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What you should expect from the Mistress of Manners, Mistress K, when you request my service.
Some fire and brimstone is going to come showering down — and at the hilt of that storm cloud, will be little old Me. That girl you thought couldn’t even hurt a fly is currently cuffing and binding you down to a park bench at 2 am in the morning. your wearing nothing but a strap on with a cock ring hugging that imitation of a swollen piece of meat between your legs -just you and the elements - returning to your natural habitat. And you thought hacking up mucus and spitting it into a jar for the past month was odd. Especially when I said to keep it refrigerated and bring it with you on your very first appointment with me that started 3 hours earlier this day. Everything started to make sense when Mistress K used this brown slimy gel as anal lubricant that she had you apply liberally to the 10 inch strap on - the same strap on you are wearing now. Was this her plan all along? Now you long for the days to be inside quietly jerking off in your own bathroom pulling out your pubic hair strand by strand as a means of self torture. I go running down the street screaming “Police - Police! There is some crazed naked man in the park! He tried to attack me! Help!!!” Followed by wicked laughter from Me and a semi boner from you rubbing up against the latex lining of the strap-on belt, chaffing your already swore member. Funny how only hours ago I was actually courteous and used My “please” and “thank you”s. It seems as though the night has gotten away from you and you’re just taking the ride.Welcome to the big pay off! you think you’ve heard the nitty gritty, the grotty, and the naughty. Now that I have backed you into a corner - we get to find out what you’re really made of. Fight or Flight. Confess or covert - you could go to jail if you don’t tell them it was Me that put you in this “situation”, but the next appointment in my playroom would definitely mean more than a light slap on the ass. You’ll be sleeping in the cage - to be fed stale bread and tap water for two days - knowing that I am the kind of girl that will put laxatives in your drink - every bowel movement bringing the stench of guilt into your nose making you want to gag until Mistress sees fit to hose you down with a high pressure blast of cold water. When you’re weighing your options - like a good little boy - you decide to go with the nice men in the blue suits and sit in their big cage with other little boys, only to be released a few days later for your next appointment with Me.

This was your first lesson — NEVER forget to bring me my morning coffee!!

Mother fucker! I drink it with cream and sugar! What am I going to have to do with you now??? I shove a dirty gym sock from the slave I had over yesterday [[that likes to have his balls smacked hard with a ping pong paddle]] into your mouth. The salty sweat on your taste buds and the fear of what the next punishment will be - cause a butterfly effect to grow from your gutt.  You had no idea that this was the kind of thing you’d be doing when you went looking for a young Domme to bring out the submissive side of you - I walk into the kitchen and tell you to bend over and touch your toes, don’t bend your knees… I set up a video camera and point it to film you. Don’t move, I have work and will be back around 7pm - unless I decide to run errands afterwards of course. The camera is on, I’ll know if you disobey, don’t go thinking your the clever one — see you in 12 hours minimum. Maybe you should get a note pad to start writting down My preferences in, and I toss a 5 dollar bill at you… And FUCKING GET MY COFFEE RIGHT! The door slams behind me and you’re left alone, staring at your toes, more excited than you’ve ever known yourself to be.
XOXO

-Mistress K