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Hello, My name is Joanna.

Apart from my hubby , and my work as a phone sex gal — I’ve begun placing ads in personals (for a little swinging fun!)

So I was quite pleased on Monday morning to find a message in my box, from a Dominant man named “Gordon”. We chatted for a few hours, and that’s when he told me he “collared me” online! Interesting — I decided to explore this further. Gordon, who I was now to address as “Sir” ordered me to get dressed for him in thigh high stockings, high heels, a corset and black lace panties. I soon found myself very excited to “dress as ordered”. I was not allowed, however, to pleasure myself.

Here’s the kicker — he didn’t want to SEE me do this, he only wanted me to experience being dressed this way, all day, and to think of how it made me feel to do so.  And how did I feel? I felt owned. I felt sexy! I felt so turned on and so alive! But I also found myself wanting to be a very good girl for “Sir”, so I didn’t touch myself — not once. As the day went by, with each glance at my stockings, and each step in my heels, I found myself feeling more and more his “Pet”.

How incredibly dominant he must be, to have me feeling so owned and collared, and I had not even yet heard his voice, or seen his face. Around noontime, “Sir” called me — his  deep baritone moving through me in waves, he asked me if I was dressed as instructed and when I told him “Yes” all he said was “Good Girl” and he hung up. My whole body shivered, and I felt the wetness growing in my panties, but I so NEEDED to be his ‘good girl’ that I restrained from touching myself. Every new step in my heels, sent even new deeper shivers up my thighs and my pussy was on fire –but I remained a “good girl” for my new mysterious Master.

At 3pm he called again, and instructed me to gag my mouth, and to sign on to my webcam account at precisely 5pm. Surprisingly, I did exactly as he ordered and spent the next 2 hours still clad in stockings heels and corset but now with a ball-gag in my mouth — yearning to finally see my online Master –to do his bidding –and to plead with him to let me  cum for him. Yes –I needed to cum –but even more –I needed to cum for “Sir”. I needed to show him what a very good girl I’d been all day for him.

At 5pm, I signed on to my webcam account, and Master was there. I could not see his face, because he wore a black leather mask. He commanded me to kneel and I did so. He told me to leave the gag in my mouth, and I did so.

Then he commanded me to cum –and I did so! Without even touching my pussy! My body convulsed, and I came for my Master in an earth shattering climax. My entire body seemed to be cumming and then I fell to the floor.

Master than told me, I was his until he tired of me –and I was his. Kneeling in front of my webcam and doing his bidding for the next 3 hours.

Tomorrow is Friday — I’m supposed to meet him, dressed only in a furcoat and heels.

And so I will.  Because I need to be his ‘good girl’

Joanna  1-888-463-1258

Hey, Guys! Goldie here!

I just came back from one helluva of Parent/Teacher conference! Seems my slut of a daughter had been coming on to her science teacher, and so your’s truly was called in to have a chat with the “teach”. (I’ll call him Mr. Science) Well lemme tell ya, I could see why! Mr. Science was a tall bronze statue of a man –a big well muscled black guy with a shaved head, and his tweed suit didn’t hide the fact that he had rock hard abs, and what looked to me like the largest cock I’d ever seen (and I’ve seen some pretty fucking huge cocks). This was gonna be an interesting chat for sure!

So, I’m sitting there –not able to concentrate at all — because Mr. Science has one of those low deep baritone voices that make my panties wet on command. He’s looking at me, explaining how it’s inappropriate of my daughter to flirt with him, and how he much prefers women his own age anyway — and that’s when I leapt out of my chair and jumped his jock! I couldn’t help myself!

I immediately started undoing his belt, and pulled out his cock –and Mr. Science did not disappoint! There I was, kneeling on the floor of the classroom with a 14 inch black cock (already hard!) just slapping me in the face! I went down on it, like a little girl with a popsickle –a big-ass fudge popsickle! Mr. Science was grabbing the back of my head with his big strong hands and fucking my mouth like a second pussy. And lemme tell ya, Goldie knows how to take a cock!

Mr. Science was goin’ crazy, and so he pulls his cock out of my mouth, and swear to ya’ll –he lifts me up by the waist like a ragdoll and throws me down on top of his desk! So there I was,  guys — flat on my back, heels pointing to heaven, and ready for what came next –

If you wanna hear about THAT,  you’re just gonna have to call me and find out. Fuck –I’m still creaming my panties just fucking thinking about it!

Toodles,

Goldie

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  I do enjoy bananas, cucumbers, zuccini… and there are so many of you guys out there that LOVE food fetish!  Perfect match huh?

I started play with food as a teen.  Only deep throating bananas for quite awhile before I finally started rubbing them on my clit.  Once I got my cherry broken from my first boyfriend, then I started fucking myself with food. 

Actually, my boyfriend was the first to penetrate my pussy with food.

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