I think the titles says it all. It is my birthday and I want to be spoiled.
I have to admit I have been spoiling Myself aaaall month, not working much (yes OF COURSE I POST PICTURES DAILY ON MY TWITTER, DUH!) but I just wanted some ME time, took it easy, trained my ass off daily (yes, that is how I relax), got more involved with the sex work community, as there were lots of stuff happening in March: we struck and marched for decriminalisation of sex work #strike4decrim on Woman’s day (the most emotional march I’ve been) and also the eeeevil age verification policy, booooo, that disturbed us all, thankfully it has been postponed for now.
SOOOO, it is my birthday as I said….and we shall celebrate. Book a session with ME, or buy me nice stuff that I can wear and take pictures and wrestle and beat up people with or in them.
VOILA http://amzn.eu/8PG55YR BE LAVISHHHHHH
Here is a picture of me modelling the first Birthday present that arrived:
It was a slow, kind of uneventful night, nearly closing time, at the sex party where I’m a resident Domme and hostess. I was on my way to the smoking area to kill some time, when he approached me. Submissive, middle-aged male, man next door.
-Do you want to fuck me with a strap-on?
Not paying much attention I replied,
-I’ll think about it, maybe after my cigarette.
By the time I was at the smoking area, I had already forgotten about it. I was chatting to some other guests about long BDSM sessions, switching and pegging, when I felt a tap on my shoulder.
-Sorry to bother you, but, did You think about it Mistress?
I was semi-convinced by his persistence and fine manners, but as soon as I glimpsed his massive dildo, about the thickness and length of a half litre bottle of coke, I was already on it.
I raise my eyebrow;
-Are you prepared?
-Yes I am.
I put off my cigarette and make my way to the dungeon.
Damn right he was prepared. Gloves, lube, wipes, thoroughly douched ass and a dildo that barely fits my harness. Everything you need for some proper fun stap-on action.
He is a somewhat conservatively looking fella, office guy, grey formal trousers and a shirt.
I take his pants off, revealing a red leather jockstrap and a rock hard cock.
– Ooh la la, that’s my boy.
I grab him by his crotch and drag him to the fucking bench. I bind the straps around his calves, thighs and back as tight as it gets. There is no escape. I put a glove on my hand and insert 2 fingers in his butthole. Without much effort, 2 fingers turned 4 and before I knew it, my whole fist was in his ass. I spent about 10-15 minutes fisting him. Slow in the beginning, then faster and harder, stretching his ass, making him howl like a bitch. My fist kept disappearing in his ass as if it was a sink-hole, and although I was more than pleased with the view, I couldn’t wait anymore. I wanted to fuck him right away.
I squeeze the humongous dick in my black rubber studded harness and hold it with my 2 hands so it doesn’t fall down.
To spice up things – and mainly for my amusement – I make him repeat:
“Please Miss Kay O, fuck me with your monster cock, I beg you. I’m strap-on slut, I’ve been a very good slave, I promise, I deserve it.”
I smile as I see the monstrous lubricated cock getting swallowed by his hungry asshole.
I force the dildo in him and start fucking him like a frustrated teenager. Fast and out of control.
My 15” heels and vintage silk dress didn’t seem like obstacle, rather a prop, which turned into a wild lioness, fucking him faster and harder in every second. He’s moaning. I’m sweating. My make up is dripping. I roar while I spank him. The 10” cock is all inside him and I can feel his sit bones bumping on my hips.
I pause. I look around and realise we have an audience. The guests have circled us, in a safe diameter of 2 meters, and are looking with their mouths wide open. I take off my soaked in sweat, silk dress, I get a sip of water and start fucking him even harder.
I’m about to explode. I’m wild and wired. I’ve grabbed him by the harness with one hand and spank him with the other, while I pound him. He’s in ecstasy.
I pause every now and again, so he can beg me to keep on fucking him.
I space out. I come back again, I have both my hands around the dildo and I’m fucking his ass with the humongous dick and my 8 fingers that hug it. As I look down, I get a rush of blood to my head. I fuck him even harder. He’s screaming. He is about to come.
<<BOOM>>, I stumble. The dildo is all in his ass….but I’m not longer attached to it.
What a disaster! There goes my precious harness. My good companion in filth and lust, for 5 years let me down. Just before the grand finale. What a shame.
Yes. It did leave me a night to remember. To me, and all the other guest. And of course to my little anal whore.
But for now I’m looking for a new harness. As stylish as the one I had.
But a bit more endurable. For more thrilling experiences like this one.
If you crave an experience like this, I am now accepting harnesses to test. http://amzn.eu/9SzzJIk
Extra “care” will be given to those who put an extra effort.