Clit-Orations

I like to dress losers like you up in stockings, garters & panties and have you entertain at My parties; you know that.

And you know the trailer park tradition of making Jack & Coke’s by taking a swig of each, mixing ‘em in your mouth.

But sometimes prissy, sissy losers sissy-out & need a little something to help them make it through the party…

So that’s when they go bottoms up and we give them a little liquid courage.

Of course, the alcohol is just a primer, a base, for the other sorts of liquid courage they’ll have to take. *evil laugh*

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Whether you want it or not. Call Me; I’ll tell you all about it.

Via The Pump & Grind.

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Got a fetish for fashion? Be it shoes, lingerie, stockings, skirts — or anything — a team of fashion and fetish experts will tell you what your fetish means about you — and where it will lead you!

Shoes…

Panties…

Business suits and blouses…

Stockings…

Silky slips…

Slutty short skirts…

This special invitation only event is lead by four experts in fashion and fetish, offering everything from fetish fortune telling (where we give personality profiles and predictions based on your individual fashion fetish) to make-overs (both in terms of sissification and how to behave like a proper submissive), as well as other special offers.

Experts include *:

Slip of a Girl: A self-professed “lingerie obsessive with a kinky sensual streak,” Slip’s very popular lingerie blog and personal shopping service have been serving men and women alike for nearly 5 years.

Lusty Librarian Klaudia: Don’t let Klaudia’s own professed shoe fetish make you think her expertise is limited to footwear only — she’s a very educated girl and quite the mistress of kink!

Pinkie: A lifestyle submissive, Pinkie will approach the many pragmatics of fashion and fetish “from the point of view of the fetishized object, so to speak.” She’s also an expert in being a Lipstick Submissive TM.

Not Your Angel aka Trailer Trash Angel: This bewitching brat has been using her good looks and gypsy lineage to dominate, mock, and use men since she’s been of legal age. While in some states that’s just 4 years, this 25 year old brat says, “I may be trailer trash, but I’m pretty damn picky about My sissies!”

* The individual experts involved in your reading are based on your particular interests, style and needs. (Tributes requesting a specific expert listed to be included in your evaluation or reading will be honored.)

This special event is full of PPV buttons, offers, etc. that will not be available to anyone not on this list. So get on the list, boys & girls, because you don’t want to miss a thing!

To get on the list, message Me and beg to be added to the free “Fashion Fetish” list asap.

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Talk To The Legs, art photo found via Pinkie’s BDSM blog.

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I like summer; most people do. But summer’s where the money is for a trailer trash girl.

In winter there is the occasional, by comparison, crunch of tires on icy gravel, announcing the arrival of little piggies who come to view yours truly. But they stay in the car, with the engine off so as not to arouse suspicions while they arouse (and hope to relieve themselves of their arousal). But if breath-frosted car windows don’t block the view, my curtains drawn to keep heat in my trailer do; and then, of course, there is the matter of mittened-hands working zippers and what is inside them.

But in summer, piggies park elsewhere and sneakily creep (or so they think) into the bushes where they can (& quite often do) spy upon me. Exposing themselves to the summer environment is more comfortable, and it sure must be OK with them for they are rarely alone… It seems to me there are far more piggies in my bushes than the proverbial birds.

And the birds would have much better luck being in my hand.

From the bushes they peep, looking for signs of me. More than my comings and goings they see me in the windows — and at my favorite place, the screen door.

It’s one of those “half & half” doors; the top is screen and the bottom is that tin sort of metal. I use it to my advantage, standing before it, removing my panties and holding them up for the bush-pigs to see. They wank on their wee willies and dream.

They cannot see me, which only makes them pine more. And sometimes, when the mood strikes, I’ll toss my panties out the door onto the dirt before the steps to see what happens. I can hear the absence of the piggy pants — they freeze, including holding their breath. Will one of them run out to claim them? Will they fight for my panties?

Well, not yet. At least not that I’ve ever seen.

I sometimes call, “Sue-y!” to alert them. But they don’t need alerting; they know my worn panties are there. What they need are the balls to come forward. But balls they don’t have. Wee willies to wank, yes; balls no.

So I’ll retreat to the shadows of the trailer, where they cannot see me through the screen, and I wait. Eventually, if I do not get too bored, one of them will endeavor to come and get them. He will try to act nonchalant, strolling by, trying to act as if on a walk — and wait a minute… what’s that spot of red (or yellow, or white…) on the ground there? They squint and make like they will casually investigate; but they always chicken out.

My calls of, “Here piggy piggy piggy,” taunt them as they nearly run back into the bushes or down the drive which likely leads, somewhichway, to their car - and escape.

Other times I get bored waiting. When I remember to look for my panties I sometimes find them still there; other times I do not. I have found them behind the bushes, or on the steps to my trailer — and once, on the seat of my car — freshly laundered and delicately, reverently placed, like a rare offering. Other times, they hang soiled and used in the bushes, or, like the gift of a cat, dirty and abused, outside my door. But if the panties have been taken, returned or not, there is always a gifty for me.

Sometimes it is jewelry, or a gift card for clothes or DVDs, maybe cash, or a bottle of amaretto (my favorite, especially on ice on a summer night), perhaps, rarely, a card or note (most piggies are too timid to leave their names, especially with a pair of panties); but it’s always some little gift.

I do love summer.

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A thong by Elle Macpherson Intimates called ‘Fragrance’. I assure you, the real scent you want to bury your nose in is added by Me.

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On Monday, Secondhand Rose and I tag-teamed a sock puppet. Here’s his most recent report (and a public humiliation):

After speaking to Ms Rose for a lengthy ticking off, and further debasement, i am instructed to report to You exactly what sent me over the edge during our conversation together [hope it's not too much of a grossout]:

Specifically, She transported me to the open field where Your pictures were taken & i am kneeling before You. With You striping in front of me & Her teasing from behind, i am told to put on Your sheer stockings after You have taken them off, and asked whether i’d like to tittyfuck [vulgar language! puh-lease!] either of You.

While i’d have jumped at the chance, permission is denied, and i am told that the only way i’m getting off is if i jerk myself through the pair of Your stockings that i’ve put on, all the while You’re both berating me about what a disgusting perv i am, and how You are going to take back Your stockings, spoiled by me, and show all Your girlfriends, telling them what a seedy perv’s done to our clothing.

Despite [ok, because of] such humiliation, there was no way i could keep from copiously cumming over the edge, kneeling in a field in stockings while 2 Dommes laugh hysterically at my humiliation.

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