Allie Heart!

Hi, let's play a game. I want you to open up an email right now. Deviate now. And if it wasn't already clear, I'm your person. Start to fill it out. Tell me all those pesky l*ttle details about you. You're exposure person, their number. Your job. Send me a picture, I want to know what you look like when you're not being my s*ssy bl*ckmail-fantasy b*tch. I have an idea of what you look like right now. One hand on the keyboard filling out all of your information and your other hand on your c*ck, which luckily for you is not locked up at the moment, and under your control, for now.

And when you're done filling out your information, I want you to set a random timer and when it goes off you're going to h*t send automatically, like a programmed s*ssy puppet. Then start the timer, but don't look at it. Don't worry, I'll give you reasons not to look at it. And if the way I look in my tight jeans and sheer top, if those aren't reasons enough for you not to look at your countdown timer for when you're exposed to me, then I want you to tribute me every single time you look at it. $25. Aww did you already look at the timer? Do you already know how much time you have before you're mine?

I know you've been a good s*ssy b*tch boy and you haven't looked and if you have you've paid me already. But now I have another task for you. Get your matching pantyhose and put them on. Show me that my l*ttle s*ssy bl*ckmail-fantasy b*tch boy knows how to follow directions. Show me that if that timer went off, I wouldn't be ruining some random boy on the internet, I'd be ruining a smart boy who knows what he's doing and knows how to listen. But I know you still have time. Stroke your c*ck. I'm going to turn you into my l*ttle s*ssy bl*ckmail-fantasy b*tch boy. Wearing pantyhose when I tell you to, locked in chastity when I want you to. Maybe if I let you c*m, eating it because I tell you to.

And I hope you have matching high heels to go with your sheer, shiny pantyhose just like mine. Don't look at your timer. Stroke it faster, edge yourself, get yourself nice and horny and st*pid. I want you in my web, stroking along in pantyhose, a l*ttle s*ssy b*tch boy, on your knees whenever I want you to. I've done this before, I have a number of boys whose information I have tucked away. I won't do anything with it but I like to keep it just in case. Then all I have to do is simply dangle my heel and suddenly I have a boy stroking and stroking and stroking in a weakened state. But no cumming, not yet.

G*d you're not just a bl*ckmail-fantasy s*ssy horny b*tch boy, you're a dum dum too, aren't you? You know it's not time to c*m yet. You're smarter than that. Stroke for your bl*ckmail-fantasy goddess. Stroke for my cute feet in pantyhose. Stroke with my foot in your face. Stroke because you're my bl*ckmail-fantasy s*ssy b*tch boy. Stroke to my feet, stroke to my heels. You're right on the edge. But do not c*m because when you c*m I'm going to make you get on your knees and lap it up. You're going to clean up your mess, even if it's in your pantyhose, I want you to take them off and stuff them in your mouth as soon as you're done.

Keep stroking, keep building it up, but no cumming, not yet. Because when you do c*m, you're gonna be so f*cked. Get yourself right to the edge, I'm going to let you c*m to my feet you lucky boy. Go on, c*m, c*m for me. Now eat it. Slurp it up. Did that timer go off? Did you send it? I already have what I need. I know what gets you going. I have you in your pantyhose, covered in your own c*m, lapping it up. You're trapped, my bl*ckmail-fantasy c*m eating s*ssy b*tch.

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