11.17.06
Posted in Uncategorized at 7:10 am by principalquattrano
I recently spoke with a customer who we’ll call John.
John and I just talked at length about his lifelong obsession with high heels. I know that many fetishists recall some seminal incident that started their fixation, and John is no different. For John, going through puberty while in a classroom run by a beautiful woman in dangerously high heels set off a lifetime desire to worship a woman’s shoes and be abused by them.
Or perhaps I should say “women’s shoes”, as I was not the only woman in the scene of John’s fantasy abusing him. John was kicked, trampled, and even fucked a little by the shoes of that teacher, the Principal, and his wife, who is also a teacher. Three for the price of one!
As do many guys who call me, John told me he enjoyed my laugh. What a treat I had in store for him and anyone else who dreams of being laughed at by women! I opened up a little utilitiy I made, basically a laugh track. As fits the fantasy, I can make you hear a crowd of women laughing merrily at your expense, provided you are a laughably pathetic wretch.
Does the shoe fit?
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Posted in Uncategorized at 7:07 am by principalquattrano
If you are squeamish, read no further!
I was feeling unwell this weekend. Last night I was online with a slave of mine who was hoping to speak with me. Unfortunately, my vocal cords were not in any condition to use, so he couldn’t call me. But with some consideration, I agreed to have an extended chat online with him.
We decided to go through a little fantasy for him. I was the Amazon Queen, who had captured him and was interrogating him with various tortures. He had no information to give, but would never reveal that to me, as that in itself would have been revealing too much.
Finally I decided that this had gone on long enough. It was getting nowhere. I was never going to release him. So I told him I was going to castrate him. He would become my dutiful and docile servant. He could never go home again, as to do so would open him to shame and humiliation when people found out what I had done to him.
With a small sharp knife in a minute I did the job, and left it for another slave of mine to sew him up.
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