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Cocksucker: A Graphic Novela

Hungry Hole 4 Rent
Hungry Hole 4 Rent

I keep sitting down to work on my new site – then getting called away to work on cock suckers like this. This is from a double I did with my partner in crime – Ms Viola Parker. Also – let’s take a minute to appreciate that middle shot. Yes – a bondage chair that suspends even grown ass men spread eagle, off the floor. 

Want more pictures of that amazing play space? MY amazing dungeon? Go check it out – SubRosaPDX

Pay Pansy Sissy Cuck

I spent this past weekend training my pay pansy and thought I would share some photos she sent me during her training. I think she’s coming along quite well! I’m sure she would love to read your comments.

Brinkers FanFic!

In The Brinkers Chair
In The Brinkers Chair

I keep having these wild fantasies when listening to the Brinkers story. I can see myself bound to this type of furniture, wrists and legs firmly secured, the cage over my clitty replace by the moist tube, a plug inserted into my hungry hole and a large realistic cock waiting to be sucked sits before me. It’s moved forward to where it’s brushing up against my lips.  You encourage me telling me to show you how much of a girl I am and reinforce that this will please you.

I lick my lips and  slowly let the cock enter my mouth. I sense the tube around my cock to begin to slightly vibrate producing such a pleasant feeling. I swallow more of the cock, vibrations of the tube slightly stronger and I now notice the plug in my hole moving. I hear your voice, ‘such a good little sissy, you’re going to be such a good cocksucking whore’. Excited even more by your pleased remarks I begin to aggressively suck the cock, the vibrations getting stronger, I begin to moan. I’m right at that point so very close, I need this. The cock in my mouth begins to vibrate like its pleased with my job.

I moan louder, I’m right at the edge.

Then the cock spurts a warm liquid into my mouth and down my throat, it gushes so much that my mouth spills a bit of it as i pull my mouth off the cock.

The vibrations I was feeling were cut short and completely stopped. Then they were replaced by a painful series of shocks to my cock and hole. I screamed from the pain,  uselessly struggling in my bonds, so so frustrated of being denied. “Pease Mistress, please I need to cum”. You give out a bit of laughter. “My silly little sissy, you will need to suck many more cocks to earn your release”. Feeling defeated, I did my best to swallow the remaing cum and returned my gaze to the cock before me. I moved closer and  began to suck the cock once more. To my delight, the vibrations began again.

This time she would let me cum; if not I would continue to suck as many times as was necessary.


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My Magic Elixir

My Magic Elixir
My Magic Elixir

Like Snow White with the Poisoned Apple, or Alice with her choice of potions, I offer you this. Do you drink it? Does it make you smaller? Or only shrink your already tiny dick. Does it put you to sleep, awaken only by your Prince Charming sliding his hard throbbing dick in your hungry mouth? Or does it make your body change, morph, sudden and striking. Irreversible. You are now a slut built for pleasure. You hips and tits growing, bursting out of your cloths. You insatiable need to be filled, like a hunger inside you, begging to sated.

1 part golden nectar
1 part goddess spit
1 part cum of a celestial being
4 tears from a chaste, frustrated sissy
Stirred. Not shaken.
Warmed in the bosom of High Priestess Princessa

Would you take a chance, risking eternity under my spell, and drink my magic elixir?

A San Francisco Recap

naughtysissy

Home from my latest trip to San Francisco and this lands in my inbox. Someone obviously wants me to return soon!

The trip went swimmingly. I did most of my play out of a very nice suite in a very nice hotel. It was lovely to be pampered like the Princess I am. It was also great fun to have a remote control bidet to torment sissies with. It was a fun way to see if they really were sitting to pee!

Since it was my first trip back since January, I mainly saw my most loving and devoted regulars. It was great to spend a trip with submissives who I know well and who’s devotion to me is unquestionable. Aside from the one very smart ass as seen above. His devotion is obviously questionable. As are his actions.

But I digress.

I caught up with sissy sandra and want to let those of you who have asked about her know that she is well. She’s not ready to play in the public eye again, perhaps never will be, but she is thriving. We spent some time reminiscing over lunch and agreed that we have forgotten more of our play then most people are lucky enough to experience in their entire life. That’s what ten years of intense play gives you though. A life time of memories, and twice as many forgotten.

I also did a shoot with Robert Adler who was the very first photographer I worked with. He shot the photos of me that graced the covers of The San Francisco Examiner and the now defunct Spectator magazine – twice! It was the first time I’ve been in front of the camera in a while and it was a bit awkward to tell the truth! There are some very sexy photos coming your way though. Especially if you like black leather and chicks with big dicks.

And I had a visit with a very loyal bootslave who I’ve been seeing for ten years and let him be the first to worship my new thigh high leather boots. It’s really amazing to look down and see someone worshiping your boots and think of all that has been shared between the two of us. Its a very different kind of intimacy, deeper, stranger, more fulfilling than your average vanilla intimacy.

deskMaisonFinally. Let’s discuss this goofball. He is a diaper sissy who wanted to experience my single tail. I went easy on him, as you can see, and this is the thanks I got. THAT will teach me to go easy on Smart Ass Submissives.  I will be back in San Francisco the first week of June, and I can promise you, we will have a picture of that ass with a little more … texture. Thankfully, he gifted me with a Scott Paul Secretary Click Kit so when I see him in June, perhaps for daily whippings, only to be sent home after each in chastity AND a diaper, I will have a way to keep his hands out of the way during said whippings. I don’t mind if he tries to run. I like the idea of chancing him around my suite with the single tail. I just don’t want to damage his dainty little hands. He will be needing them when he sits at the desk (on some sandpaper) in the corner at Maison on the last day of my visit writing “I will not tease the Mistress.” 1000 times.

Unfortunately, (fortunately?) I know this sub well, and I think this upcoming lesson will only keep him out of trouble until I’m out of earshot.

I hope for many more trips like this, cultivating deeper relationships with each of these submissives. Yes. Even the one pictured above. I’ve always been a very mental player. Much more a fetishist and storyteller, then a traditional sadist. These long term kinky relationships feed my soul and I’ve very lucky to have each and every one of them.