Pantyhose, feet, and cocksucking submissives were the theme of My weekend. I think that there is a pantyhose revolution going on based upon the number of submissives and slaves who are weak for My pantyhose. It’s amazing that a simple article of lingerie made of sheer nylon can bring a man to his knees and make him empty his wallet.:brat1:
My NYC pantyhose sissy came out of hiding last week to open a few emails. He probably creamed his panties and pantyhose at the thought of getting cock slapped in the face while I was tapping his ass with My 9 1/2 inch strapon. That sissy boy IS going to get pimped out for real before the end of the year … it’s time for him to realize what a sissy slut he is firsthand and get some real man cock in his mouth.
My Chicago strapon and foot slut called the Money Pig line and was begging to be used hard via email. This is what a real money pig 
should be doing –
Calling Me @ $6.66 a minute to beg Me to rape his wallet with email after email. He lasted a couple of nights between Thursday and Sunday, and the wannabe cocksucker still has two emails waiting to be opened – which I know he will. He did accumulate some good money pig points 
iglet: over the weekend, but I know he can still do better for his Princess.
Doggie jason has been a good boy this past week when he’s been at work, and when his wife isn’t around in the evenings. This doggie has been faithfully clicking the $300 email button that makes the UK loser’s shriveled balls shrink back up into his body :laughol:. Doggie jason has been a good foot boy so far. If he keeps it up, he may just have sometihng to sniff in the office while he’s pampering his Princess.
As a special treat for you footboys, doggies and sniffers out there, here’s a little story written by one of My boys to keep you motiviated until you contact your Princess to serve again:
In the office, I was staying late after work just so I could kneel behind my secretary’s desk and sniff her work heels that she left there every nite. They were still warm when I got them, and I could smell her stocking feet in them. She always wore black, navy or white pantyhose to work. Putting my nose down into her shoes made me instantly hard. I would leave the shoes on the floor under her desk and get down on all fours to sniff and kiss them, as if she were sitting in her office chair having me do it.
I could imagine her laughing at me while I was down on my hands and knees as she put her stocking foot in my face telling me to sniff her stinky toes. I wanted to hump her shoe like a dog humping her leg. I would bark if she ever told me to, and crawl behind her throughout the entire office. I couldn’t take it any longer, teasing myself with this fantasy, so I finally started humping her shoe for real.
In the middle of my shoe humping, I heard the main door to the office open and close. My heart about jumped out of my chest. I tried to compose myself and pull up my pants, but it was too late. Around the corner came my secretary; she had left something at her desk. She just stood there looking down at me as I started to sweat; I couldn’t say a word. She finally spoke and said, “I thought something funny was happening to my shoes. They’ve been in a different place under my desk each morning this week.” I still couldn’t say anything to her. What could I say … my cum was all over her heels.
She sat down in her office chair, crossed her legs, and grabbed me by my necktie, pulling my face closer to her. All she said was, “Lick!” With that, she shoved my head down, and I knew that she wanted me to lick my own cum off of her shoes. She put her foot on the back of my neck and shoved my face into the cum stained shoes. I heard her lighting a cigarette and exhaling the smoke; she kept pressing down on my neck with her stocking foot. Cigarette ashes landed on my head as I was licking up my cum.
While I embarassed and still in shock, this was the best thing that had ever happened to me. I knew that she had me, and I loved it. I had fantasized about serving my secretary for months, and now it was becoming a reality. She had me under her thumb, or foot, and there was nothing that I could do about it now … not that I wanted to do anything about it.
