The Dyck Slayer-I Slay, You PAY!!

Mmmm Nothing compliments an Autumn day here in Philly like COLD HARD CASH! But things can quickly heat up when that cash is coupled with a slave who is willing and able to serve, suffer and sacrifice for his Ebony Dyck Slaying Mistress, Goddess Monique. PrincessAddict comes and goes every now and then but when he comes, he comes ready to serve with a cock to offer as his sacrifice and his wallet to pay for that sacrifice. PrincessAddict has a smoking fetish. Not only is he a pack a day Malboro man but he loves when his Mistress sits parched on her throne, dominant legs crossed, leather strappy high heel boot covered feet swinging back and forth lightly, slender Newport Menthol trapped between 2 perfectly manicured fingers as he awaits patiently on his hands and knees to be treated like a pathetic human ashtray. But yesterday I was not in the mood to ONLY have him flicker his own ashes in his mouth and swallow them down like fiery candy. And I wasn’t going to do the lame “stick out your tongue so I can put out my butt” routine. No we played a game of heads or tails. Heads, he mashed his flaming cigarette out on the head of his dick. Tails: he mashed his flaming cigarette out on his shriveled up balls. Ooooh Princess Addict became so excited I could see his pathetic mini meat standing at attention on camera. His hands shook with excitement as he took trembling drags on his smoke. About mid-way through, I told him to flip his quarter. And so he did. And it landed on heads. He said but Mistress, I haven’t finished my cigarette. I told him don’t question me, bitch. Put the fucking cigarette tip to your dick and feel that flame. I laughed at his screams. He tributed like a good bitch and the game went on a little longer. But then I quickly became bored as most Geminis do so I had him send me another tribute and then sent him to fetch his jar of Vaseline. He greased his balls up wondering what my twisted and sadistic mind could be up to now. HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! I made him grab his cigarette light and sit on the very edge of his chair so that his nasty hair balls hung over the edge. And then I made him flicker that flame. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Your nuts roasting over an open fire (In my Nat King Cole voice) Ball hairs burning from the roots. HAHAHAHA! He screamed, winced, begged, pleaded Goddess what can I do to end this suffering…? My response: Send me a tribute bitch. A nice one. He said right away & sent a fabulous tribute through Niteflirt. $$$$ That’s right bitches. I Slay, You Pay. (giggle)

An ass fetish boy came to me yesterday begging to see me on cam as he just can’t get enough of my perfect round ass encased in a pair of sexy black nylons.

So I teased and taunted him, dyck slaying his miserable carcass of a penis in another way. I teased him with my lucious round ass in those nylons until he damn near started crying. He wanted so badly to stroke. He needed me to part my sexy full lips and grant him permission to stroke. He NEEDED me to allow him his 5 seconds of fame as he shot his nasty load all over himself. He needed to do something to make ME happy, FIRST. What’s the magic words, asspig? “Goddess, how can I end this suffering?” Me: Simply bitch, send a tribute. A nice one. (giggle) And so he did. And so I ended his suffering…for all of about 5 minutes. That’s about how long his stroking lasted before he bust his pathetic nut. But I got that cock rock hard again with a picture of me in a sexy red thong with my ass covered in shea butter, glistening in the light. I think I heard him scream….Queen of Blue Ball Itis-The Dyck Slayer. I slay, YOU PAY!!! Later bitches. (wicked laughter)

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