Dear Shoeblossom:
Miguel awaits me, as he and his assistants prepare the cocaine with baking soda.
Mig gives orders mostly, and the fellows chop and mix the drugs, and suddenly, there I am in my snug little Hello Kitty top and cargo pants. I've been out shopping with Miguel's Platinum Visa, and I grin at him loopily.
"Remy, honey how are you?"
Mig smiles at me. His partner, JaVaughn is always amazed at how respectful and worshipful Mig seems around me.
As one of the biggest drug suppliers in Connecticut, Mig has had his share of women, and kicked more than a few of them around...but as JaVaughn comments, I might be the girl "for' keeps".
"Come into the other room, baby" I say, with a false giggle.
"I got you something."
And Miguel comes, signaling to his men to continue their work.
Mig is good at what he does, and he gets a real kick out of doing it well.
When I first met Miguel, he had naked girls doing the work, because nude, they couldn't steal anything, but I made him switch to guys, and I insisted he have a bit of trust...so they wear clothes now!
When we got into the other room, Miguel looks at me pleadingly.
I snap my fingers and my face turns coldly impassive.
Mig undresses, and kneels on a stool, putting his hands behind his head.
His dick is locked in a metal tube, and he knows that if he wants me to run my long French manicure up and down it (there is no hope of orgasm today) he must suck up, and suck up good.
"D-did you have a good shopping trip, Remy?"
Mig asks, as I shake a few diamond bracelets (yes, I said a few) out on the table.
"You look like you got neat stuff."
"Oh, shut up, Mig, you simpering idiot." I snap.
I fetch my cane from the table and walk over and whack him hard across the nipples, and tears come to his eyes. Big, tough, drug dealer.
Though you know, at least he didn't remove his hands from behind his head!
Then I unlock his pitiful chastity tube and begin stroking Miguel and telling him how much I want to fuck the young men in the street, or how I did fuck one or two.
"Yup, took the kid who carried my bags from Stop N Shop into the backseat and blew him, Miguel. It was lots of fun.
His dick was bigger than yours—I could see it without a microscope!"
"Remy, please, don't be so mean to me, ma'am." Migs pleads. But you know he loves it.
My father, an alcoholic physician ironically employed at the famous Institute for Living, here in Connecticut, named me after his favorite drink, Remy-Martin. .
I have long light brown hair, and perky breasts, and long legs (I understand that sort of detail is important to your readers) and I'm a drug dealer's moll.
Miguel is a tough, violent, very successful dealer, too. A millionaire by the time he was twenty-five. How he became a submissive is a mystery.
And of course it's a big secret. I can write about it here, because I don't think most people in our um, field in Hartford, Connecticut read your letters, Shoeblossom.
And I muse about the level of submission that my boyfriend, slave, and soon to be husband is at.
I've seen him kick the shit out of rival pushers, or out of one of his menials because the guy was selling to young kids, and yes, Miguel is a tough guy, and after two prison sentences with lotsa weightlifting, he is really strong.
I weigh about 110 soaking wet, and I command him quite easily.
Mig used to fuck 20 different girls a day, and now I have him bound and when he's lucky I unlock his chastity tube and toy with his swelling, desperate erection for hours!
This is a man who can get nearly any request granted, but not from me. I love tickling his frenum and pulling his foreskin, while he struggles against the ropes that secure his hands behind his back.
Mig tries desperately to get me to let him spurt, but I never do—sometimes when he's really close to cumming, I'll tie a firecracker to his dick, or just hit it with a little Icy Hot.
Watching him tear up when going through an excruciating experience like this is rather hilarious!
Then I like to rub my boobs against his dick.
They aren't huge, but they're shaped right, and quite soft...Mig's dick gets bigger and bigger, and I rub softly and then pull my narrow little body away just as he is about to release!
.
"Tell me you're my faggot, tell me you're a maricon, Miguel" I tease, knowing that saying such a thing will torture his macho soul forever.
Or I turn him over, still bound and whip his bare ass with a thick leather belt, reminding him of how his Daddy used to beat him.
So I sometimes make Mig strip off his tight black jeans and his muscle shirts and all the medallions, and the engineer's boots, and make him parade around in a pink nightie and a pair of panties.
It's quite hilarious, and it brings him back to the nightmare of his childhood.
And when he looks at me through tear streaked eyes as he minces back and forth as I play "Itsy Bitsy Spider" or a "My Little Pony" video, I taunt him.
"You don't want to fuck me, you're just a little girl who wants to lick a boy's dick, aren't you, Miguelita?"
And then I take my buggy whip (an antique that I made Migs pay about $800 for) and I stalk up in my tight top and short-shorts, and I RIP off his nightie and his panties and whip him and make him DANCE as the lashes crack across his thighs and his hard cock.
"Faggot, pansy, worthless little bitch" I chant as the buggy whip lashes crisscross his skin until Mig is sobbing and crying.
"You'll NEVER get to fuck me. I'd rather fuck your lowest employee or even the crack heads that beg for your rock then let you put your dick anywhere NEAR ME."
I force Mig onto his knees, and I get a huge dildo and I RAM it into him. When Mig was a boy, his five older brothers would beat him up and sodomize him, and his mother would tell him
"They love you, they just are teasing." His poor butt hole, filled with blood and his brother's semen because they love him?
But I ram it down his rectum also...and then make him lick the blood and shit off it, threatening to make him suck some nigger dick on the street to show his true submission...for whatever reason this helped him process his evil childhood.
At the end, of course, I let him take me to the bed and cover my beautiful naked body in kisses and licks, telling me how wonderful I am. I giggle to myself because he groans and moans as he moves about, because I've whipped him so hard!
Miguel, for such a brutal person, can be so sweet and gentle with me when he's worshipping my body. He loves me, thinks I'm hot stuff, and of course it helps a great deal that his cock is denied for such long periods of time.
Five orgasms from Mig's mouth later, I tie him up, ice down his erection and lock it back in his chastity device, and roll him under the bed to sleep alone, while I seduce some young stud from down the hall to come in and fuck me in every hole!
And Miguel is on the hard floor, thinking of how his Remy is having the time of her life!
The young man of course usually is either employed by Mig or terrified of him, and would shit a brick if he knew that Mig was hiding under the bed. But he can't resist me because I'm so HOT.
In the morning, after such escapades, I pull poor Miguel out, and of course he's covered in dust bunnies, and he's all stiff from lying there all night, and some of his bloody welts from the whipping are now infected from the dust.
"Get me my coffee and breakfast, asshole.
You wish your dick was big enough to satisfy me, right Mig?
Poor Pasquale, who is terrified of you, is a better fuck than you'll ever be. You have a dick like a Vienna sausage...but of course you know that, right?"
But he cheerfully bathes and massages me, shaves my legs and paints my nails, and tells me I am his PRINCESS.
And why not? It's difficult, because of course his dick is practically going to burst out of the chastity tube.
And then he showers and dresses for his day. And I can spend the day doing blow and hanging out, fucking whoever comes by...
Sometimes I even tell Mig to send me different men to fuck.
This is especially difficult for him, as he is not allowed to show his jealousy at all. Wiping out that machismo thing has been a real goal of mine!
I still remember the old days, when I was just one of his "Bitches" and then finding out his interest in female domination.
I knew a bit about that kind of stuff, as I had kinky neighbors.
I used to watch this old couple who lived behind me...she would make her husband drop his pants and she'd whip him with a cut-off garden hose in the back yard, and then tie him to a tree!
Once I went over and stroked him off, this 70 year old slave boy, and I snuck off right after he came, so his wife wouldn't be too cruel to him!
Then in college, I waitressed at one of those bondage retreat deals, and I had to say, there's nothing funnier than watching a woman make her husband jack off into his coffee to give it "Cream"!
I saw a few of Migs' magazines, the S&M ones, but I didn't say anything till he brought it up.
But soon thereafter I took over. The fun of tease and denial is just wonderful! I began rubbing all over him and then pushing his hands away, and he would get so upset...but it was amazing how submissive my poor drug dealer could be!
The first time Miguel let me tie him up naked and whip his ass, I was a little afraid he might shoot me afterwards.
(this is evidence of how much we've changed as a couple) and then when I was astounded that he wanted me to put him in chastity...God it was weird.
