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SpicyBean99 said:
A little read of something I wrote a while ago for the more "subby" guys here...although...I think most will enjoy it, I hope. If it tickled anyone’s pickle enough, let me know I’ll continue it at some point 🥰

https://postimg.cc/3088mMqk

Left On Read.

You’ve been attempting conversation with me for weeks. Blathering on about how hard I’ve been making you with my naked photographs and raunchy posts. I know what I’m doing, but you… You leave me little offerings, messages, pathetic declarations of how badly you wish to serve me. I’m 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 don’t.

Even though deep down, I’ve 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 you’re spending your days hard and frustrated, pre cumming into your trousers as you desperately scroll through my posts, wondering if you’ve already ruined your chances. You haven’t. Of course.

But I can’t 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, so 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 can’t quite hide your excitement. You try to keep it polite and controlled, but I know you’re already imagining what I might be sending you.

I don’t 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 I’ve 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 you’ll think about it when your eyes first open in the morning, when you’re at work, when you’re alone at night, jerking yourself silly. I also know you’ll 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. You’ll press them to your nose before you even realise you’re 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 my phone number, and beneath it, a command:

“Take your clothes off, kneel on the ground and tie up your balls with my hair ribbon. I want you to have my panties ready, too. Video the number on the reverse side of the card.” - 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. I’m wearing a black leather one-piece, sitting 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.

You’re 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 as I requested. I can see your chest rising and falling quicker than it should, and immediately, my eyes flick down to your twitching cock.

It’s already leaking, and the sight makes me smirk. I’m not impressed; it’s simply because you’re so desperate for my acknowledgement, you’ve tied yourself up for me.

My little obedient toy.
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Wow this is sooo good. More please
 
SpicyBean99 said:
THE SECOND VIDEO IS XXX RATED AND TOTALLY NOT SUITABLE FOR WORK… I did warn you ;) 💦

Do you prefer the view this way?

https://vlix.io/video/f8a1c259f464ba89ea11/

Or…

https://vlix.io/video/d34925bdbdc9b0186634/
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Wow! Both are delicious, and the first one is very in keeping with your Mistress Spicy theme because I can only imagine how good that view would be as you pulled down them shorts for me to devour you in that position - but, that would be up to Mistress Spicy of course!

The second video, well you're just perfection all wrapped up aren't you!
SpicyBean99 said:
Hello You! 😙

AHHH thankyou 😍😍

Fuck…. I really thought this story wouldn’t do so well… now I have to sit down and get back into the mindset of Mistress Spicy ;) (oh no, what an absolute drag…. she says sarcastically.)
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That sounds like such a hardship! But i'm so glad that you love that mindset!

Your written word is very tantalising!

Hope you have a great Wednesday! xx
 
ShaneoD said:
Luckily for me I'm not in work 😋

The first video reminded me of something that does it for me that is almost forgotten about too
SpicyBean99 said:
A little read of something I wrote a while ago for the more "subby" guys here...although...I think most will enjoy it, I hope. If it tickled anyone’s pickle enough, let me know I’ll continue it at some point 🥰

https://postimg.cc/3088mMqk

Left On Read.

You’ve been attempting conversation with me for weeks. Blathering on about how hard I’ve been making you with my naked photographs and raunchy posts. I know what I’m doing, but you… You leave me little offerings, messages, pathetic declarations of how badly you wish to serve me. I’m 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 don’t.

Even though deep down, I’ve 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 you’re spending your days hard and frustrated, pre cumming into your trousers as you desperately scroll through my posts, wondering if you’ve already ruined your chances. You haven’t. Of course.

But I can’t 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, so 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 can’t quite hide your excitement. You try to keep it polite and controlled, but I know you’re already imagining what I might be sending you.

I don’t 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 I’ve 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 you’ll think about it when your eyes first open in the morning, when you’re at work, when you’re alone at night, jerking yourself silly. I also know you’ll 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. You’ll press them to your nose before you even realise you’re 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 my phone number, and beneath it, a command:

“Take your clothes off, kneel on the ground and tie up your balls with my hair ribbon. I want you to have my panties ready, too. Video the number on the reverse side of the card.” - 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. I’m wearing a black leather one-piece, sitting 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.

You’re 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 as I requested. I can see your chest rising and falling quicker than it should, and immediately, my eyes flick down to your twitching cock.

It’s already leaking, and the sight makes me smirk. I’m not impressed; it’s simply because you’re so desperate for my acknowledgement, you’ve tied yourself up for me.

My little obedient toy.
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Wow fucking great. Your a star miss Bean, 😘
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SpicyBean99 said:
A little read of something I wrote a while ago for the more "subby" guys here...although...I think most will enjoy it, I hope. If it tickled anyone’s pickle enough, let me know I’ll continue it at some point 🥰

https://postimg.cc/3088mMqk

Left On Read.

You’ve been attempting conversation with me for weeks. Blathering on about how hard I’ve been making you with my naked photographs and raunchy posts. I know what I’m doing, but you… You leave me little offerings, messages, pathetic declarations of how badly you wish to serve me. I’m 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 don’t.

Even though deep down, I’ve 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 you’re spending your days hard and frustrated, pre cumming into your trousers as you desperately scroll through my posts, wondering if you’ve already ruined your chances. You haven’t. Of course.

But I can’t 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, so 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 can’t quite hide your excitement. You try to keep it polite and controlled, but I know you’re already imagining what I might be sending you.

I don’t 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 I’ve 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 you’ll think about it when your eyes first open in the morning, when you’re at work, when you’re alone at night, jerking yourself silly. I also know you’ll 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. You’ll press them to your nose before you even realise you’re 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 my phone number, and beneath it, a command:

“Take your clothes off, kneel on the ground and tie up your balls with my hair ribbon. I want you to have my panties ready, too. Video the number on the reverse side of the card.” - 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. I’m wearing a black leather one-piece, sitting 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.

You’re 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 as I requested. I can see your chest rising and falling quicker than it should, and immediately, my eyes flick down to your twitching cock.

It’s already leaking, and the sight makes me smirk. I’m not impressed; it’s simply because you’re so desperate for my acknowledgement, you’ve tied yourself up for me.

My little obedient toy.
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First, I think this is hot as fuck. Second, I hope this is okay- want to try writing this from the sub perspective:

I was tired of the same old porn. I wanted to read what people felt, saw, heard, and so I found Lit for the stories. I didn't even know there was a message board, but in idly scrolling, I saw it. Real people (maybe) with thoughts similar to mine, pervs, and boobs. Big ones, small ones, some the size of my head. Dommes, subs, AI generated people, bots. But work was slow this week. So I figured I'd join.

"Wit & Nipples," showed up on the screen, and what a treat for me. I'm witty, and I like nipples! I did not know how much of a treat I was truly in for. This was all new to me. I only did message boards in the 2000s, and they were all related to sports. AOL chatrooms from my teens were a distant memory. Her personality shined through; her face was gorgeous; her genuineness shined. She wrote back to people like a true human, exuded sexual confidence and real confidence. Sure, she had some insecurities, but that made her even more attractive. Praise kink? Shit, she deserved to be constantly praised. I’d praise her as long as she fucking let me. I needed to write her, but I wasn't sure how.

Dick pics are out; I'm not an idiot. "I want to submit to you" is something she surely heard daily, was unoriginal, and I didn't even know what it meant. But damn, I needed to know her. I wrote for a living. I convinced people who had been practicing law for decades that I was right, and had colleagues telling me I needed to charge more money to clients. But I couldn't fucking put a single word on paper that would get a response. So I tried something different. I just liked a few comments she wrote, made a few pithy remarks on "WIt & Nipples," and hoped. Hope would do me no good. She liked my posts, and despite the alert telling me she "loved" them, she fucking "loved" everybody's posts. So, I tried again.

"I've tried to write you several times, because you're truly fucking enchanting. I've never done anything like this before, and I know you get these messages from 100s of people a day. You'll probably never even see this one. But, I think you're spectacularly beautiful. You make your posts fun, and engaging. I'm just a 42 year old guy far away in the states. But I love your smile, and would love to know how I can make you smile more. If you're interested in talking to a newly identified submissive who is surely going to babble and stammer his way through, but with no expectation of anything more than hoping to make you happy, please feel free to write."

I hadn't hit refresh like this since I was searching for jobs. She was writing in her thread, and even liked my short one liner. But no response. Of course not; I'm just a small fish in a big pond adoring her mind, her body, and idly stroking over my jeans while I sat at a computer. Helpless before I'd ever spoken to her. I got a cup of coffee, and came back. My brief wasn't due until tomorrow, and surely it wouldn't hurt to look through a few more of the 400 pages in her thread. And then it popped up. "You've got mail" played in my head, and I opened it. "Thank you for the note. Looking forward to getting to know you."

Nothing else. She acknowledged me and basically closed the door. But I couldn't give up. So I sent a picture, clean, of me, smiling and the cup of coffee in my hand. "Getting to know you is better than the best cup of coffee in the world. You're a fucking Goddess, and anybody would be lucky for the chance." Before I knew it, I hit send.

Refresh---for days. No response. I should just move on. There are lots of women here. Some would surely talk to me if I got to know them. But I was captivated. She was a Goddess. So, I told her. "You're such a Goddess. I've never done anything like this, but damn, I crave to know what it would be like to be on my knees for you. To learn what serving you felt like. To know what it meant to make you smile with this eager and obedient boy at your feet. Please."

Refresh again...all day. And then a response. My cock immediately pulsed, I hadn't even opened it yet. "You'd be such a good little boy for me." And a picture, of your cleavage. Cleavage that would lead men to fight over. Cleavage that made precum immediately ooze.

"Fuck. Please let me be."

We chatted on and off; and by chatted, I mean I wrote paragraphs committing myself to your happiness, pleading for responses, sending voice messages, and, every two days or so getting a one line response, leaving me eager for more. And I couldn't help but continue to refresh.

Then, the message. A picture, your fingers over your panties, the smirk on your face. "Kindly send me the address to your closest PO box, so that the rest of the instructions will be with you in a couple of days." FUCK! Yes! What the hell is a PO Box? I find out, send it, and continue to wait. Do I write her while I wait for a package? Do I just wait? Of course, I can't help but write, speak, babble. Her beauty knows no bounds, and she chose to send something TO ME!
 
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SpicyBean99 said:
A little read of something I wrote a while ago for the more "subby" guys here...although...I think most will enjoy it, I hope. If it tickled anyone’s pickle enough, let me know I’ll continue it at some point 🥰

https://postimg.cc/3088mMqk

Left On Read.

You’ve been attempting conversation with me for weeks. Blathering on about how hard I’ve been making you with my naked photographs and raunchy posts. I know what I’m doing, but you… You leave me little offerings, messages, pathetic declarations of how badly you wish to serve me. I’m 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 don’t.

Even though deep down, I’ve 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 you’re spending your days hard and frustrated, pre cumming into your trousers as you desperately scroll through my posts, wondering if you’ve already ruined your chances. You haven’t. Of course.

But I can’t 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, so 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 can’t quite hide your excitement. You try to keep it polite and controlled, but I know you’re already imagining what I might be sending you.

I don’t 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 I’ve 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 you’ll think about it when your eyes first open in the morning, when you’re at work, when you’re alone at night, jerking yourself silly. I also know you’ll 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. You’ll press them to your nose before you even realise you’re 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 my phone number, and beneath it, a command:

“Take your clothes off, kneel on the ground and tie up your balls with my hair ribbon. I want you to have my panties ready, too. Video the number on the reverse side of the card.” - 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. I’m wearing a black leather one-piece, sitting 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.

You’re 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 as I requested. I can see your chest rising and falling quicker than it should, and immediately, my eyes flick down to your twitching cock.

It’s already leaking, and the sight makes me smirk. I’m not impressed; it’s simply because you’re so desperate for my acknowledgement, you’ve tied yourself up for me.

My little obedient toy.
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Part 2

Then it came. Panties. Her delicious scent. The color of the ones she wore in the picture. Jesus. Hell, she could hang me by a cross. “Take your clothes off, kneel on the ground and tie up your balls with my hair ribbon. I want you to have my panties ready, too. Video the number on the reverse side of the card.” - Mistress Bean

Fuck! I can't help but get home as fast as I can. I strip, leaving my clothes at the front door and walk to my office. I kneel and tie my balls. I grab the phone, but the angle isn't right from here. And the wood floor is harder than I thought on my knees. Plus, the dog keeps licking my face. So, I try the bedroom. I find a good angle for the phone, and I call. Deep breaths as it rings. And rings. And she answers. And I barely know what to say. "Hello, Goddess," whimpers out from my mouth. My cock, the cock I crave for you to own...to use....pulses. And you smirk. The smirk I've yearned to bring to your beautiful lips. The smirk I want to continue to bring to them. To hope I can be your toy, and you can be my Goddess.
 
SpicyBean99 said:
THE SECOND VIDEO IS XXX RATED AND TOTALLY NOT SUITABLE FOR WORK… I did warn you ;) 💦

Do you prefer the view this way?

https://vlix.io/video/f8a1c259f464ba89ea11/

Or…

https://vlix.io/video/d34925bdbdc9b0186634/
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1. An amazingley beautiful curvy ass you've got.. Would love to remove those sexy hot pants
SpicyBean99 said:
Hello You! 😙

AHHH thankyou 😍😍

Fuck…. I really thought this story wouldn’t do so well… now I have to sit down and get back into the mindset of Mistress Spicy ;) (oh no, what an absolute drag…. she says sarcastically.)
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You were wrong miss Bean its gone down fucking great with all your admires. Me near the top. 😘😘😘😘
 
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SpicyBean99 said:
THE SECOND VIDEO IS XXX RATED AND TOTALLY NOT SUITABLE FOR WORK… I did warn you ;) 💦

Do you prefer the view this way?

https://vlix.io/video/f8a1c259f464ba89ea11/

Or…

https://vlix.io/video/d34925bdbdc9b0186634/
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1. What a stunning ass you've got. Beautiful curves. Would love to pull those sexy pants down and admire your
crown jewel of a pussy.
2.Wow An absolutley georgeous delectable cunt. Every mans dream of servicing. So juicy and smooth lips to die for. Alas i cant Medical EDs seen to that. But im alive to enjoy that beautiful sight.
Just dream of using my lips and tongue to pleasure it. Pity the clip not longer. Thanks Miss B. 😘😘😘👅👅👅😈😈😈
 
Mickyb9669 said:
1. Wow sensational view, perfect ass of a beautiful very sexy miss Bean. Georgeous curves. Would love to pull those tight pants down and view you crown jewel of a pussy.
2. Im speachless what a fucking glorious sight your stunning cunt there to be devoured and pleasured.Alas i' e no fit cock to do that. Medical EDs seen to that but im alive to enjoy that sight. 😘😘
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Sir. I appreciate your… compliments 🙂 but could you please refrain from spamming the thread with the same messages? (x3 in a row…)?

Thankyou kindly. 🤨
 
SpicyBean99 said:
Sir. I appreciate your… compliments 🙂 but could you please refrain from spamming the thread with the same messages?

Thankyou kindly. 🤨
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1. But you are!
2. But it's true!
3. But I must say it!
4. But I just have to say it again!

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
 
SpicyBean99 said:
Sir. I appreciate your… compliments 🙂 but could you please refrain from spamming the thread with the same messages? (x3 in a row…)?

Thankyou kindly. 🤨
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Sorry tech issue here. Lit keeps stopping and wife keeps interrupting hehe. Genuine comments i get so frustrated not having a working cock. Your pages are a pleasure to view and read, 😘
 
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