Miss Strict Says . . .

Shoe Slut Fun

Miss Strict — Tue, 02 Feb 2010 02:54:15 +0000

This is a thank you to Domina Dea for inviting me to her tea party. Click on the shoe.

Shoe Slut Fun by Miss Strict

Imagine a tea party with 4 beautiful ladies on a sunny afternoon enjoying each others company and sharing tawdry tidbits. There’s a knock on the door.

“Come in.”

It was you … there to do a service, examine the table legs. It said so right on your card, Table legs examined free. Ha, free. Not only that, it says free estimates! Satisfaction guaranteed.

You wasted no time in starting your job. In fact, you were a little too enthusiastic. For a few minutes, none of us knew you were there, until, Lady Tori put a hand to her lips and her eyes widened! I looked under the table to see if it was the hostess’ dog. Nope, it was sitting right next to me waiting for crumbs.

We continued talking and then I felt something brush MY legs! The dog was still sitting next to me. I let you lick the bottom of my shoes. They were new and I walked up the gravel walkway to the house. I wasn’t going to kick a gift horse in the mouth. After you were done with mine, you must have moved to the next woman, and then the next…that is until the hostess peaked under the table and saw you on your back! Your tongue was reaching for Miss Margrit’s foot!

Did you even notice the laughter? Your face was as flush as a sunburned baby’s butt. She dragged you out from under the table by your feet onto the middle of the floor. Your mouth was open in a big O. Oh yes, it was big enough to stuff a foot in it. But that’s what you wanted. You wanted our feet in your mouth, starting with the shoes.

She was already barefoot except for her stockings and pressed and rubbed the sole of her foot on your face and mouth. I touched your crotch with my freshly polished, by your tongue, leather heels.

“Let’s pull HIS shoes off!”

and off came the shoes, then the socks, and yes, then the pants.

One of the ladies placed her shoe right over your nose. We could see your eyes roll back in your head. We poked and prodded you with our feet until we tired. We dragged you back under the table to do some REAL service while we continued our lunch.

Our hostess passed the tea and cookies all around. The shortbread was sinful and the Mexican cookies divine but what was even more special was the tonguing you were providing under the table. I never thought it was possible to get a warm wet foot massage with someone’s tongue. How did you manage to squeeze in between my toes without putting a run in my stockings? However you did put a run in the hostess’ stocking. I don’t think she particularly liked that no matter how good your tongue bath was.

For a whole hour you were licking and inhaling our feet while peeking up our skirts. Surely you knew us each by smell. It was time for a quiz.

Did you like the pantyhose blindfolds? I thought it was brilliant myself. Somehow all our shoes were in a pile. It was a challenge to figure out whose shoes were whose. You were to supposed to put the shoes on the right person by smell. The hostess had the baby taser. When you made a mistake, you got zapped. How many times was that? I lost count, but it was a lot of fun to watch.

The entertainment was great, the foot massage sublime, but it was time for you to go. I’m sure the hostess will find some more furniture legs that will need inspection in the future. I want to be there when you return … shoe slut.

Pass the Buck

Miss Strict — Mon, 14 Dec 2009 04:16:25 +0000

Do you have secrets that you don’t want anyone to know about … but you do? You’ve come to the right place. Just click on the buck!

Miss Strict’s Rules for Anal Play – Preparation

Miss Strict — Sun, 06 Dec 2009 02:49:17 +0000

Our first lesson will be getting ready for anal play. I’m sure you are an anxious student or you wouldn’t be reading this. *smirk*

If you’ve never explored anal play, there are a few VERY important things to keep in mind, be careful what you stick in your ass.

1. Don’t use anything that can get stuck or lost, from Home Depot, or your local hardware store.

2. Do spend the money to get a safe, wide bottom butt plug, use lube and work up from there. This is not the time to be thrifty. You can’t replace an asshole.

Check out of my favorite websites for anal advice, Tristan Taormino’s PuckerUp.

The Training of a Cyber Slut

Miss Strict — Fri, 04 Dec 2009 04:16:24 +0000

One of my trainees submitted a report on her training. Let the slut speak for herself. Enjoy.

Training of a Cyber Slut

Master: Do you like to know what really got me off? You just played with yourself! Write it down, describe in detail! It is hot and yes – a little humiliating but NOT degrading right!? Exhilarating! Do you get it? Wanna play now?

cyber_slut: Those words got me so hot…I was hot all day…willing to play with you any way I could. While I waited for the baited game I teased my little pussy…she spoke to me…”come on…must cum soon or will explode.” I hung on to every direction and read the email rules several times, worried I’d get something wrong. There was no need to stroke pussy, she was talking to me already…humming between my legs.

Master: YUMM CHATTY PUSSY!

I imagined Master talking to me…not touching his dick…looking for responses…standing at times…firing off instructions and controlling commands…and his little bitch listened…to his every fucking word. I was sooooo glad he could play….cards could have said ‘go fly a kite’ but I slowed down to read the cards. The words and pussy remained hot and throbbing.

Master: AHH NO NO – REREAD THE CARD TASK – EVEN IF YOU DREW THREE BLACKS – SAY 8, 4, 9 YOU HAVE 21 MINUTES! SO DON’T PLAY OR NO CUM! SOONER OR LATER THE RED ONE WILL TURN UP. OH THAT WAS SO HOT!!

When he said ‘cum’…it was the trigger and I exploded with fireworks in my closed eyes. Music was blaring in my ears. I almost bit my lip! Come back, come back down. Ok, check the email.

cyber_slut: What’s next, do I go on?

Master: ‘YES! Continue’.

I did.

Once I floated down from that one, my response was a little more coherent. Then another mail from him said

Master: CUM

Hot damn! No need to tell me twice! I squeezed my hands between my legs and almost broke fingers. In my mind’s eye, I saw him standing in a commanding position over the keyboard, cigarette smoke floating up from his ashtray, just like my passion and heat.

cyber_slut:Are you smoking?

Master: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH – YES! BUT THE CIGARETTE IS IN ASHTRAY — NOT IN MY MOUTH! LOLOLOL

When I read the directions again, it said I could hold his dick and stroke his balls. I ached to do this…so badly and in my imagination, I did it….Awwww.. My pussy throbs as I type.

I envisioned pushing the foreskin back with my lips. I squeezed my thighs and typed with one hand. I was still sliding back from the cum. My left leg was hanging off the chair, pants’ zipper almost broken, my fingers were pulling out stringy honey from my pussy. I thought to lick it…but…left it for him to decide what to do.

cyber_slut: There was lots and lots of juice, almost like a man shooting cum..

Master: OH WOW OH WOW – A HOT cyber_slut GUSHER?

With my legs all wobbly, I almost fell out of my chair in a vain attempt to gather myself and realized I’ve turned into Master’s cyber slut! I admitted this to him through tears.

Master: BUT YOU ARE A GOOD CYBER SLUT AND YOU WILL GET BETTER

Cyber_slut: God, I’m almost cumming again, but I gotta type this! My eyes were red from the intensity and consistency of cums. I could not stop cumming!

Master: STOP

Fuck no! I wanted to go on! The bastard! I hate to disobey, but I…just…have…to…CUM!!!

cyber_slut: The desire to please is stronger than the need to cum! How can that be? How?

Master: EASY! ONE CUM COMES FROM ANOTHER! WOW! I’LL KEEP THESE EMAILS! OH WOW I WANT MORE~ SOON!

And so it happened. I was addicted.

The next day, he wanted feedback on our scene from the night before. So, I told him I was charged and was writing one of my best stories. My head was on fast forward, the music was on. The story was coming through my fingers! But I knew, if I play while I write, the words won’t come. The play will distract me from the writing.

cyber_slut: What is it that turn you on? Me playing with myself while I type messages to you or being able to control my cum?

Master: All of it! You!! The fact that you are playing with yourself and cumming while you write! SHIT!! YESTERDAY I HAD A RAGING HARD ON THINKING OF cyber_slut PLAYING WITH HERSELF AND CUMMING AND CUMMING!!! HOWEVER, IT WAS STRONGER THAN BEFORE! WILL YOU DO IT FOR ME SOON?

cyber_slut: Does a bear shit in the woods?

But I had another question, *big grin*

cyber_slut: Did you cum when you had a raging hard on?

Master: YES! I DID CUM ON YOU! I mean, in my fantasy, cyber_slut was nude, had a butt plug and bondage bra and was cumming for me! That’s why I asked if you will do it for me soon.

cyber_slut: OMG!

Wanted: Human Toys

Miss Strict — Sat, 28 Nov 2009 22:06:57 +0000

I need some volunteers to toy with, tease and deny. Can you stand it?

Naughty Little Bitch!

Miss Strict — Tue, 13 Oct 2009 23:28:08 +0000

Bad girls sit in the back of the class and chatter. If they’re not chattering, they are touching their naughty bits. Are you one of those little bitches? Would you want this to happen to you? My bet is yes!

Strict Miss Game

Miss Strict — Sat, 03 Oct 2009 22:51:56 +0000

Little sluts . . . You know who you are. Don’t tell me your dick can’t get hard. There is a remedy for that. Who said you have to cum to have fun? Who?! Get your spatula and sit in the corner and DON’T forget to bring your ears for listening!