Bitch, please…

I woke up in a very dominant mood this morning… I guess that means I was on the right side of the bed 😉   Now, I’m in need of my bitch! I need someone who’s ready to don a tight collar and be pulled around on my leash— on all fours like the animal you truly are, of course. And it should go without saying that you’ll heed my every command. When I tell you to sit, you sit. When I tell you to roll over, you roll over. When I tell you to pleasure me softly with your tongue, you pleasure me with the best damn oral you’ve ever given. And when I tell you to stop, you stop. Remember, only I am in control and you are merely my loyal servant. Well, my bitch to be exact.

Should I grant you the opportunity to speak, you may only address me as “Mistress Phoenix.” Failure to do so will result in punishment— but rather than a slap on the rear or a harsh berating, my punishment comes in the form of denying you the pleasure I know you’re dying to receive. It’s the cruelest torture of all, and I’m terribly good at it 😉  But if your tongue slips and you call me “My Enchantress,” then I might be inclined to be more lenient with my punishment. Just don’t try to test your limits too much— I can be a very kind master or a merciless one. As my bitch, you must perform a number of services for me… whether it’s polishing my stilettos one by one, sucking my toes for my own satisfaction, giving me massages and manicures, acting as a stool for me to sit on while I do my makeup, etc, etc. The list goes on and on! Most of all, I may want to use you as my personal sex toy… if I’m suddenly overcome with the urge to play with *certain* parts of your body, or make you assume special positions, then you must obey.

Now, I’m tired of all this talk— I need action. Are you ready to come and be my bitch? If so, you better hurry, because you know I don’t like to be kept waiting…