Slayer Erotica- Silver Chains, Leather Crops & Black Cocks

Posted by monique | Male Humiliation and Degradation,Niteflirt Fetish Goddess,The Dyck Slayer | Monday 24 November 2014 1:20 am

As I begin to prepare for the release of my fifth novel (2nd Erotic novel) my creative juices have been flowing tremendously, so I have decided to bless some of you kinky sluts with  few short stories.

Some of you know that I am an author. For those who are my closest slaves, you even know the titles of my work and have been fortunate enough to see me at some of my book signings. But there are some of you who have no idea how wicked I can be when it comes to telling a compelling tale. Some of the stories I will be sharing with you will be based on some truths, some personal experiences that I have had during real time sessions, while most of the stories that I share with you will be strictly from my own twisted, sadistic, kinky imagination. The beauty about fiction is that all Fiction comes from some truth.

The tale that I am going to be sharing with you will be dished out in “parts” Today you will get part one. I will always give a little preview of the erotic tale, but in order for you to make it to the end, you’ll have to pay like all the rest. I’ve already unleashed this tale to some of the good boys who were fortunate enough to survive my cuts this weekend and they are already hooked, waiting for more. I bet some of those naughty sluts were even jerking off as they read. Of course they were!

So below is a snip it of the first tale- “Silver Chains, Leather Crops, and Black Cocks, which will be co-starring my partner in crime Duke, that many of you have heard of, some have had the pleasure of seeing photos of him and his marvelous dick but only a select few have met him during a rel time session as he always comes along as my personal guard. Get your dick wet with this kinky BDSM tale and let the ball busting games… BEGIN

Jinx waited anxiously for my arrival, eager to serve me on his hands and knees. He was stripped down to absolutely nothing but his skin suit adorned with flabby folds of skin, beastly hairs running up and down his meaty legs and covering his 34C cup man titties. He was nowhere near attractive and was aware of his less than appealing physical appearance, fully understanding that the only way he had a chance in hell of being in the presence of a gorgeous woman such as myself was to pay, and pay handsomely.

I stepped up to his door dressed in a short, black leather mini skirt barely covering the tight, roundness of my amble, ebony ass which was chased by a pair of sexy, long shapely legs that went on for days. Though I stand just below 6 ft tall, my 5 inch heels accentuated my tall statute making me appear even more tempting, dominant and sexy. I adjusted the strap to my black leather shoulder bag which held all of the items needed for taming and maming this pathetic, fat bitch and rang the door bell. My guard and sexy black stud stood close behind in part to guard my body but to also feel the electrifying heat escaping my ass and engulfing his crotch. I could faintly feel his erection as he moved in closer. My Black Stud Duke, standing at an intimidating 6 ft 5 inches, had wide shoulders, a broad chest and an almost perfect stomach. Not exactly wash board abs, but sexy enough to take any bitch’s breath away- male or female.

The door opened partially and I crossed my arms over my chest impatiently, wondering what the hell was Jinx doing.

“Um, Fat-Ass, you better open this door and greet me as you should.” I said to him in a commanding tone. He opened the door wider and I could see where he was almost trying to hide his naked, flabby body behind it. “Come from behind the door, Fat-Ass. Don’t play with me.” I snarled at him.

“Yes Mistress,” he stammered before apprehensively coming from behind the door. Duke and I both laughed when we saw his disgusting, pink 3 inch penis struggling to stand at attention. His erection was a joke and Duke and I spared no feelings as we laughed loudly at him.

“Damn, look at that little piece of shit,” Duke chuckled. “Little Fat fuck couldn’t butt fuck a rat.”

I laughed out loud as I pushed the door open and strutted inside with Duke following behind. Jinx closed the door and began walking behind us also when I stopped him.

“You know better, Fat-Ass. On your hands and knees. Crawl to me, bitch, and greet me as you should.” I ordered him.

Jinx dropped down to his hands and knees and crawled over to me. He kissed the toe of my stilleto heel, one after the other and then crawled behind me.

“May I have the honor of kissing your divine ass, Goddess Moniq…” His words were cut off when Duke aggressively put a silver choker around his neck which was attached to a 12 inch leash and then yanked on it. He gagged a tad as though he were choking and then whimpered.

I stuck my hand out with a seductive, yet sadistic grin on my face and Duke handed the leash to me. “Who’s your Goddess, Fat-Ass?” I asked seductively as I pulled him along with me while I made my way to our session chair. His fat, flabby ass dragged along behind me making a panting noise like a dog in heat.

“You are, Mistress…” Jinx replied and he perched himself up on his knees while I climbed onto the chair with my perfect, round ass up in the air.

“How bad do you want to worship this ass, bitch?” I asked him as I looked over my shoulder.

He was breathing deeply as he looked from my plump, juicy ass parked in front of him, back to my face. “Mistress… I’d do anything,” he said breathlessly.

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