Just as you requested, a collar on your favourite, dirty, talking madam, fully naked, on her bed. Lots of hooks on this collar for you to attach a leash to pull me along and use me as you intend. I'll bet your dick is so hard for this right now! Do you want to run your hands over every inch of this body? Stroke your cock for me. Stroke it like you're getting ready to put it inside me. I wonder where you'd put it. So many options. Which one would you pick? Maybe you'll be greedy and pick all of them.
Well, well, well... if it's not my brother! You look really embarrassed. What's the matter? Do you think I'm going to make fun of you? I am, because I know your dirty little secret! What is it about feet that causes you to get so hot and bothered? And it's not just any feet. It's my feet. My feet drive you absolutely crazy. They make your little willy get bigger. Oh, and it's not just my feet that drive you wild. You like Mommy's feet, too! If only she knew you were wanking off to her feet! What a sticky little situation we have here, dearest brother. What shall we do? We can't have you walking around getting a boner every time you see Mommy's feet or mine. And what would your friends say if they knew? I could ruin you if I wanted, but I think I'll just make you do things for me. Lots of things.
It's about time you and I had a little chat, isn't it? I've seen the way you look at me when I'm wearing tights. I've seen the way you stare. I've seen the way your cock grows in your trousers. There's something you should know. Even though we're married, we're never going to have sex. It's not going to happen. I don't want you to feel sad or feel hurt. I might allow you, maybe once a week - twice on your birthday and Christmas, maybe Easter - to masturbate in front of me. What is going to happen is, I'm going to fuck a hot man. And when I get home from fucking a hot man, I'm going to tell you all about it. I'll still be your wife. We'll be like any other married couple except that you'll never, ever get to put your cock in here.
Have you ever wondered what it would be like to lie on the floor and look up between my legs covered only by sheer tights and a sheer thong while I'm doing squats? You have? Now's your chance to see exactly what that looks like! I also do some stretching and rotating of my hips for your viewing pleasure.
Watch as I cuff my hands behind my back and then turn on the music and dance seductively in my black patterned tights, black pleather mini-skirt and white shirt. I just wanna be the girl you like.
You like my boots, don't you? These boots drive you wild, and you know that when I unzip them, you're going to see those socks that drive you crazy. Just watch this zip go all the way down. Just look at those socks. Don't take your eyes off them as you wank your dick. You're weak for them, aren't you? Do you dribble for them? Do they make you cum? What would you give to be able to run your hands over them? Do you want to sniff them? Go on... bring your face right here and smell them. Smell my white, worn socks.
Hi! I came as soon as you asked. Is there something on your mind? Oh! You liked what I did for you last time. Well, I guess you've noticed that I'm a very willing worker, loyal and dedicated. I see you've invested in some cuffs. Have you had a chance to play with these yet? My, that's a long chain between the cuffs! I'll bet I could continue working while cuffed. If you need me, I'll be at my desk wearing the cuffs.
I've had the longest day. I'm so tired. My teacher made me put my hair up. She said it was too long. Probably jealous! I absolutely hate wearing this uniform! Nobody dresses like this for work in the real world. It's stupid! I've got to get this blazer off... and loosen this tie. Aaaah... that's better. So, what do you want? Why are you here? You want me to do what? You want me to wank you off? Look at me... and look at you. Seriously? You can't possibly think that I'd say 'yes.' Let me think about it. Okay, fine, but on one condition...
Why do you like my toes so much? You suck them all the time! I wake up with both of my big toes pruned because you've been sucking them all night. Even my sweaty asshole! It gets ravashed by your tongue. We can't go on like this with you sucking my toes everytime we're sitting here watching the television. I know I've given you permission to use my feet anyway you want, but do you always have to go after only my big toes? Can't my soles get some attention, too? You only use them as your cum catcher after you've had your fill of my big toes. Well, you've got me curious now. I'm going to try them. Oh! They're actually delicious, aren't they? You can have them back now. Go on. I'll give you a countdown and you can shoot your cum wherever you want.
I arrive for a dance audition for a music video, unaware that it's for a rap song. Since I'm classically trained and don't have much experience in rap or hip-hop, I assume I should leave, but the producer invites me to stay and try-out. I'm dressed entirely wrong but he says he has something for me to change into and directs me to the changing room. What I don't realize is that he followed me there and watched as I completely undressed and then put on a very skimpy thong and high heels. Obviously, I'm shocked when I turn around and see him staring at me, but continue anyway. After selecting a song, I shake my booty for him and await his decision.
I know that you really enjoy a gorgeous, feminine beauty like myself in uniform. That's definitely not a secret, and who can blame you? We both know I'm delightfully attractive. You, on the other hand, weren't first in line to be as gifted as I. But that's okay. I'm sure you've got so many other awesome qualities. Although, I can't think of any I'm sure you must have some, don't you? You know what? Some people are just in the upper eschelons of society, and some are in the lower escelons. We know where I am... and we know where you are. And that's okay because we know that someone like you would never have a chance with someone like me. Oh, gosh! You probably think I'm really mean! I'm not mean. I'm just really good at being honest. I'm actually doing you a favor. It's almost like being in therapy. Sadly, you'll never be able to have somebody like me. I like reminding you how I'm superior. It makes me feel good. I'm afraid it's too late for you. You're far along on the path to loneliness. You're never going to experience a woman in uniform, but I'm sure there must be something good about to come your way. Certainly not a woman like me, but something. I don't know what since I know nothing about being in the lower eschelons, but I'm sure you know lots about it. So maybe this isn't like therapy at all, but because I only know things that are fancy and smart and wonderful, and you know about being scruffy and cheap and not being very fortunate in life, perhaps I can't help you at all. Well, I think you've had enough of my time now. Besides, I'm bored.
