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It’s Time For The Great Pumpkining, Charlie Brown

you know what pumpkining is, loser. It’s when sad sacks like you are forced to relieve themselves by carving holes into pumpkins and fucking the hell out of it. ‘Tis the season.

Peter, Peter pumpkin eater,
Had a wife but couldn’t keep her;
So he stuck it in a pumpkin shell
While BBC kept her very well.

As with My other humiliating Halloween challenge, I may just agree to watch you on cam as you stick your dicklet into a pumpkin and pump away — hell, I might just let you come in it too.

fuck-a-pumpkin-pumpkining-losersMaybe.

Maybe not.

Whatever.

you’ll need My chat IDs, of course; and then you’ll need to book your session with Me. Oh, yeah, you’ll need a pumpkin too.

Don’t worry; you won’t need The Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown. A little one will do for your little pumpkin-pounder sock puppet of a cock.

In fact, you might be better off using just a small gourd. Or maybe even a cherry tomato.

But, if you’re gonna go a pumpkining a lot, get a big one and you can carve a lot of holes in it.

Pair of panties, optional.

Pervy offer valid from now through Thanksgiving.

 

 

you Should Put These On (But I Am No “Put On”)

you should put these panties on:

wearable vagina panties for sillies

Strong nylon-lycra blend panties that fit like a glove — with an attached (inserted?) faux silicone vagina!

I found these vagina panties via this post at Sex Kitten where Darla asks a slew of questions:

Yet there are men who call themselves male submissives who claim to want forced feminization. I wonder about the women who do this. Not the women who are paid to do it, that’s just a job, a service they perform for pay. They don’t need a personal interest, an opinion or a desire to do it. They just do it and collect their money.

I wonder about the women who are FemDoms as a personal thing, outside of getting paid for it. What do they think about forced feminization. Do they do it just to please him, give him what he wants? Well, that’s not what being a FemDom is about. Who is the one leading in that case? If there is a woman FemDom who actually liked forced feminization I’d like to know her thoughts about it. Why or how does it interest her.

I do see it working as a humiliation thing. That I understand, to a point. But, what does she (the FemDom) get out of that? I might give him frilly panties to wear, knowing the frills will be bulging around him and look odd when he is fully dressed.

Firstly, I’d like to address the issue of those of us being paid. Being paid for being a Femdom is just a perk for Me. Being paid doesn’t mean I am topped from the bottom or otherwise not in control. As I said in My interview (also at Sex Kitten), “This isn’t my ‘job’. I don’t do this because I have to do it. I do it because I can — and because I like it. I’m not ‘a character’; this is my life.” My being a natural bitch who loves to emasculate losers isn’t some put on. If/when I sissify or feminize anyone, it’s because I want to do so.

As for what I get out of it…

Emasculating men and leaving them weak is a hobby of Mine.

There are a number of ways to reduce or completely take away a man’s power. For some, it’s taking away their power sticks, robbing them of their dicks. For many, it’s not a far trip — replacing their little buttons with pussy panties is a snap! But of course, the ultimate is to make them service a real man. It adds to the shame of their position as a play thing for real men when the little sissy-things orgasm or are milked. It’s proof of just where they’re supposed to be.

For Me, My satisfaction lies in the “two birds with one stone” thing. Two men who want to fuck Me are now spent and, at least for a little while, I have peace to go about & do what I want unencumbered with their silly little needs.

Then too there is the arousing sense of satisfaction knowing I debased someone. That, and My Hitachi, will take Me places none of these piggies can.

As for the “forced” part, some men know what their place is, and readily submit. Others, they just need a push or a shove. It may be My commands. Or it may be good old fashioned intoxication via booze that alters their judgement. Tomato, tomatoe.

Just as long as it gets done, losers.

I See Brats

Silent Porn Star posted this photo along with her thoughts based on her own experiences. But I’m betting you just see five brats like Me, don’t you? …Or maybe you see the slutty girl you are supposed to be, sissy. Whatever you see, confess it.

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Holi-Daze Ass-ignments

Can’t find the time to schedule a call this holiday season? I have plenty of rein-dear games we can play…

Are you a boy, who dreams of Me and My panties? Click this button to start the games:

Or a gurl, who dreams of their own panties? Click here to begin play:

Ah, look how nice I am to you! It must be the spirit of the season filling Me up! (Well, something has to — it’s not you lol)

Panties

I make piggies buy panties. Not only for Me, but for themselves.

They always think they’re so smart, knowing what I’ll make them do with them. They think I’ll make them wear them. Well I do do that — but I do much more than that.

Like what, you ask?

Well, I’m not going to tell you that — not for free anyway.

I may be trailer trash, but you’re the one who gets used, not Me.

So if you want to know the twisted things I make you and other piggies do with panties, you’ll have to call or message Me. Can you manage that, loser?

Image via.

Chug

For the drunk losers — and they know who they are, a reminder of what I do to you: put you in panties and make you party ’til you puke.  Meanwhile, if your ass-pussy gets used and abused by other party guests, so much the better. I love to be entertained by your stupidity.

Image via Midori West.

A Special Event For Those With Fashion Fetishes

fashion-fetish-fortune-tellingGot 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…

If you lust after it, are bewitched, are a slave to it, it will be there!

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.

Summertime, And The Piggies Are Easy

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.