Name calling kink Stories

(sung) Come Christmas, I’m always stone-broke, poor and penniless like the pet rat of the pope. So this year to save me from tears I signed up for something special. Cheap elf costume is what they provide But it seems I still catch your eye. Tell me, baby, do you recognise me? In this baggy, stripy disaster – it wouldn’t surprise me. “Just pull this top down a bit, like this: more cleavage, more cheap slut - more you. Voi...

His spell on me is broken. I stay still, frozen. I refuse to take instructions from anyone, especially from him. Even under current circumstances. It takes a lot more for this feral feline to be eating out of his hand. He can use me, we have established that, but he will not order me around. Even if he has this black-magic way with words that seep into my mind taking it on a delicious joyride. “Knickers off,” he repeats i...