I am now offering double sessions with My best pal and play-partner ERIS BENT
She was very kind to write this for you:
For sometime now, me and my stunning playmate have been the subject of tall tales and nasty rumours. This is some of what we heard whispered about us:
We always appear when least expected. Taking the back entrance.
We look like sisters, but we never look the same.
We seem to know our victim’s innermost desires, and use this against them.
No one has any idea what we really want.
We are madly in lust.
The jury is still out on the question which one of us is more badass.
Apparently, they also say that the truth is too hot to handle.
The truth? Let me me tell you the truth.
Yes, we are sisters. The twisted sort.
No, we don’t have super powers. Merely a myriad of skills, talents and kinks between us.
We are alike in many ways, but also very, very different.
I am, as you know, a devious wordsmith. Crafting sizzling role-play scenarios really gets me going. Almost as much as expertly wielding my extensive collection of sophisticated torture instruments, striking good looks, CP implements, razor-sharp wit, strap-on cocks and fiendishly difficult missions.
I often employs sexual wiles to get my way. Which sometimes becomes a double edged sword for all involved. Especially while distracted by my kink-sibling’s presence…
Submitting to Miss Kay O is like being caressed by a beautiful shiny pistol. Fully loaded. I like to toy with our prey. Have a giggle. At first, the victim believes that if he cooperates, things would get better. Deliriously better. That I am on his side. Do not be fooled. I’m a martial arts expert, who can, and will, break you by simply flexing my buns. The things I can do with my body to yours defy the laws of nature. Also, you can kiss your balls goodbye.
There is much truth in the rumour we love to attack from behind.
When we pounce, you wouldn’t know what hit you.
We will wrestle you down, toss you around, overpower you with our strong lithe bodies and use yours in whichever ways tickle our fancy. Once you are subdued and panting hard, we will interrogate you ruthlessly. There are no right answers.
Just when you reach the edge of endurance, our breath will become a little laboured. Our pulses faster. Our skins flushed. The pain will stop.
Beware. This isn’t a sign we’re going soft. Only that we have lost interest.
In you, that is.
Bound, gagged, and unable to move a muscle, you will know the meaning of true torture when we turn to each other. Grasping the essence of exquisite agony when we will start playing, inches away from your restrained body.
If you make gasp too loudly, you’ll be hooded. Forced to blindly smell our sweat and arousal, to helplessly listen to ringing slaps and moans of pleasure.
At this point, you’d gnaw your arm off to be able to see, taste, touch.
Tough shit. The cuffs are too tight.
Sometimes we will taunt you. Pausing to briefly brush lips, a breast, or a crotch, against your naked, immobilised, body. Perhaps even stroke your engorged cock – then whack it. Or indulge ourselves in a spot of CBT.
Maybe, if you are very good, we will make you our bitch. Our bumboy. Ride your ass and face, trapping you between twin cocks, twin cunts, one of each at both ends.
This would push most over the edge. But I know for a fact that some of you are made of hardier – or greedier – stuff.
So, can you handle the truth?
Beatdown, spanking and strap-on fun…I’m having the time of my life in my new promo video. I find my little weak macho man victim flexing in my mat-room. I come off my stiletto killer heels, and the rest is history..takedowns, domination wrestling, one sided boxing, foot worship, ball busting, nipple torture, ass worship, bondage and of course humour 🙂
Pleased to Beat you:
https://vimeo.com/306778552
As some of you know already (my regulars and my twitter followers), I had a small accident that kept me off work for a few months.
I am now back in London and available for all sorts of dominations and fetish meetings.
I have a long list of things planned for the new “academic” year and I am very excited to share my plans with you.
Firstly, I want to give my website a makeover. I’m planning a film shoot very soon, currently looking for a producer. It will involve some good ol’ beatdown —> wrestling —> bondage, and then the fun begins, foot worship, torture, CP, nipple play, face sitting, you name it, it’s there…In regards to my outfit, I think I’ll go for a PVC leotard and stiletto heels (barefoot in the end of course).
Stay tuned for my next plans xx
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.”
-Cute.
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.