even met him was able to read him as thorough as […]
June 6, 2021
“Do you have everything that you are supposed to, dear?” Mistress Morgan’s voice was clear in Sissy Judith’s ears, her headset allowing Judith to hear how eager her Mistress was to start. A lingering glance around showed that Judith did have everything that she was supposed to; a small bottle of rubbing alcohol, an eyedropper, a long-handled wooden spoon, a vibrator, and around thirty something metal binder clips that she picked up at Home Depot specifically for this call. “Yes, Mistress. I—” Judith’s voice cracked, her throat dry as she couldn’t look away from the tools around her. This was going to hurt, that’s the whole reason that she had called for a cbt phone sex session, after all, and she knew she would feel so good after it was all said and done. She would scream and cry and holler and tell her Mistress thank-you in between sobs. That didn’t stop her from being nervous, though. “Yes, Mistress, I have everything.” “Very good. Do you recall what your safe word is, Judith? “Yes, ma’am. It’s vanilla.” “Which means that you don’t have permission to stop anything until you say that word, correct? You can scream out ‘no’ until you’re hoarse, but the only word that will end anything is ‘vanilla’. Yes?” “Yes, ma’am.” “The pain that you are about to go through is what you want. You want me to make you hurt, till you are still sore and aching days after, a week, two weeks after. You want […]
