Party Favor: Part II

[Part  I  …  click here]

Good evening, Ladies:

Ms. Angela has tasked me w/ writing all of you again. It’s been awhile; I hope everyone has been well. Ms. Angela informed me that she read out my previous address and I thank you for listening. I suppose I should be blushing, but we’re probably past some kind of (shameless) line of demarcation by now.

So Ms. Angela wanted me to recap our conversation last night for your collective amusement. We touched on a number of topics–as you all likely learned in the previous dispatch, I love the thought of Ms. Angela having me stop by and provide entertainment for the night, to be a Party Favor, as Ms. Angela succinctly puts it.

Among newer topics discussed were Ms. Angela’s intentions of introducing some ass-fucking into the mix (mine, of course). It’s been awhile since I have delved into ass-play, and Ms. Angela seems quite eager to personally re-familiarizing me. I let it slip that I actually owned a pair of panties, which, of course, she then had me try them on for her. I gave a brief synopsis of how I got those panties–potentially a story for another time in case anyone is interested. Based on what she said, it sounds like some posing for pics could be in my future, if you ladies are into that sort of thing. : )

All the while Ms. Angela was putting forth different scenarios of what could be taking place if I were in full Party Favor mode. Knowing what a foot slut I am, she said I would definitely be spending time at everyone’s feet–massaging, pampering, licking. Then when she sensed I was getting close, she discussed a scenario where I was laying back with my legs being propped up by one of you ladies, so my cock was positioned right over my mouth.

It doesn’t take a playwright to figure out what was coming next–namely, a huge load of hot cum for me to slurp down. I did hike my legs up like a slut–Ms Angela said one of you would also be also shoving a toy in my ass, and right then and there I started spurting that jizz all over my chest–some even made it up to my chin. I think this is because I had three weeks worth of cum stored up. You may be amused to learn that Ms. Angela had me begin saving up for quite awhile, then was simply “unreachable” until this weekend. Method to her madness? Feel free to ask her and let me know.

Anyway, hope everyone has a great time tonight. Thanks again for inviting this perv into your Monday night gatherings.

Sincerely, R.C.

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So what do we surmise from this deliciously revealing email?? Mr. R., per my sweevil (sweetly evil) plan,  is evolving or devolving, depending upon your point of view. Of course the panty thing has to be explored much more deeply, utilizing them as a means of education and control. 

Also, take note that R.C. revels in being the Party Favor. Which, of course, I intend to exploit.

I’m sure we’ll be hearing more from R.C.  for a long, long time. He’s such a pervy little delinquent, dontcha think?

xo, Angela

PS. Send Pics, R.C.  LOTS OF THEM! And I told the girls about the pantyhose, so do include some of those, too.

PPS. Said pics, ladies and gents, are for private consumption only and will not be displayed here. Even if R.C. might splooge uncontrollably at the thought of my exposing him in such an out loud way, that’s not what I do. Never. EVER.

My wife wants sex in the back of the car and she wants me to drive. -Rodney Dangerfield

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A guy walked into a crowded bar, waving his big pistol with the an 8 shot clip, and yelled, “Who in here has been screwing my wife?” A voice from the back of the bar yelled back, “You need more ammo.”

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Randall is leaving his office for the day, when a man calls to him, “You’re a cuckold.” Randall ignores him, but goes home and tells his wife, “tonight outside my office building, some asshole called me a cuckold.” His wife replies: “So what? You’re not going to listen to some random idiot in the street, are you? “No, I guess not,” Randall says, putting his arms around her and giving her a kiss. They spend a quiet evening  together and soon retire. The next evening, as Randall is again leaving the office, the same man is waiting for him and calls to him, “You’re a damn tattletale too.”

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Midieval Cuck Joke: Francesco Quartnense, a Florentine merchant, resided in Genoa with his wife and family. His children were thin and lanky, while those of the Genoese are generally healthy and hardy. He was asked one day why his children were so spare and of such a weak constitution, it being the reverse with the young Genoese. “The reason is easily given, ” he said. “I work alone at manufacturing my children, but you have quite a number of assistants in the making of yours.” It is fact that, soon after their wedding, the Genoese take again to the sea, and leave their wives, for many years in succession, to the care of other men, as they say.

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Hope I made you giggle!

xo, Angela

… on one single afternoon.

And four emails.

4:07 PM Can you force me to eat my own jizz?

4:26 PM Can you make me jizz in my own mouth?

5:05 PM I will call and you can make me jizz all over my own face.

[doesn’t call]

5:35 PM Can you make me eat my own cum?

……. ……. …….

Unfortunately, I couldn’t figure out what he wanted.

My very good boy, SlutR, delivered the goods when I told him to FESS UP, so that the girls and I could enjoy a bit of comic relief during our Monday Night Girls Only party:

This past week I was the recipient of an assignment from Your good friend Ms. Angela.  This was the assignment:

Answer this question: Why I must eat my own cum for Ms. Angela.

So why indeed?  Let me count the ways.  The first is rather basic – what Ms. Angela says, goes.  She rules the roost – she controls the cock.  But to leave it with a rationale that seems rather reductive.

If I do a more thorough bit of self-analysis, I think there’s a part of me that is grateful for the time she has spent with me getting to know me better, sharing her experiences, exploring my fantasies, and yes, penetrating my head space.  And in my kinky mind, that gratitude peaks  whenever she is feeling generous enough to permit a release.  Those moments usually arrive at the *ahem* climax following sustained periods of her expert teasing. As those precious moments arrive, my whole being (mind and body) become supercharged with emotions and sensations that wash over me.  I also become highly suggestible, and Ms. Angela, being the expert Domme and Mind-Fucker that she is, knows how to take full advantage.

One of the ways this manifests itself is the aforementioned requirement that I slurp down my own jizz.  I have a phrase for this — it’s an act of providing “kinky collateral” to her as a token of my appreciation.  I would be curious what the specific appeal to Ms. Angela has regarding this act (it may overlap with some of the material here — perhaps one of you ladies can ask her *big sheepish grin*)

I believe she is also a woman who like to probe my mind and push boundaries. In our time together she has cultivated the previously hidden slut in me, and I think that her further developing a cum fetish in me may be a part of that — another item in her tool belt, if you will.

Anyway, I have a tendency to get a bit verbose, so I’ll leave it there for now, not wanting to cut too much into the typical Monday night festivities.  Actually – that’s not entirely true – I am more than a bit greedy for whatever attention I can get from you fine ladies.

Hope all of you are well, and thanks for listening.

Sincerely, Slut R.

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