The perfect solution is a human humiliation game show. Let them entertain me. That way boredom is relieved both ways. I’ve told my boys that I want to see sexual feats of unknown surpass. I want to be delighted, surprised, entertained, relished, and more. I leave the special enticement of this event totally up to them, and I dare them to disappoint me. It’s all scheduled for Sunday afternoon – this little two hour special show my boys will put on for me. And, of course, I love competition. So, I’m inviting my callers to offer me entertainment as well. Do a cam show for me? Set your cock on fire *grin*? Eat a cum-filled donut? Surprise me, delight me, dance for me!
My last show with the boys was over a year ago. It took that long for them to admit they were bored again. In that show, I watched my very straight, homophobic SexSlave get introduced to a tight blindfold and a cock guessing game. SexSlave got on his knees, blindfolded with his hands tied tightly behind him. In front of him was a table with an array of gel dildos. The name of the game was “Guess the cock?” My sissy rubbed a little Vick’s salve under SexSlave’s nose and then slid gel dildo after dildo into his mouth, with five dildos and one real thing. SexSlave didn’t know there was going to be a real one. SexSlave’s instructions were, “Lick, suck or mouth each one then we will ask you questions about some of the dildos, and you have tell which number it was.” The dildos were all about the same length and circumference, however some were floppier than others, and some were much firmer. Each dildo was given a number. The real one was 
Number 4. As each dildo was pushed in, my sissy would say, “that’s number 1” or “that’s number 2” and so on. When he reached Number 4, s/he pressed her/his own same sized cock into his mouth. It was all I could do to contain my laughter. After the last dildo, number six, was mouthed, the sissy (with her/his cock still hanging out under the skirt) stepped back, removed SexSlave’s blindfold and asked SexSlave to describe any differences in how the dildos felt in his mouth by referring to the numbers on them. Mind you – there are only five dildos on the table, yet sissy gave him six examples. SexSlave could not see the small numbers attached to the ends, nor could he see Number 4 was missing.
SexSlave looked at the table, and I could see him pondering only five dildos when there should be six, but he said nothing about it. SexSlave instead answered the question, “Some were firmer than others, and some were softer. One, two and four were firmer, and three, five and six were softer.”
Sissy asked next, “Which ones felt more real than others?”
SexSlave answered arrogantly, “None. I wouldn’t know, because I’ve never had a real one in my mouth.”
For moment, there was silence. Then SexSlave looked up and focused intently on sissy’s cock hanging out from under her/his skirt. Then the fun ensued as SexSlave said, “You dirty cunt,” and jumped up ready to do bodily violence to sissy.
I stood as well, difficult as it was with me laughing so hard. I placed my hand on SexSlave’s shoulder, pushed him back to his knees, and said, “Play the game, dear, or I’ll reduce your position to cuckold slave.”
SexSlave was very angry, which of course, made the game more fun. I pointed to the dildos and told SexSlave, “There are five dildos on the tray and one real thing hanging between sissy’s legs. I’ll make a deal with you. If you can guess which number of cock in your mouth was the real one by the order it was presented to your mouth, I’ll let you hand spank sissy’s ass until it’s blistered, bruised and raw, then let you fuck her face until you drown her with cum. But if you guess wrong, I’ll make you play this game every night for me.”
Wanna know what happened? You’ll have to ask me. Leave a comment and maybe I’ll tell you.
After an exhausting day at the beach it was time to refresh ourselves with some ice cold cocktails. We went to one of the local bars saw some hot surfers and some old bar fly’s. When I am out drinking some cool melontinis, I see some boys shooting pool. I have a little pool game to play with boys. I call it peek a boo pool. Basically whoever loses the game has to sit or play again showing their junk. The guys get all excited thinking I just a little girl and they are going to be lucky enough to see My precious goodies. What I do not tell them is how My family owned a pool hall while growing up and I am a killer player! Hee hee. We will just say their were a lot of embarrassed “little” boys Hee hee hee. Well that’s all for now. I have to continue playing with Mj online. He is such a ppv tease whore
MMM sounds so delicious to me.
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