Shoe submissive Steve sent me a new pair of boots.

I love wedge heels.

Thank you Steve!

Shoe submissive Steve sent me a new pair of boots.

I love wedge heels.

Thank you Steve!

A submissive recently locked his cock into a chastity cage and sent me the keys to begin training with me. Here they are:

I have both keys so he’s locked into the device until I send them back. When will I send them back? Oh…not for awhile!
I’m talking to a panty boy sissy slave right now. He has several panties with him.
Panties
purple
white
black
blue
beige
brown
Madam Cynthia gave him some of these panties which he loves to wear. Sometimes Madam Cynthia and I dominate this slave together. We have such fun with him.
Right now New York Panty Sissy is wearing the white panties and blue panties. He’s also wearing black thigh highs. He wants everyone to know that he loves panties and that he has to follow all of my direct orders.
Guess who’s back?

That’s right! Sera is back taking calls. I think she’s overdue for a good spanking. Want to help out? Call (575)770-4575 or (505) 217-6110.
Slave Cindy likes to wear slut heels and panties while we talk. Today he took a picture of himself for my blog.

You’re a good girl Cindy.
The next installment of Tony’s sexual adventures.
Part 2
It was a regular session. My massage sessions were pretty consistent. I’d pick the prettiest, youngest girl they had available. This place had changed recently from all Russian attendants to American ones – mostly Hispanic. The girls usually lived in New York and commuted out to Jersey for work.
The girl I picked this afternoon was a gorgeous Hispanic girl with very smooth, dark skin, long jet black air, and large breasts. Her outfit showed her figure off very nicely too. She looked about 22 years old, maybe 25 tops. I was shaking then too – I always do when I do this. Over the years I’d visited so many of these places, and I’d developed a pattern. At first, I was so nervous I couldn’t really say much. As time progressed, I needed more than just a rubdown and a “tug”. I wanted conversation. I wanted to expose myself to them. I would tell them my story – what I did for a living (that usually relieved them because it meant that I wasn’t a cop). The girl today had me lie on my stomach to start. Then she rubbed me gently all over. Within ten minutes she was rubbing between my thighs more and more, gently running her long nails against my skin. She would bend over from the top of the table, and I’d feel those breasts press against me as her pelvis pressed against the top of my head. Finally, she whispered those magic words into my ear, while her breasts pressed against my arm and her fingers continued to trail along my skin, “Do you want to turn over now Sweetie?”
“Yes, ma’am,” I said, and turned over on the table. My cock sprung up immediately. I was shaking all over, as I usually was. Normally, I run a little hot, and I sweat easily, but in these circumstances I usually feel chilly and tense up. The Hispanic girl looked me up and down, and started to rub the fronts of my legs, coming closer and closer to my balls. Then she moved over to my stomach and chest. She ran her nails all along my skin, again getting close to my cock without actually touching it. My cock was bobbing on it’s own. I raised up on my elbows to get a better look at this gorgeous girl giving me a rubdown.
She looked up at me and smiled. Then she raised her eyes and moved to my ear again. “Would you like anything else?” She smiled.
“Oh, yes, ma’am,” I said.