Charles, what is the name of that new guy who has just started in your office? He is so HORNY - I could tell by the way his eyes were all over me. I would ask if you minded if I fucked him, but I have never asked in the past so I am not going to start now. Just don't get too embarrassed if the "I fucked the bosses wife" gossip spreads around the office, everyone already knows. Now, you can watch me as I use my monkey rocker, but don't you dare touch your zip! Mmmmmm, this cock is so BIG and so HARD - unlike you Charles. And stay out of my en-suite whilst I am out too - entry there is strictly by invitation only - and you're NOT getting one ...

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What a week this has been!

My private play space has had a major overhaul, and the lacing boards are installed.  I am truly excited!! I really want to thank “my guys” for all their help! Not only for the two new pieces of dungeon furniture, but for all the muscle and back breaking moving that has gone on!  It would not have happened without the two of you!!  By the way, if you are interested in experiencing a live session with me, here’s the place to start….   Live Session Information

The pink rope I ordered never arrived, and after contacting the company – realized I had left the order in an “open” status, so very much to my disappointment.  Thus my pink rope will be at least another week or so before coming arriving.

Paella

Saturday is going to be a day of festivities around here.  Sadistic Bastard, along with his new sweet friend will be joining us for paella.  For those of you not familiar with paella (prounounced pä-l, pä-lyä, -yä), it is a saffron-flavored Spanish dish made with varying combinations of rice, vegetables, meat, chicken, and seafood which of couse, finds its origin from  Spain, the country where I was born.  One does not just make paella – one throws a paella party!!!  The dish itself is an event to be celebrated and enjoyed amongst friends!

I had an absolute wonderful lunch with kathipantyslave on Tuesday afternoon.  We met at Olive Garden for a little vino and pasta and a whole lot of great conversation.  Thank you kathi!  And thank you for the beautiful gift – you already know how much I like it!

My birthday is coming up next Saturday, February 27 – who is going to volunteer to take all my birthday swats?  (Be careful before raising those hands – those swats are starting to add up!!!)  And yes, I do have a giftlist available.  You can find it HERE!

Alright now – give me a call this afternoon and say hello!

This little story was waiting for me in my mailbox, and since it surrounds this day of hearts, candy and flowers – I thought I would share it with all of you.

I really do appreciate it when this type of effort is put forth -  and Burt, you did a wonderful job!

Enjoy….

(Side note: The story is being posted as I received it, I do not correct sentence structure and capitalization!)

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I entered Mistress Chianti’s house. It was mid morning, but inside it was dark, lit only by candlelight. I entered her living room with flowers in my arms, a little Valentines Day gift. There she sat on her couch, arms folded with a newspaper over her lap. A beautiful sight to behold. She wore all black, mostly leather. “Welcome to my house, lovely flowers, but do you really think that will save your ass?”, said Mistress Chianti. I knew better than to speak, I just placed the flowers on her table and got down on my hands and knees. “Oh-no, first take those business clothes off, and let me see if you have obeyed my instructions,” she said with a grin on her face. I removed my shirt and then my pants, showing off my pink lacey bra and panties.
	“Very nice, sissy boi, but bring your ass over here,” Mistress Chianti said. I crawled over. She commanded me on my feet, and told me to remove my panties for inspection. I was shaved as per her instructions. She grinned, pleased. She remained seated, and reached over grabbed a paddle off her table. With a swift hit, she hit my balls. I jumped a little, and my face contorted. She hit them again, I tried to stand still but the pain shot through my body. My knees bowed outward, as she smacked them again. Again and again, it felt like hours, my balls swelled up and ached.
Finally Mistress Chianti stood up, the newspaper fell from her lap, revealing a huge 10 inch strap on. My mouth just hung open, at the size of her giant cock. My little penis became hard and started throbbing over the idea, of that huge cock inside of me. An evil grin came over her face. She walked over to a trunk, opened it and pulled out surgical tubing and hot pink rope. I was ushered to another room, I followed like a good sissy slut. In the next room there was a dentist chair, with leg stirrups attachments. She walked me over to it. Firmly grabbed my swollen balls, and tied the surgical tubing around them real tight. She then tied the hot pink rope to my ankles. I was told to squat, and I obeyed. She kneeled down, and attached the surgical tubing to the pink rope. I tried to stand up, but only made it 2 inches before my balls began to stretch. I quickly went back to the kneeling position. Mistress Chianti rose to her feet. Behind the chair was a box, she opened it and reached in. She pulled out a inflatable butt plug and a bottle of KY jelly. She told me to lay down and stick my ass in the air. The butt plug went in easily.
	Then the pumping started. I could feel my ass starting to gap open. She stood up and removed her boots, slide her leather pants off and pulled her strap on off. She took a seat in the chair, her legs went in the stirrups. Her sweet pussy glistened, she was wet and excited. She calmly told me that I was to lick her pussy until she came. She hit the button on the chair. It rose to roughly 4 feet. “Quickly slave, i want to cum NOW.” I tried to stand up, my balls started stretching out. The pain was intense. I managed to get as close as i could to her pussy. My tongue darted out, i tasted her sweet juice. It was like tasting honey. My tongue started to work my tongue all over her clit. My face soon became wet with her juice. My tongue went faster. Mistress Chianti, began moaning, I knew she was close. The sweet juice kept my mind off the pain of my balls stretched out. She moaned faster and louder, she became even wetter. Soon she was on the verge of an orgasm, and i heard the hydraulic motor of the chair kick in.
She raised the chair another 6 inches. Her pussy rose out of my tongues reach. “Hurry up slave, why aren’t you eating my pussy?” I tried to rise with her soaking wet pussy, the pain was intense. She smiled at the pain on my face. It took everything i could to stand up. Soon my tongue was dancing on her clit again. The sweet juice was helping take my mind off the pain. She began to moan again, her sweet juice was running down my face, down my throat. Soon she grabbed the back of my head and shoved it into her pussy. She came hard, All i could taste, breathe was her sweet juices. When she finished cumming, she threw my head back, i fell to the floor. The pain started to ease up. I took a deep breathe. Mistress Chianti, sat up in her chair, grabbed a towel and wiped herself down. She threw on her strap on, pants and boots. She instructed me to untie my balls and my legs. She walked out of the room, and instructed me to follow her. I crawled as fast as i could. I met her again in her bedroom. Mistress Chianti told me to lay on my stomach, ass up, and to assume the position. I did as i was told. She yanked out the butt plug, and i felt the air rush in my gaping ass. Soon her huge strap on was inside of me fucking me hard. She rode me good. My penis got erect and soon began throbbing. “Don’t you dare cum slut, Im not done playing with you yet,” Mistress Chianti demanded. I couldn’t help it, it felt so good. I tried to think of something else but it didn’t help. I came. Her pounding immediately ceased, she knew what happened. I just laid there and didn’t know what to do.
I felt my head being picked up. She pulled me back and slammed my face into my own cum. “You sorry bastard, you came on my sheets? Without my permission? Eat it bitch. You worthless slut,” Mistress Chianti screamed at me. After i cleaned up my mess, she grabbed me by the neck and took me into her living room. I was instructed to go up against her wall. My ass in the air. I did as she asked. “Since i don’t have a vase, I’m glad you brought yours. She jammed the flowers deep into my ass and said “Happy Valentines Day, you sissy slut!”

With Valentine’s Day fast approaching, and romance hanging thick in the air – here is a cute little song – asking the age old question….   Do You Take It In The Ass?