Hello, Horny Readers! You know how much I love man-ass and sissy pussy. I write a lot about the different things I like to do, and see done, with that hole between your cheeks. More than that, I love the special spot that lies beyond it, and the exploitable tunnel all the way up into your slutty guts. Sure, when I’m fantasizing about or encouraging you to open wide, My satisfaction usually comes from your subtle humiliation. But more than that, believe it or not, it’s about the pursuit of physical pleasure: yours, mine, and/or that of a deserving Alpha male. Sometimes however, pegging should be punishment, and make no mistake: I experience a special brand of schadenfreude when I have the opportunity to use it as such.

Got a stick up your ass? Great! I’ll dislodge it with one made of silicone!

Some fuck boys need to be taken down a peg or two, or rather, take a pegging or two in order to make them proper slaves. You’d think they should have taken a left turn at Albuquerque, as Bugs Bunny said in the old cartoons, and ended up in My presence by mistake. Their attitude suggests that I should prove to them that I am worthy of fulfilling all the slutty submissive desires that drove them to My door. My outward demeanor is usually calm, cool, and collected in response, but you know what’s percolating through My brain?

Bitch, get that ass up. I’m about to pound you into submission.

Patience is a good skill to cultivate as a dominant, especially when dealing with fucksluts like this. I lull them into a false sense of security, as if their attitude is understandable, and I am no more than a purveyor of goods. I coax them onto their elbows and knees, and secure them tightly. For stability, I say. Bent over a wedge for support (because they’re going to need it while I studiously attempt to drive them through the floor), and then they’re completely at My disposal.

Now what was that you wanted?

To be fucked with a strap-on?

Okay. But first, let’s address your attitude when you walked in here.

A Punishing Pegging!

Adam and I went to a kink party once where one butt slut had the nerve to look Me up and down and opine that I didn’t look like I had the strength, or the authority, to fuck him properly. Adam smothered a giggle, sorry for the poor sap, and turned away. The corners of My mouth curled slowly, and nothing portrayed the activation of My predatory lust for his comeuppance but the neon glow of My grey-green eyes, like a large cat camouflaged in the dark. He should have looked at those, and not the coquettish shoulder I drew to My ear in an uncertain shrug, saying, “I’ll do My best, I guess.”

125 pounds isn’t much, until a significant portion of it is dedicated to drilling a dong as thick as your wrist down into your upturned ass. Hummingbirds are small too, but they move really fast, and so do My hips when I’m pegging a mouthy cunt. This cunt remained mouthy, but wasn’t exactly forming words. Eyes squeezed shut, slack-jawed and howling like a wolf, body slick with sweat, I gave him a good reaming, and while I may not have permanently taught him not to judge a book by its cover, I’m pretty sure I taught him to keep his ignorant assumptions to himself. Bitch “bit the pillow”, and learned to bite his tongue.

While pursuing My love of Femdom phone sex, I’ve met plenty of latent cock-holsters with the wrong attitude. Unfortunately, I usually don’t get the chance to give them the pegging punishment they deserve, since they’re on the other side of a phone line. If I can’t find another way to subdue them, I’m forced to cut them loose; in this format, time is of the essence, theirs and mine. But I never forget. And if I manage to gain their trust, to convince them to let their guard down, and enslave their minds to Me and to My will, make no mistake: They end up paying. Sometimes through the nose . . .

But always through the ass.