H is for Hands and Knees, Bitch

There is something so powerful and liberating about standing above a groveling male. What the weakling did to get into that position doesn't really matter. All that matters is that I look wicked sexy in a pair of shiny black leather boots that have just been licked clean. He won't be licking anything else so I don't need to worry about his poor tongue being tired. If he makes the mistake of saying anything other than what I instruct him to say he's quickly reminded who's boss by the slap of my strong hand across his face.
Life is so easy when you just say what I tell you to. For so long you've made things so complicated by trying to think with your brain and that pathetic, tiny piece of meat hanging between your legs. Since your little penis reminds me of an ant I'm going to treat it like one. That means crushing it under my sparkling boot while you cry like the little bitch you are. If you're a good boy that I think is capable of learning I'll let you watch a real man fuck me. I have so many ways to train a little loser like you.
Don't forget to say thank you after each painful and humiliating thing I do to you. We both know you love every mean thing I say and do to you. Since you will never be fucking me, your only purpose is to be fucked *with*. If you can't do that right, I have no problem kicking you to the curb.
This is all about me. It has always been and will always be about me. I am the center of your universe and you are a pathetic piece of shit. I just love how you keep crawling back for more. I'm only being mean if I don't enjoy it and I love every second of it.

E is for Exit Only

I love strap on sex. I love the feeling of power that overcomes me when I pull that harness up my legs. I love looking down at my big purple dildo between my legs. I look and feel so sexy. I love fucking boys and girls with my perfect cock, but there's one thing that is the absolute hottest to me. I completely adore fucking boys up the ass.
It can't be just any boy. I like fucking the boys that don't know how much they want it. The ones that have never had anything up their butts. The boys that tense up just when I push my finger against their tight hole. They ones that say "just suck my cock. I don't want any of that gay stuff". Those silly boys don't know how easy it is to get them to do anything if their dick is hard enough.
All I have to do is suck and play with their cock for long enough and they'll be begging for me to fuck them.
My favorite position is for the virgin to get on all fours. I'm nice at first. I massage his back. I run my fingers over his ass cheeks. I put lube on my finger so it slides in nice and easy. I tell him to relax while I make him watch me strap it on. His eyes always get big when he sees all 7 inches. He says he doesn't think he can take something that big. What he doesn't know is that he no longer has any control. He'll take what I tell him to take. I make sure it's nice and slippery. I get behind him and just push. The first part is always the most difficult. Once the head pops into his asshole it's all easy from there. I force it all the way in just like I said I would. When it's all the way in, I push my big tits against his back and whisper in his ear "You feel like a slut now, don't you?". The feeling is too intense for him to answer, but I can tell by his breathing that it feels better than anything he's ever felt and there's no way he wants me to stop.

So how do you like it? Hard or soft?

C is for Crossdressing

Even when I was a little girl I loved playing dress up. Of course I loved putting things on myself, but I also really enjoyed dressing up my brothers and their friends. I was a very convincing young thing. I could talk the most hetero guy into putting on lipstick and a dress just by being cute.
As I've gotten older I've honed my skills a bit. I've also learned that there are some boys that enjoy being dressed up. The day I learned that my heart was full.
What is sexier than a man in something frilly and lacy and pink? I'm not just talking about panties. I'm talking full outfits. Panties, bras, stockings, dresses, heels, wigs, makeup. The whole deal!
I love picking out the perfect outfit for my breathing paperdolls. I love the blushing that starts to happen when the guy realizes how much he's enjoying the sensation of the girly fabrics against his skin. I love seeing how his body language changes from almost macho into something more feminine as he gives me more and more control. I love stripping all of that masculinity as I add each new piece of clothing. He's giving me all of this power and the more he gives the more I want.
Once I see how hard my outfit has made you then all hope is gone, little sissy. You're in trouble and should be nervous about what happens next.