Lipstick
By Sir

Awaken, slut. Monday is the day you howl.

Your male doesn't know the reason you cum so hard after such
a short time with his manhood is because by the time he is
inside you: My words have been making you into a melting
volcano for hours. Your male doesn't know you start your
morning in the office by remembering My words. He doesn't see
that My words are the reason your nipples are rigid all day, so
sore and yet so loved they find a certain type of pleasure in
being such shameless art for the views. He's not smart enough
to understand what you really are, how genetics makes your
needs vile and deviant. How obeying the flowing bliss inside My
words releases that inner slut who is suffocating under his lame
efforts to become primal need making your eyes roll back into
your own wicked mind.

Your male doesn't know the name of the slut inside of you, but I
do. He can't touch her with the Word, but I whisper it in such a
foul manner that she has to crawl towards the light and drip a
trail even dogs will follow. He can't choose the things you should
wear to make you an object of lust as you deserve to be. Your
male can't say the right things to make you do the bad things
you need do to get off in such a manner not holy in nature but
you don't care because you're a very different kind of girl,
aren't you. He can't care because he isn't good enough to be
the kind of man you need. What were you thinking when you
allowed this lowly piece of useless male effort inside your
offering? Why did you allow him to think he can please you?
What made you keep giving him a gift that he can't accept let
alone give back many fold as it should be? Your male is a
donkey, you are a thoroughbred made to fly across the open
ranges of sexual endurance an take as much of the whip as you
can to achieve the perfection of being a total slut. They two are
doomed to fail as a pair, their needs are different, their abilities
far apart, your needs greater than what a donkey can ever
provide and still you wait until the day your donkey becomes a
runner.

Don't fool yourself. you made a mistake, say it. Redemption is
the power of make change to correct past wrongs and deeds
and to find salvation in the future's grace. It starts with simple
acts, and molds a girl into what she should have been since the
day she first spread her legs, opened her mouth and swallowed
Dick, took a load and moaned she was satiated.

Monday morning.
You will wear white in reference to being awakened for the very
first time. You will wear white underwear, the bra will have the
sheerest cups you have. If you don't have a bra that is
appropriate, go and shop for one. You will not wear thongs,
white panties are only for this day. I want them to show off your
curves and illuminate your cheeks while caressing your pussy
lips all day long. The lipstick color you choose is important as
well. You will use a lipstick in a tube, as its part of your
redemption. Before you put on your panties you will color your
lips and make your smile bright. Then you will sit down and
spread your legs wide, you will color your pussy lips, slowly and
softly, to make their beauty match that which the world will se on
your smile. Your lips will swell and take in more color and it will
lavish the way you make them glow. Take time, allow your pussy
juices to flow and make your cheeks soaking wet while you take
the lipstick and color your gift for a Man who can use it best of
all. Use your right hand to color your lips while your left hand
rubs your clit into a state of emotional bliss burning itself with
the fires of hellish sin, for Me, My little wet princess.

You may cum once but only once. When you do, lick your
fingers clean. Then take the top of the tube and put it back on
securely. Kiss the tube and thank it for pleasing Me so well and
with your left hand spread open your pussy lips and with your
right hand slide the tube inside while saying "I have sinned
before but now I am trying hard to be His good girl.".

When the tube is in, you will have shown you can be a slut, with
purpose, and desired beyond all other girls.

You'll wear a short skirt, a tight blouse with buttons that almost
pop open because its too small. A necklaces that is long on
chain and lingers between your breasts. No perfume, the smell
of flower on fire will make them all weak. Heels so you can glide
through without intimidation, and also walk with a determination
that sets you apart from the weaker girls around you. Dress
well, this day will be remembered and you will never want less
again.

You will wash away your sins and finish dressing for the office.
A white bra. White panties. By the end of the day your pussy will
make them such a mess you'll have to throw them away. Before
you leave the office, take them off. Smell their flavor. See how
your pussy lips left evidence on their pure white shine. Keep
them in your purse as you travel home. Stop at a local bar or
pub, and go in and order a soft drink at the bar. Have a few sips
and look around at the sheep and know you're different, wetter,
and have a gift that is used best of all. Then pay for your drink,
leave a tip, and get up and walk out with a grace only a slut that
pleases has. Leave your panties on the stool so the men will
never forget the dream that makes them stiff even days after
your scent has faded. You can go home feeling good again.

When you get home, go to the bathroom and take a wash cloth
and clean your pussy lips of all color, make it pretty again,
Wash so well your pussy gushes two times and makes the day
fade with bliss. Now you may shower. Now you may allow the
thing you are with, hubby, to feel as if he is manly and have you
and hear you moan and feel you cum hard.

Your male doesn't know the reason you cum so hard after such
a short time with his manhood is because by the time he is
inside you, My words have been making you into a melting
volcano for hours. He doesn't know you start your morning in
the office by remembering for My sermon. He doesn't see that
My words are the reason your nipples are rigid all day, so sore
and yet so loved they find a certain type of pleasure in being
such shameless art for the views. He's not smart enough to
understand what you really are, how genetics makes your
needs vile and deviant. How obeying the flowing bliss inside My
words releases that inner slut who is suffocating under his lame
efforts to become primal need making your eyes roll back into
your own wicked mind.

So what... you have Me, don't you.

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Fetish and Bondage
Sir was born in 1958, in a country that was reeling from self
esteem issues. Sir developed a keen sense of being as those
around him took advantage of wet flesh made more available in
the suburbs of the America. Some call Sir sinner while others call
Sir saint, all depending upon that which they seek him out for. In
the late 1990's, Sir devoted his time effort and energies to
unraveling the mysteries of wanton pleasures and the pursuit of
the glorious orgasm. In this Sir found the female mind opening
for inspection.

A firm believer in making others realize their birthright and being
the complete and perfect sexual vessel for pleasures perverse
has  created a following that is almost religious in its devotion to
sinful pleasures. Sir creates a reality which feed the human spirit
with much more than wanton passion, Sir allows them to be set
free and wander into the gutter, knowing Sir will keep them held
tight over the void.

Other works include a series of short films revealing the lusts
and passions of the female mind, a few which were shown at the
International Festival of Erotica in San Francisco in late 2009. Sir
illuminated the internet with photographs when the net first
uploaded image content on sites such as Erotic Whispers,
Kinkycards,, Clean sheets, and Leg Scene. His vision created
the "Bears in Bondageland" series.

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