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Ugh. Loser, you aren’t worth my time and we both know it. I’m not even going to stop texting to give you any attention but you can just sit there and whack off anyways. I guess.
Oh, are you still waiting?
That sucks – I’m going to be here all day texting and not giving you attention.
So you’re just going to have to sit there and wait.
Sucks for you!
LOL You’re going to be waiting until the end of time!
Sometimes making decisions is so.. Taxing. Ugh, this is just a pain but I can’t have all this bickering. I’ll just have to do something about this. You know what? Instead of choosing which one of my slaves is going to be my favorite, number one slave.. I think I’m just going to smother both of my slaves until one of them dies! That will clear things up and save me the annoyance of picking a number three slave! That is certainly going to kill the friendship here, huh boys? Oh well! Sucks for you two! Or at least one of you, something. Sucks for air that is!
On the plus side, at least I’m being merciful! Being smothered to death by the beautiful ass of your glorious Mistress is a great way to die, so I better not hear you complaining. Or else the winner is going to bury the loser in the backyard. Oh who am I kidding? The winner is going to do that anyway! Do I look like a manual labor kind of girl? I think not! Now get your face in there and let’s see how long you can hold your breath!
Click, click, click. The sound of the high heels on a cold tile floor, representing your impending doom. You’d better not tremble, as that will just make it worse for you in the end. Click, click, click. Closer and closer. You get a whiff of freshly polished leather. Your Mistress’ new thigh-high Blahnik boots look stunning, like poured liquid over her creamy flesh. “You’re eager, aren’t you?” she asks with a bemused laugh as you groan on the floor, waiting… squirming… panting… The collection of fabulous Louboutin pumps adorning the fireplace behind you set the mood for what is about to take place.
“Click. Click. Click.” states your Mistress, mimicking her boots as she paces around you like a cat stalking her prey. “So sharp,” you murmur with delight and anticipation. “They are,” she replies with a purr. Click, click, click. “Lucky for you, the floor is getting boring to tread upon.” You groan and shudder with delight at the idea of where this is going. “Mistress, you are so beautiful, ” you murmur. Your Mistress slinks past you again and with a smirk of delight and sadistic glee replies “And don’t you ever forget it.”
After a very pointed pause and a devious smirk, she steps towards you with ferocious intent. This can only mean one thing, she is about to crush you into the floor beneath her. Can you endure her weight?
Ew, gross. Is that tiny pathetic little baby carrot what you call your dick? I thought so. Ugh. I bet you’re going to try to woo me or something too aren’t you. Puh-lease. I’ve heard it all before so save your breath, you’ll need your stamina to jerk that little pee pee of yours anyways. We both know, you want me but you aren’t good enough. So you’re going to have to impress me or amuse me. Oh, I know. My pretty shoes are awfully dirty. Why don’t you put that mouth to work and clean them? I don’t want to hear a peep out of you until the bottoms sparkle! Don’t you dare gag!