Iām not even going to hide my innate jealousy.
Maybe!I start with Yoni and maybe panty thief if I get that far. Guessing I will need tissues ?
Red heads will always be my type.
Her in Wedding Crashers specificallyā¦.
I'm a redhead!!!!!Red heads will always be my type.
Isla Fisher?!!! Like
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Damn I'm showing my age but I had a thing for her when she was Shannon in Home and AwayRed heads will always be my type.
Isla Fisher?!!! Like
Honestly, the way we laid there afterwards cuddling and calming our breaths before talking and cuddling some more made it the best experienceā¦absolute filth to perfect calm and intimacy
I have been working on a little something....
Youāre not alone on this one this buddy
I have been working on a little something....
....It'll be here later.
I'm hoping you will enjoy.
Short Story Title: "Left on Read" by Mistress Bean
Youāre literally the golden retriever on my thread JYouāre not alone on this one this buddy
Iām already so excited to read. Will it be soon? I need to make sure I have an early ish night tonight . Little miss makes me hard and giving me sleepless nights of bathroom wanks.
Finished dinner and settling in for the night. Time to start reading .Maybe!
Iām not sure if theyāre to your taste so I canāt sayā¦ I wouldnāt want you to read them and the tissue purely an unused accessory
Please do let me know if you had a little read, I love to hear feedback on my writing especially!
Just read them sent you a DM.Maybe!
Iām not sure if theyāre to your taste so I canāt sayā¦ I wouldnāt want you to read them and the tissue purely become an unused accessory
Please do let me know if you had a little read, I love to hear feedback on my writing especially!
This style of writing is a little out of my comfort zone...also maybe it won't read as well because I wrote it in less than two hours but... Let me know what you think.
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Part 1. Left On Read.
By Mistress Bean
Youāve been attempting conversation with me for weeks. Blathering on about how hard Iāve been making you with my naked photographs and raunchy posts. I know what Iām doing, but youā¦ you leave me little offerings, messages, pathetic declarations of how badly you wish to serve me. Iām a goddess, you say, you would get on your knees at my feet, you tell me. I imagine you refreshing your page, hoping, praying, wishing to see me reply.
But I donāt. Even though deep down Iāve been desperate to begin giving you my orders.
I like knowing I have you squirming. You love seeing my naked body, especially when I show you more, and tease you with erotic and dirty videos of my fingers sliding in and out of myself. I like knowing youāre spending your days hard and frustrated, pre cumming into your trousers as you desperately scroll through my posts, wondering if youāve already ruined your chances. You havenāt. Of course. But I canāt let you know. Not yet. Not until I give you your first order.
When I finally do, it's the last thing you expect.
I make sure the message is short and sweet, but I also attach an image that I know will make it hard to tell me no. I request that you kindly send me the address to your closest PO box, that the rest of the instructions will be with you in a couple of days.
You comply. Almost immediately. God, your obedience is hot.
I can feel the eagerness bleeding through your reply once your address was sent, the way you canāt quite hide your excitement. You try to keep it polite and controlled, but I know youāre already imagining what I might be sending you.
I donāt tell you, of course.
Instead, I let you thank me, and I drink in the long paragraphs full of gratitude to me, as though what you were about to receive was a gift given by God himself.
After Iāve had my fill of your quite frankly, pathetic gushing, I stop replying. I leave you with nothing, apart from the knowledge of the mystery package. I know youāll think about it when your eyes first open in the morning, when youāre at work, when youāre alone at night jerking yourself silly. I also know youāll check your PO box every chance you get, cock twitching at the thought of something of mine waiting for you inside. I know, because it turns me on to think about.
When it arrives, within its contents, you find: my worn lacy panties, folded perfectly, still carrying the faint scent of my cunt. I made sure to wear them whilst masturbating a few times before placing them in an air-tight plastic bag. Youāll press them to your nose before you even realise youāre doing it. The second item is a black hair ribbon, my ribbon. You will use it to tie your balls tightly, exactly as I tell you. And finally, a white card with a number on it. On the other side of the card is one command:
āTake your clothes off, kneel on the ground and tie up your balls with my hair ribbon. I want to you to have my panties ready too. Video the number on the reverse side of the card.ā - Mistress Bean
I let it ring 5 times before I answer.
My lips are painted a deep, blood red, and I know your first thought will be imagining what they would feel like, wrapped around your cock. That is, until you remember that I would never give you that pleasure. Iām wearing a black leather one piece, sat in a chair, one leg draped lazily over the arm, my phone propped on the table in front of me so you can see me in full.
Youāre kneeling on what looks like your bedroom floor, I can see my panties on the floor in front of you and the ribbon tied tightly around your balls, just how I requested. I can see your chest rising and falling quicker than it should and immediately my eyes flick down to your twitching cock.
Itās already leaking, and the sight makes me smirk. Iām not impressed, no, itās simply because youāre so desperate for my acknowledgement, that you have tied yourself up for me. And are willing to do as I say. My perfect, obedient little toy.
Great night for reading. Thanks. BeanThis style of writing is a little out of my comfort zone...also maybe it won't read as well because I wrote it in less than two hours but... Let me know what you think.
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Part 1. Left On Read.
By Mistress Bean
Youāve been attempting conversation with me for weeks. Blathering on about how hard Iāve been making you with my naked photographs and raunchy posts. I know what Iām doing, but youā¦ you leave me little offerings, messages, pathetic declarations of how badly you wish to serve me. Iām a goddess, you say, you would get on your knees at my feet, you tell me. I imagine you refreshing your page, hoping, praying, wishing to see me reply.
But I donāt. Even though deep down Iāve been desperate to begin giving you my orders.
I like knowing I have you squirming. You love seeing my naked body, especially when I show you more, and tease you with erotic and dirty videos of my fingers sliding in and out of myself. I like knowing youāre spending your days hard and frustrated, pre cumming into your trousers as you desperately scroll through my posts, wondering if youāve already ruined your chances. You havenāt. Of course. But I canāt let you know. Not yet. Not until I give you your first order.
When I finally do, it's the last thing you expect.
I make sure the message is short and sweet, but I also attach an image that I know will make it hard to tell me no. I request that you kindly send me the address to your closest PO box, that the rest of the instructions will be with you in a couple of days.
You comply. Almost immediately. God, your obedience is hot.
I can feel the eagerness bleeding through your reply once your address was sent, the way you canāt quite hide your excitement. You try to keep it polite and controlled, but I know youāre already imagining what I might be sending you.
I donāt tell you, of course.
Instead, I let you thank me, and I drink in the long paragraphs full of gratitude to me, as though what you were about to receive was a gift given by God himself.
After Iāve had my fill of your quite frankly, pathetic gushing, I stop replying. I leave you with nothing, apart from the knowledge of the mystery package. I know youāll think about it when your eyes first open in the morning, when youāre at work, when youāre alone at night jerking yourself silly. I also know youāll check your PO box every chance you get, cock twitching at the thought of something of mine waiting for you inside. I know, because it turns me on to think about.
When it arrives, within its contents, you find: my worn lacy panties, folded perfectly, still carrying the faint scent of my cunt. I made sure to wear them whilst masturbating a few times before placing them in an air-tight plastic bag. Youāll press them to your nose before you even realise youāre doing it. The second item is a black hair ribbon, my ribbon. You will use it to tie your balls tightly, exactly as I tell you. And finally, a white card with a number on it. On the other side of the card is one command:
āTake your clothes off, kneel on the ground and tie up your balls with my hair ribbon. I want to you to have my panties ready too. Video the number on the reverse side of the card.ā - Mistress Bean
I let it ring 5 times before I answer.
My lips are painted a deep, blood red, and I know your first thought will be imagining what they would feel like, wrapped around your cock. That is, until you remember that I would never give you that pleasure. Iām wearing a black leather one piece, sat in a chair, one leg draped lazily over the arm, my phone propped on the table in front of me so you can see me in full.
Youāre kneeling on what looks like your bedroom floor, I can see my panties on the floor in front of you and the ribbon tied tightly around your balls, just how I requested. I can see your chest rising and falling quicker than it should and immediately my eyes flick down to your twitching cock.
Itās already leaking, and the sight makes me smirk. Iām not impressed, no, itās simply because youāre so desperate for my acknowledgement, that you have tied yourself up for me. And are willing to do as I say. My perfect, obedient little toy.
I really do enjoy your bedtime stories, Mistress Beanā¦This style of writing is a little out of my comfort zone...also maybe it won't read as well because I wrote it in less than two hours but... Let me know what you think.
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Part 1. Left On Read.
By Mistress Bean
Youāve been attempting conversation with me for weeks. Blathering on about how hard Iāve been making you with my naked photographs and raunchy posts. I know what Iām doing, but youā¦ you leave me little offerings, messages, pathetic declarations of how badly you wish to serve me. Iām a goddess, you say, you would get on your knees at my feet, you tell me. I imagine you refreshing your page, hoping, praying, wishing to see me reply.
But I donāt. Even though deep down Iāve been desperate to begin giving you my orders.
I like knowing I have you squirming. You love seeing my naked body, especially when I show you more, and tease you with erotic and dirty videos of my fingers sliding in and out of myself. I like knowing youāre spending your days hard and frustrated, pre cumming into your trousers as you desperately scroll through my posts, wondering if youāve already ruined your chances. You havenāt. Of course. But I canāt let you know. Not yet. Not until I give you your first order.
When I finally do, it's the last thing you expect.
I make sure the message is short and sweet, but I also attach an image that I know will make it hard to tell me no. I request that you kindly send me the address to your closest PO box, that the rest of the instructions will be with you in a couple of days.
You comply. Almost immediately. God, your obedience is hot.
I can feel the eagerness bleeding through your reply once your address was sent, the way you canāt quite hide your excitement. You try to keep it polite and controlled, but I know youāre already imagining what I might be sending you.
I donāt tell you, of course.
Instead, I let you thank me, and I drink in the long paragraphs full of gratitude to me, as though what you were about to receive was a gift given by God himself.
After Iāve had my fill of your quite frankly, pathetic gushing, I stop replying. I leave you with nothing, apart from the knowledge of the mystery package. I know youāll think about it when your eyes first open in the morning, when youāre at work, when youāre alone at night jerking yourself silly. I also know youāll check your PO box every chance you get, cock twitching at the thought of something of mine waiting for you inside. I know, because it turns me on to think about.
When it arrives, within its contents, you find: my worn lacy panties, folded perfectly, still carrying the faint scent of my cunt. I made sure to wear them whilst masturbating a few times before placing them in an air-tight plastic bag. Youāll press them to your nose before you even realise youāre doing it. The second item is a black hair ribbon, my ribbon. You will use it to tie your balls tightly, exactly as I tell you. And finally, a white card with a number on it. On the other side of the card is one command:
āTake your clothes off, kneel on the ground and tie up your balls with my hair ribbon. I want to you to have my panties ready too. Video the number on the reverse side of the card.ā - Mistress Bean
I let it ring 5 times before I answer.
My lips are painted a deep, blood red, and I know your first thought will be imagining what they would feel like, wrapped around your cock. That is, until you remember that I would never give you that pleasure. Iām wearing a black leather one piece, sat in a chair, one leg draped lazily over the arm, my phone propped on the table in front of me so you can see me in full.
Youāre kneeling on what looks like your bedroom floor, I can see my panties on the floor in front of you and the ribbon tied tightly around your balls, just how I requested. I can see your chest rising and falling quicker than it should and immediately my eyes flick down to your twitching cock.
Itās already leaking, and the sight makes me smirk. Iām not impressed, no, itās simply because youāre so desperate for my acknowledgement, that you have tied yourself up for me. And are willing to do as I say. My perfect, obedient little toy.
I'm creative and inventive and would experiment with novel ways to worship your body.To spice things upā¦ and see how many answers have changedā¦. Iāve brought back this little quiz I did a few months ago
Letās have some fun. And in light of wanting to get to know some of you a lil moreā¦the lurkers, the dudes who comment here and thereā¦ letās find some interesting things about each other
1) Convince me youāre a good time in ONE sentence. Bonus points if your answer says more than āfuck you good.ā Be creative.
I have traveled lots done lots and well read. At least I would have good conversation when my tongue is not exploring you
The Spicybean Show... you kill me quickly
Look for eye contact.. the one that lingers longer than a casual look. Then go over and be honest.
a bottle of massage oil and plenty of toys
Knowing stuff, they all say I should go on quizz shows. Don't necessarily agree as there are gaps in my knowlege
Broad shoulders.
The Earth is flat
My flat earth globe
suntan lotion, an encylopedia and bucker and spade
Many... but maybe a barbeque at house shared by three girls and just me. It was student days, they were undergrads and,I was doing my PhD. I had got to know them as I helped out in lab classes. It's a long story but I ended up cooking in just a pinafore. Later they dared me to remove it which I did and had my first clothed male naked female exoerience. After a few drinks they started to tease and it became incredibly arousing...
No, I don't think so.
Massage, oral and sensual exploration of a womans body for hours..
A girl who intoduced me to D/s. She was submissve and quite an exhibitionist. Lots of kinky fun. We saw each other for a couple of years.
I would be very hard
If the date went well, we might move to a different bar and later take it back to your place/hotel/carā¦
Tap here to see what I would look like if you fucked around and found out
I got very hard reading thisThis style of writing is a little out of my comfort zone...also maybe it won't read as well because I wrote it in less than two hours but... Let me know what you think.
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Part 1. Left On Read.
By Mistress Bean
Youāve been attempting conversation with me for weeks. Blathering on about how hard Iāve been making you with my naked photographs and raunchy posts. I know what Iām doing, but youā¦ you leave me little offerings, messages, pathetic declarations of how badly you wish to serve me. Iām a goddess, you say, you would get on your knees at my feet, you tell me. I imagine you refreshing your page, hoping, praying, wishing to see me reply.
But I donāt. Even though deep down Iāve been desperate to begin giving you my orders.
I like knowing I have you squirming. You love seeing my naked body, especially when I show you more, and tease you with erotic and dirty videos of my fingers sliding in and out of myself. I like knowing youāre spending your days hard and frustrated, pre cumming into your trousers as you desperately scroll through my posts, wondering if youāve already ruined your chances. You havenāt. Of course. But I canāt let you know. Not yet. Not until I give you your first order.
When I finally do, it's the last thing you expect.
I make sure the message is short and sweet, but I also attach an image that I know will make it hard to tell me no. I request that you kindly send me the address to your closest PO box, that the rest of the instructions will be with you in a couple of days.
You comply. Almost immediately. God, your obedience is hot.
I can feel the eagerness bleeding through your reply once your address was sent, the way you canāt quite hide your excitement. You try to keep it polite and controlled, but I know youāre already imagining what I might be sending you.
I donāt tell you, of course.
Instead, I let you thank me, and I drink in the long paragraphs full of gratitude to me, as though what you were about to receive was a gift given by God himself.
After Iāve had my fill of your quite frankly, pathetic gushing, I stop replying. I leave you with nothing, apart from the knowledge of the mystery package. I know youāll think about it when your eyes first open in the morning, when youāre at work, when youāre alone at night jerking yourself silly. I also know youāll check your PO box every chance you get, cock twitching at the thought of something of mine waiting for you inside. I know, because it turns me on to think about.
When it arrives, within its contents, you find: my worn lacy panties, folded perfectly, still carrying the faint scent of my cunt. I made sure to wear them whilst masturbating a few times before placing them in an air-tight plastic bag. Youāll press them to your nose before you even realise youāre doing it. The second item is a black hair ribbon, my ribbon. You will use it to tie your balls tightly, exactly as I tell you. And finally, a white card with a number on it. On the other side of the card is one command:
āTake your clothes off, kneel on the ground and tie up your balls with my hair ribbon. I want to you to have my panties ready too. Video the number on the reverse side of the card.ā - Mistress Bean
I let it ring 5 times before I answer.
My lips are painted a deep, blood red, and I know your first thought will be imagining what they would feel like, wrapped around your cock. That is, until you remember that I would never give you that pleasure. Iām wearing a black leather one piece, sat in a chair, one leg draped lazily over the arm, my phone propped on the table in front of me so you can see me in full.
Youāre kneeling on what looks like your bedroom floor, I can see my panties on the floor in front of you and the ribbon tied tightly around your balls, just how I requested. I can see your chest rising and falling quicker than it should and immediately my eyes flick down to your twitching cock.
Itās already leaking, and the sight makes me smirk. Iām not impressed, no, itās simply because youāre so desperate for my acknowledgement, that you have tied yourself up for me. And are willing to do as I say. My perfect, obedient little toy.
Oooh muchly enamored of this one.When the red lipstick and black latex & leather body suit comes out, so does my more dominant side.
Enjoy(I took these specifically for lit a lil while ago)
2) https://postimg.cc/DJnGrbKf
Which one do you like the most
Number 1.. I love your nipples and lipsWhen the red lipstick and black latex & leather body suit comes out, so does my more dominant side.
Enjoy
1) https://postimg.cc/14Tx40SQ
2) https://postimg.cc/DJnGrbKf
3) https://postimg.cc/3Wt6VXNG
Which one do you like the most
Just finished watching Cruella, actually. Iād survive well; itās set in London and I liked it when I was there. Definitely fucking Cruella. Bit nuts but Emma Stone.. damn.
I would like to go one step further:It might be less of a āstimulatingā topic yes, maybe.
But I try to talk about variety of subjects to keep everyone on their toesā¦.
I also seriously doubt youād find it stimulating to know that if you were to walk behind me up the stairs, the hem of my skirt would ride just high enough to let you catch a little glimpse of what I didnāt bother to wear underneath.
Or maybe you would prefer it if I ordered you to lay down on your back, hands down by your sides whilst stepping over you in my short skirt. Iād place my feet either side of your head giving you the perfect upskirt view. Youād be forced to stare up between my legs, watching me, whilst I stand above you, scrolling absently through my phone, pretending not to careā¦.
