The one kind thing I'll do...

********is set you FREE...********
"Strong women intimidate boys, but excite men."
... let's have you dance for your mistress upon that deliciously blurry little line, and suffer the sweetest exhilaration of self-discovery.

A modest confession... I am a vampyre, an erotic priestess of the highest order, untouchable, sweet, condescending, aloof, quite adorable, elegant, demanding, sensually sadistic, and oh so amused by all the cutest weaknesses boys just like you find so compulsive and compelling.

As the head of a cult of carefully selected, vampyric priestesses and Our human property, I welcome new supplicants to join and feed Our ranks. Blood has no interest for us. No, we seek the energy connection of power exchange, of endless devotion expressed in the gesture of your lips to Our polished toenails, and the artistry of weaving the perfect web onto which your helpless limbs might cling everlastingly.

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

A TRUE STORY: Monday Night in the Life of Bella: Golden Nectar

So, on Monday night, I enjoyed the company of a certain someone with whom I always find myself in particularly debaucherous, magical encounters. He's in his late 20's, he shaves his head, has some tattoos, and is some kind of doctor. He thinks he's a real punker, despite his suburban and yuppied inclinations...toss in a dash of elitism, and you've got him. Why does any of this matter? Who really even cares?


So, somewhere along in our evening, filled with big laughs and good times, the subject of sucking cock came up. This little fucker LOVES sucking long veiny wet meaty dick. We had a hot encounter a while ago, in which I kicked him on the floor and made him suck a guy's dick till his will was thoroughly destroyed. And, when we get together, it comes back up. He needs meat down his throat.

Needless to say, we missed our meat connection and were both at the end of or rope (Yes, I'll keep you updated!). Now, dear readers, he has another inclination.... when he can't suck cock, he loves drinking piss. Due to the woeful state of cocklessness, we decided to go play together... we had to. And after the purchase of a 1.5 Liter bottle of Evian, and a SoBe LifeWater 0 (Black Cherry Dragon Fruit flavor), we found ourselves careening down the road in a surrealistic shared high.
Side by side in his black Accord. A punkish doctor and a professor dominatrix, quiet, in a silent tunnel of focus, excitement, zen, anticipation, calm, intensity.... like we were both going to blow our selves up or rob a bank.... he mentioned his subbie high, and I mentioned my dom high. We were out of our minds.

We headed straight to the Boca doctor's office in which he worked...right to the a room filled with mundane office equipment, typically filled by nurses and technicians.

There's much more to the encounter, though I'll zing you right to the grande finale.
There this boy was, his big fat dick all whipped and bruised...on his back in the middle of a cold, tile floor, surrounded by rolling chairs and computer desks. I walked to a counter and stripped down my clingy black panties. There was that Evian Bottle... the contents inside me and ready to come out ...ready to go INTO him. We both ached to have my hot wet urine wash over his teeth and tongue, down his throat inside him. We joked about whether he'd be able to take it all or possibly vomit at some point. We laughed. With a quickness, the bottom of that empty bottle was sliced off. Crouched over him, in a tight zipped down shirt, my big pale breasts almost toppling right out, I looked down at his lightly bearded face. Beards on young professional guys are so fucking pretentious. "OPEN YOUR MOUTH." His plump lips opened. I jammed my thumb in there and pried further... jammed that threaded neck of the water bottle right in there between his jaws. "HOLD IT." The lower half of his face expressed delight....he'd give anything to have his lips around something hard and unremitting... but the upper half, his eyes, expressed an element of terror.
The boy new me. We'd done some things. He knew that when it came time to actually commit the acts he claimed he wanted, there was NO GOING BACK. That I would, as I did in a vacant house once, kick him down on the ground or suddenly shock the hell out of him with a hard blow to the face if he didn't get me off. And, I don't get off in the usual way. I get off degrading him.

So, the bottle in place, I hovered over him. I just shaved my lips and everything else, so I had to be certain to have good aim with my urine. There's something about overpreparing for pee drinking... by the time I go, I feel such an urge that I have to use my victim as a toilet. It can be difficult at times, since I frequently, unlike most of the prodommes I know, get really fucking aroused (I'm getting hot right now just writing this!) in my sessions.
So, hovered above him in heels and a tight shirt, I aimed my clit in the general direction of that opening. I held on to a counter to steady myself, and started stroking my lips. I slapped his face. I ran my fingers over my soft white thigh. The moment lasted a while to me. It was too good to relinquish. Then, the storm clouds broke, and a gush of pale golden liquor came out in a heavy, unbroken torrent. The bottle started filling with my hot piss, and this boy guzzled like some desperate freshman in a fraternity initiation drinking contest. I wanted him to not even swallow, I told him. I wanted him to train his throat to stay open, so my piss would just pour directly and deeply inside him as though poured down and extension of that funnel.

Then, as the last drops came out of me, and my hot wet pussy still hovered over... as I stared down at him and he began to lose his battle to drink the liter still left in that face-piss-funnel. Yes, something cracked. Maybe he was so high he started smiling, just a touch, and the result was a tsunami, a tidal wave, a wall of piss that somehow gushed everywhere, all at once washing over his face and half his body...he went from drinking to being hit with an instant liter of it. He lay there in a wading pool on the tile floor, thoroughly drenched, nude, like some kind of beached sea animal.

"SO, you can't even drink piss right!"
"i'm sorry...i.....i....i..uhhhhhh......i....."
"NO fucking excuses... turn over...NOW!!!!!!"

He tried getting onto his hands and knees for me, sliding around a little on the slippery ceramic floor tiles, in his urine sloshed slip and slide office. Now shakily on all fours, my hand darted toward the back of his neck, and shoved him immediately back down... he slipped down with the entire front half of his body in the pool of piss.

"Now THERE you fucking go, like a bad DOG! See the fucking mess YOU made?!?!?!?"
I mashed the front and side of his face into the tidal pool of piss...mashed it like the high, angry, piss obsessed bitch I was at that moment, eager to drown him in that fabled 1" of fluid. Mashed him sloppily and cruelly. I was getting off.
"Now you DRINK that piss of the ground!.... Jerk your loser dick!"

He frantically reached for his dick while sputtering in piss, and touched of for a good two or three strokes. He came instantaneously, and had special chaser for my piss.

Another Monday night in the life of Bella!


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