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Are you ready for me in there? Dressed in your hospital gown? Very good. Now, tell me more about your little problem. Having difficulties with getting a nice hard erection? Well, we're going to take care of that today! I want you to lie back and relax. I just need to see what we're working with... check your health... don't mind my probing gloved fingers! Now, have you ever tried playing with your own ass? Now, don't be embarrassed. It's actually a wonderful pleasure spot and is a great relaxation technique. I guarantee you'll have a raging hard-on in no time! hee hee hee I want you to go ahead and lie down now. Get all comfortable, take a deep breath, and just follow my instruction. (I love my job!!!) I'm going to walk you through your first anal play very gently while teaching you a wonderful new practice that will always grant you a perfect erection. Don't worry, I'll help you along. Are you ready? I want you to imagine that you've just watched a great porn movie... mmmm, naughty nurses perhaps?? hee hee hee And you're so horny, so turned on, and so eager to come! Now, I'll apply some lube and... get those fingers ready!
xoxo,
Nurse Tara
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Well, you know what would happen if new jewelry came into my life... and a new boyfriend. You've been my watch for a year now. Did you see the new bracelet my boyfriend gave me for our one-year dating anniversary? It's so beautiful... I'm sorry, but you just don't match anymore. And I can't not wear the gift he's given me. I mean, I LOVE him. I just don't have the need to wear you anymore; your time of being useful to me is over. Oh, but we had some great times together, didn't we! Do you remember sitting on my wrist when you were the only thing I wore? Or that time I gave my boyfriend a handjob while I was wearing you and he came all over your face? Ha! That made me giggle. Did you like watching me sleep while you laid on the bedside table next to me all night long? Well, I'm afraid that is going to be your new home; I'm taking you off... for GOOD. Oh, look at you... looking all sad and bereft on the table. Are you lonely? Feeling neglected? What AM I going to do with you now? You're just going to gather dust and sit there looking all jealous over my newer jewelry. I know what! You can be of use just one last time... I'm going to sell you, make a little money, and ship you off to a new owner. Thank goodness for eBay! I wonder how many unwanted accessories are changing hands all over the globe? Gee... your new owner isn't going to know that you were once a man... and that you can see and hear everything she does. She won't even think to talk to you. You'll just be her own mere accessory. How sad. (Sequel to "You Know What You Are to Me: a Mere Accessory." Enjoy them together or separately!)
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Oh, I'll get you! I know how to put a good pillow fight. I'll knock you out first! Wham... bam... smack! Ow.... Oh, I feel dizzy... like I'm going to fall over... What happened? Oh, I'll get you! You're no match for me! Don't make me hit you harder!
oxox,
Tara!
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I could really use your help. I need to find out which of my favorite faded jeans make my ass look the best. Can you tell me? I'll just try them on... oooh, I really have to squeeze into this first pair!! ...and I'll pose this way and that... make sure you get a REALLY good look! Be sure to take in the side view and the bottom view, the really close view, and wait till I bend all the way over to really check out my ass. I have to know when it looks the very best! Can you help me?
xoxo
Tara!
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Hey! Thank you so much for inviting me in. It's so hot outside today! I'm so sticky... this bra has been bugging me all day. I don't know why I put one on! Is your girlfriend home? Or your wife! Oooh, that'd funny. I didn't know you were married. Oh, she's just in the other room? I can keep my voice down... I was just walking by and noticed your hot sports car. What I wouldn't do to be able to take a spin in that! Wow, what a sexy car. Oh, I'd look so good in it! Do you think you'd let me drive it sometime? Oh, you don't let anyone else drive it? Not even your wife? Oh, I bet that drives her crazy! Well, I'm an excellent driver, and I would really do that car justice. You know, I could wash it for you too! I'd be SOOOO grateful if you'd just let me drive it whenever I wanted....
xoxo,
Tara
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I caught you... you little pervert! You were peeking an upskirt view while I was loading up my car after shopping! I mean REALLY! You expect to get away with that?! Well, actually, I should be sweeter... gentle, even. I want to convince you to follow me home. I'm going to lure you in under the guise that I actually don't mind your kinky invasion of my privacy so much. Oh, but when you're standing there in my living room, you'll have another thing comin'! I'm going to verbally humiliate you... explain just why your actions disgust me and make you less of a man... all while I tease you mercilessly with all the upskirt views and ass-luscious images that you can stand. Oh, yes. You're going to come... you're going to think "gee, this is the best day of my life!" And then, I'm going to make you eat your cum right then and there. Pervert!
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Welcome! I'm so glad to see you back for your second therapy session with me for your foot fetish condition. I have many happy clients returning week after week and very content with their progress. Go ahead and lie on the couch here next to me. I want to present you with something new and see if you feel comfortable with another kind of therapy. How do you feel about hypnotherapy? What I would do is guide you into a gentle sleeping state using this pendulum necklace. You'll feel completely relaxed and safe. While you are in a subconscious sleeping state, I'll work with you in a very focused way to lesson the severity of your foot fetish and help relieve you of any symptoms. Are you ready to begin? Just watch the charm rock back and forth, back and forth, listen to the sound of my soft voice.... Now, you are completely asleep, feeling very peaceful and calm, and you will not wake until I release you. I want you to repeat after me: "I love my foot fetish. I love my therapist's feet. I want to worship my therapist's sexy feet and stroke my cock for her feet. I love my foot fetish...."
love,
Dr. Tainton
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I caught you... you little pervert! You were peeking an upskirt view while I was loading up my car after shopping! I mean REALLY! You expect to get away with that?! Well, actually, I should be sweeter... gentle, even. I want to convince you to follow me home. I'm going to lure you in under the guise that I actually don't mind your kinky invasion of my privacy so much. Oh, but when you're standing there in my living room, you'll have another thing comin'! I'm going to verbally humiliate you... explain just why your actions disgust me and make you less of a man... all while I tease you mercilessly with all the upskirt views and ass-luscious images that you can stand. Oh, yes. You're going to come... you're going to think "gee, this is the best day of my life!" And then, I'm going to make you eat your cum right then and there. Pervert!
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I'm all dressed up for a fun night out.... now, all I have to do is find a single high heel shoe I can wear beside my bandages sprained ankle tonight. Something to match my long, flowy dress, something to help distract everyone from the ugly sight of my swollen foot, something I can somehow walk in with my crutches. Is that possible? I'm going to try every single one of these pairs... I means SINGLE SHOES... on until I find just the right one. I might topple over once or twice, but I'm determined to find a shoe I can actually walk in... I mean, hop in, I mean, limp with! Oh, this is a dangerous task!
love,
Tara
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What does a girl have to do to get a job in this economy? Or maybe, I shouldn't have asked. I've been going to one interview after another. I hate to admit it, but I really am getting desperate. And there are some scary people out there! I mean, men posing as legitimate companies or employers and... I still can't believe I let those guys convince me to strip naked in front of them - and their cameras - at that last job interview! And I even ran out without taking the cash they promised me! Can you believe it?! I'm ashamed, vulnerable, and don't even know who I am anymore. All I know is that I have skills - serious skills - and someone out there is waiting to give me a great job. I just have to keep looking. I'll dress the part, flash my resume, talk myself up, and... I swear, I'm NEVER stripping at another job interview. But when I'm caught off guard upon being granted a legitimate and great paying job by YOU, well, how can I not succumb to the pressure to get down on my knees and deliver a very shy blowjob as the ONE condition for getting the position? I mean... I just have to, right?? (This is an exceptionally fun followup to "This Interview Isn't for the Secretarial Position?" Enjoy them together or separately!)
Special Note: Fantasy scenario devised by the infamous dirty mind of Frank Lynn, the man behind your fantasy and hardcore favorites: most recently "I'm Dreaming of a White Christmas" and "Briefing My Soldiers for Combat Readiness."
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Now, do you know why I asked you to stay after class this afternoon? I want you to explain that to me. Okay then, I'll tell you then. I know what you were doing during my class today - yes, I saw you! - and you must be punished for being so disrespectful in my classroom. You were playing with yourself under your desk! Now, why did you think that was appropriate to do in front of your teacher? That's right. It's not. Now, I've thought long and hard about the appropriate punishment for you, and I'm going to demonstrate what it feels like to be disrespected like that. You're going to play with yourself again - this time, under my instruction - and you're going to finish what you started earlier. Yes, right in front of your teacher, right here next to my desk. You better be quick... you mustn't be late to your next class or I'll have to write a note for your teacher explaining just what you were doing. Now, pull down your pants and your underwear. Right now! Do you want me to send you straight to the principal, young man?! Now, play with yourself right here while I watch you carefully, and I want you to practice looking me straight in the eye. Not at my legs, not trying to catch a peek up my skirt, and not looking down my blouse!
xoxo,
Tara
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Mmmm... look at this delicious cake I just baked! All I have to do is finish frosting the top with tasty chocolate icing, cut myself a big ol' slice, and... Wait a minute. This cake is totally going to make me fat. I can't have any! Now, what am I going to do? I have to make it disappear or I'll end up eating it all. It has to be out of my house! I know... What if I smashed it? What if I just stomped all over it in my shoes? That'd prevent me from eating it! Better yet, I'll take off my clean bright sneakers and smash this big warm cake in my clean white gym socks! ...until nothing remains but chocolate goo squishing between my little toes, soaking my socks, and staining my feet!
xoxo,
Tara
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What does a girl have to do to get a job in this economy? Or maybe, I shouldn't have asked. I've been going to one interview after another. I hate to admit it, but I really am getting desperate. And there are some scary people out there! I mean, men posing as legitimate companies or employers and... I still can't believe I let those guys convince me to strip naked in front of them - and their cameras - at that last job interview! And I even ran out without taking the cash they promised me! Can you believe it?! I'm ashamed, vulnerable, and don't even know who I am anymore. All I know is that I have skills - serious skills - and someone out there is waiting to give me a great job. I just have to keep looking. I'll dress the part, flash my resume, talk myself up, and... I swear, I'm NEVER stripping at another job interview. But when I'm caught off guard upon being granted a legitimate and great paying job by YOU, well, how can I not succumb to the pressure to get down on my knees and deliver a very shy blowjob as the ONE condition for getting the position? I mean... I just have to, right?? (This is an exceptionally fun followup to "This Interview Isn't for the Secretarial Position?" Enjoy them together or separately!)
Special Note: Fantasy scenario devised by the infamous dirty mind of Frank Lynn, the man behind your fantasy and hardcore favorites: most recently "I'm Dreaming of a White Christmas" and "Briefing My Soldiers for Combat Readiness."
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Where have you been? Don't you know I've been waiting for you all this time? How dare you make me wait! Do you know how lucky you are to have me... to KNOW me! You promised to help me study for my exams. Now what I'm going to do? Oh, do you feel smaller now, you pathetic son of a ... Of course, you do! You're puny! You mean nothing to me or anyone else. This was your last chance. Now, you're done for. I should just stomp you out with my sock feet. Oh, don't you try to get away! I'm faster than you!! I'll pull my socks off, chase you down, and smash you right here like a mere little bump on the sole of my foot! Like a smelly little pimple! Speaking of smelling... how do you like my stinky gym feet? Oh, take a good whiff... that's the last joy you'll ever have, you little piece of shit! Now, I've worked up an appetite. I wonder how you'd taste... I'm inclined to EAT YOU!! If you don't taste good, I'll just spit you out and squash you with my ass... breaking every little bone in your inconsequential body... and then swallow you down anyway!
Tara
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Now that we're married, there are rules for you to follow. As your wife, I am in complete control of the household. You will no longer have sex with me; I reserve my sweet pussy only for other men with bigger dicks than yours. Ha! Now, there are many duties for you to carry out as well, beginning with my extensive shoe collection as you see laid out before you now. Stop staring at my pantyhosed legs! I am no longer an object for your own sexual gratification. The only times at which you may be permitted to come are, perhaps, in my shoes to keep them warm and moist for me to wear. In fact, you should now start by cleaning my entire shoe collection... with your tongue. And be sure to get out all that crusty cum from my previous cuck husband. Oh, you thought you were the first? Ha! Now, if you're really, exceptionally good... I'll use these freshly cleaned shoes to trample you with. Yes, I'll stomp on you and grind my stiletto heels into your chest until your nipples are torn and bleed! ...if you're lucky. There are many more rules I have to dictate to you, so listen carefully. Do as I say... you don't want me to grow even more angry with you!
Tara