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The wine poured down her breasts, over her juicy, plump nipples, down into her soft, firm navel and over the tiny tufts of hair over her naked quim. She moaned in ecstasy as the tall, stallion of a black man took her on your marital bed right before your eyes. You watched as his thick cock found it’s way between her legs and his mouth flowed over her breasts. She moaned in ecstasy as this garganuan creature of solid muscle and chocolate colored skin pressed into your wife’s translucent, milky white flesh. You sat there, helpless, naked, vulnerable as her ass jiggled back and forth and her breasts bounced with each thrust. You watched as this stranger gave your wife the pleasure you had never even known. The pleasure that  she had craved all these years. The pleasure that only he was able to give her. You watched as they got lost, came together and found you in the room again.

You sat there. Confused. Excited. Terrified. How could you ever give her this kind of satisfaction? How could you ever know her in the way this man has now known her? How could you ever erase these images from your memory? How could you ever admit that you didn’t want to?

But you don’t…

To confess, to admit your secret desires, call me. I will listen.

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It was a beautiful summer day when I befriended the stink bug. I rode around for hours on my ten speed bike with it sitting on my shirt. It proved a good friend that stuck with me through thick and thin that day and didn’t even spray me with its noxious fumes.

But I was superior to this insect in every way. I was bigger and stronger – I was human towering over this pathetic little bug. So, at the end of the afternoon, I decided to exercise my power, gently placed my friend on the pavement and heartlessly rolled over it with my front tire. I can still hear the sound of it being squashed, I can still see the image of it’s guts smeared all over the ground. The sense of achievement that washed over me was euphoric and I will never forget that feeling.  I felt invincible.

Do you want to be my little bug? Do you want to see me towering over you as I tease and taunt you? As you life hangs in the balance of my whim and fancy? Do you want to feel me smear your guts across the floor with the sole of my Manolo Blahnik’s?

What kind of giantess fantasies do you have? Call me and share your darkest desires with me…

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“Tell him am laughing at him and that I called him The Oinker” she said as she transferred the call to me. Perplexed, I said “Hello”. A timid voice answered on the other end of the line. “Hello, is this Mistress Veronica?” After a few moments of small talk, we got to the meat of the conversation. He wanted to be my little slave and wished to do as he was told to prove his love for me. I asked him if he would suck a cock for me. “Oiiiiiinnnnnk!” he replied. I immediately began to laugh “Excuse me?! So this is why she called you The Oinker!?” “Yes Mistress, when I get excited I like to oink.”

“Would you like it if I had my boyfriend come listen to you oink? He is in the next room and I really want him to hear this!” “Oiiiiiinnnnk!” “Well, you little piggy!  Aren’t you just a delight! What else can you do for me that would make you worthy of being my slave? What else would make you oink for me?”

He proceeded to tell me how he would clean my house, buy my groceries, wash my car. Oinking all the while in between exclamations. He would suck cock, take it up the ass, and, his particular favorite and that which elicited the most oinks, he would take that cock back into his mouth after it had just fucked him in the ass. Some of the good old ass to mouth action for the oinker.”OIIIIINNNNNKKKK!” he cried as I told him tales of him being ravaged in the ass and then face fucked by that dirty cock. “I love you. Can I call you again?” “Of course, I would love to chat again!” “Oinnnnk!”

So, you see, if you believe you are the most twisted, perverted caller, think again. We all have our idiosyncracies and latent sexual desires. I have seen and heard it all. Please call me and share your deviant secrets with me. I will laugh, I will humiliate you, I will leave you begging for more…call me…

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Once you collar and tag are in place around your long, gorgeous neck, let’s venture to the nearest bridal boutique! It’s prom season so the stores will be filled with nubile young things taking advantage of the sales racks. Be sure you get the shop assistant to help you pick out the perfect dress for your night out. Whether it is a satin gown covered in ruffles, frills and bows or a slutty mini halter dress you are looking for, i am confident you will find the right fit for you. Don’t be shy! Engage the shop girls in helping you make your choice and chat and flirt with the debutantes as mcuh s possible. YOU just know they will be staring and giggling and you will love being the center of this humiliating attention. Milk it! This is your moment! Glow in the spotlight! All eyes are on you, my beauty queen! Enjoy it!

Once you have purchased the dress of your dreams, let’s go out and find an adult bookstore in which you can galavant around showing off your new threads. You little slut! You know you want to get his eye, to get all their eyes (and maybe more) so work it! Let yourself be the center of attention! Imagine the evening you have had – being such a good sissy to me. Getting your own personal collar, dolling up in your new sexy dress and now out and flirting with all the boys in a seedy, dangerous environment. You deserve to have all eyes on you. And the crowd is loving it! So, flaunt it!

How often have you dreamed of going out doing the things you have done? How often have you wished to go out dressed as you are right now. The epitome of my little sissy slave out there in the public eye! I am so proud of you!

Call me and let’s go on this excursion together…I’m waiting…

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For a few hours we can just let it all go and give in to the pure essence of our deepest, darkest desires. I pull the strings of my pleather corset tight and I feel the tensions of real life float away. My leg in my PVC thigh high boot feels strong and solid. Able to stomp on anyone and anything. You are on the other end of the line and I feel myself towering above you, conquering our fantasies with my domination.

What is it that you desire? What is it that craves domination? My favorites are you sissy bois. Whether you are a pageant princess or a salacious slut, I love to play along and help actualize your dreams. Put on your pastels, bows and frills. Your crinoline  petticoats and chaste tights. Or put on that red leather mini skirt and matching racy red lipstick. Choose to go out without any undergarments on at all, your mini clitty free in the springtime breeze.

Let’s start the evening by having you visit your local pet store and purchasing your favorite, bejeweled collar. Of course, you need a tag to go along with it so that everyone will know what your sissy name is and where to send you home should you get into trouble. You princesses will probably want the soft pink collar with matching gems on it while you wild cats will go for the animal print. My favorite princess names are ultra soft and extremely feminine such as Britney, Lisa, Alicia. My favorite slut names are hard and showy as the tramp that wears them- Veronica (lol!), Tammy, and the like. Wear your collar with pride and let’s now venture elsewhere…

To spend the evening with me, call me at (800) 356-6169

Mother’s thighs were rich and ripe with fecundity. I followed the dark edges of those thighs up to the delicious mound of pubic hair that hovered just above her nether regions. Although she had just showered, I could smell her from four feet away as she was always fertile with her own unique scent . . . → Read More: Mother

It was a balmy 80 degrees out on the field during the game that evening. Cloe and I jogged into the cool locker room with enthusiasm and gratitude. “Ahhh…it feels so good in here!” said Cloe as she started to struggle to reach her arm around to her back. “Here, let me get that . . . → Read More: The Cheerleaders

This segment is for those that have completed Week One and are ready for more challenge! As stated in Day Seven of Week One, do not attempt any of the below if it puts you in any sort of danger/harm.

Day One: Get dressed in your favorite sissy outfit. Choose a place that you . . . → Read More: The Sissy Diet: Week Two

The girls stumbled in already a little tipsy from having visited a bar before venturing over. “SO?! Where is he???” Nikki yelled. Jessie laughed along with her. Just as I began to answer, he entered the room. Their jaws dropped. Silence. You could hear a pin drop. “Well ladies, this is my new servant.” . . . → Read More: Slavedom: Part Four

Before I actually retired to bed, I decided to allow my poor little slave to sleep over. On the hard wood floor in the kitchen. No blanket. No pillows. He could make me breakfast in bed and what a lovely way to rise that would be! I informed him of the decision as he . . . → Read More: Slavedom: Part Three