Hello, Horny Readers!  Many of you are aware that there are a few stated reasons to undergo tease and denial training with Me, one of which is that I believe all male “members” should be trained to be dildos: little more than sex toys for fucking Me as hard and fast and for as long as I desire, without cumming.  But the fact of the matter is, you would be thousands of times more likely to slip your slutty cock into My foot pussy than the plump, slippery little pocket between My legs.

That’s right:  I get that most boys fantasize that they’re training to be a dildo specifically for My pleasure, and I enjoy the effort so much that I continually “move the goal posts”.  But even if I were to meet some of you in the flesh, and even if you are one of those who has a really nice cock, and even if My boyfriend didn’t mind, it’s highly unlikely that I’d ever let you climb on top of Me and slide it in, simply for the fulfillment of your own pleasure.  I’d love to make you think I would, though.  

I’d tease and tantalize, maybe make you edge for Me for weeks leading up to O/ur meeting.  I’d tell you, under the auspices of making sure you don’t think you get to throw Me around like some bar slag, that I’d want to tie you to a chair and ride you.  I’d tell you all sorts of things until by the time you arrived, you’d be close to cumming in your pants out of sheer anticipation.  I might even make out with you a little bit, do some dry-humping to further sell the story.  Then W/e’d get you all naked, tied to that chair, and I would disrobe.  I imagine the confused look on your face as I pull My chair up in front of yours, and sit in it, with a bottle of My favorite lotion in hand.  That’s when I’d ask you, sweet and sultry, “Tell Me you want to fuck My pussy.”

We both know you’d say it.  And then I would say:

“Sure, you can fuck My pussy.  My foot pussy.”

Now some of you are the type of perverts (and I use the word pervert with great affection) who’d actually prefer fucking a pair of feet to fucking a vagina, but for the purposes of My fantasy, I’m imagining that you don’t necessarily have a foot fetish.  I’m imagining that for you, as it is for most people, feet are an afterthought at best, something you appreciate in passing when they’re well-groomed, but certainly not something you’d pick over a hot, tight, slippery ladyflower, rhythmically squeezing your cock with exquisite muscular control as if it was trying not just to stimulate but to milk your balls dry.

So I like to savor the thought of your crestfallen look as I bring My legs up, bend them at the knees, lay the outer sides of My shins on your thighs, and press the soles of My pretty little feet together around your already-hard and precum-dripping cock.  I imagine it would be red at the head and I’d feel its pulsing in My soles.  I like to think about how your gaze would fall longingly on the dewy sweetness revealed by My spread legs, almost as if it was mocking you.  If you complained, I’d say, “Maybe I should put My panties back on.”  I bet that would bring you up short.  *giggle*

“Now get to fucking,”  I’d say.

“But Mistress, what about the lotion?” you’d snivel.

“Fuck My foot pussy with some gratitude and some sincerity, and I might add some.”

Hee hee!  Yes, I’m a bitch.  And a bit of a sadist.  But I guess if pigs ever fly and you and I make a fuck date, if I’ve ever told you that you finally made it and you’re worthy of being a dildo for Me, you’ll know that you’d better be sure just what pussy I’m going to give up.