Mr. Dicklette

A repost from another one of my sites because this is a very special letter:

A little beggar subbie of mine, Dicklette, sent me this the other day. I told him not only would I share it with him, but I’d continue to make his life a living hell!

Why won’t you let me hear you cum Hailey?
You’ve heard me cum so many times - why won’t you give me the pleasure of hearing your orgasm? Is it a power thing?
I know you have cum during our last three sessions Hailey.
I know you came when you forced me to lie on my back and swallow your double-headed dildo. You straddled me and I had the pleasure of gazing up at both your holes as you fucked my face. You shamelessly played with your clit, inches above my mouth. As you came, I hungrily awaited my reward as your juices ran down the dildo and onto my lips.

But you did not make a sound Hailey.

 I know you came when you forced me to my knees in front of you and invited me to lick your boyfriend’s cum from your pussy. You knew I could resist the chance to taste you. And I saw the evil look on your face as you released his semen into my mouth. I know you came as you grinded your pussy into my hungry face and told me I would somebody take his cum from the source. I relished as the wave of your soaking orgasm washed away the semen in my mouth.

But still you were silent Hailey.

Finally, I know you came as you savagley fucked me with your most cruel strapon dildo. When you popped my anal cherry last week you were firm but merciful; but last night you let go, pushing your 9-incher through my rectum and into my bowels. I felt the huge head of the cock against my tailbone, and I felt your fingernails rip into the skin of my back as you came, violently pounding my ass.

But still not a sound from you.

Hailey, I need to hear you cum. You can shame me, rape me or crush my balls. But please let me hear your orgasm.

Please Hailey. 
love, dicklette

What a little groveling bitch! I can’t lie, all his begging gets my pussy a tad moist. I’ll let him hear when I decide it is time to hear. Beggars can be chosers! 
I bet your begging will do the same.


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Mr. Crackhead Minivan or the Sad Story of a Wasted Sub

So for a week this suburban crackhead has been saying he was going to call yours truly for a session.

Yea, right.

Well he started to one night, this I know, but the dude was too loaded to dial. Seriously, he had apparently drowned his miserable self a bath of Jack Daniels and powdered himself afterwards with a couple of grams of shitty, speed-cut blow.

"Madame Hailey, I'm trying..." he blabbered along with other bullshit. Then our chat session went dead, I moved on to some more worthy worms.

The next day I received a message with Mr.Crackhead Minvan not only begging my forgiveness, but telling me this huge sob story about his wife walking in. That he was a family man gone awry.

 Insert violin music.

I don't like those who grovel. I also don't like liars. And if anyone is going to be that intoxicated it is because I force it upon them!

"How can I make it up to you?" he pestered me all day long. Bor-ING!

Well I won't bore you with what happened in the interim, but he did make it up to me. Just a little bit.

He called me, number one. And let me tell you he got humilated beyond belief. This time, he wasn't getting hammered on his own. No, we had a forced intox session from hell and let's just say his wife came home to find him not only in pool of his own vomit, but with her panties in his mouth and a dildo in his ass. As she screamed at him, he told her that he was "Madame Hailey's little Ass Fag."

Word on the street was that his wife was so turned on to see her husband finally fess up to his pathetic ways that she right then and there hiked up her skirt and pissed all over his sad face and locked him away for the rest of the weekend.

How do I know this, because Mr. Crackhead Minivan IS my ASS FAG. He has not fully reedemed himself for being a liar, but he did manage to find his way to my gift list that's listed here on my blog and being so indecisive, he sent me a Amazon Gift card.

It's a start.

Forced Bi

There are so many guys out there who are just dying to get nailed in the ass. They crave cock, but they're too big of a pussy to really go out and be the bottom they really are. So that's where I come in.

I take the wannabe cum-guzzler and FORCE them into the bisexual situation they just NEED to be in.
I might make them suck cock, or several cocks. Sometimes, I might make them give up their asshole to a guy with a giant shlong or a whole posse of black dudes with horse sized cocks. Whatever the situation it is, I will ensure that the closeted bi-boy will get what he needs. That might be a mouth full of cum, a stretched out asshole or both.

So you closet fag, call me and tell me how much you are just dying to get your faced fucked and ass pounded.

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