My skin is as soft as petals. Imagine removing each of these flower heads with your teeth, oh so close to my ass and pussy...but you have a job to do! Stay focused!
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Do you like pantyhose?
The sheer hosiery feels so soft and silky against my legs.
I've always been a fan of seeing how high I can pull my tights...I've done it since I can remember! I like the feeling of the waistband under my tits.
I decided these were a little too "ordinary", so I dug my nail scissors out of my toiletries bag and made them crotchless.... Check out your DMs...
Good morning! May your Monday be softened with the hardening of your cock to this story...
"That sinking feeling" - Another erotic story by Eevee
Inspired by the comment âYou need a proper dishwasherâ
I finally haul myself off the sofa and shuffle reluctantly into the kitchen, knowing I must tackle the pile of dishes at some point. My dishwasher has been on the blink for a couple of weeks now and itâs finally given up. I always get that sinking feeling when I have to do the dishes.
âI will reward myself with a nice, soaky bath when Iâm done,â I decide.
I slide my hands into my yellow rubber gloves, guiding each of my fingers into place, enjoying the soft velvety texture inside. The gloves are one of the redeeming features of washing up; rubbery goodness!
I squeeze the plug into the tight hole in the sink, giggling to myself at the reminder of a plug gag I had been using the day before on a rather âtalkativeâ submissive. I turn the taps on and squeeze a generous amount of washing up liquid into the sink, splashing about to make a mountain of bubbles: not particularly conducive to successful washing up, but far more fun.
My phone rings and I hit the âhandsfreeâ button with my nose as my rubber gloves are far too soapy.
âHiya! Can I call you back in a bit? Just about to attempt the mammoth task of dish washing.â I moan, bending down close to the phone to be heard over the running tap, sticking my bum out for a wiggle.
âYeah, of course. You need a proper dishwasher!â my friend giggles.
I do. I really, really do. I should not be doing these menial tasks; theyâre below me.
I rearrange the dirty dishes on the counter, shape the bubbles in the sink into a giant willy, sing into the dish brush for a bit, procrastinating the task at hand. Staring at my reflection in the silver cupboard knobs, my friends words ring in my mind.
YOU NEED A PROPER DISHWASHER. YOU NEED A PROPER DISHWASHER. YOU NEED A PROPER DISHWASHER.
I pull off the rubber gloves, throw them next to the dishes, and make a call.
âCome to my house, I have a job for you.â I hang up the phone without a response, knowing full well my request wouldnât be denied.
I go to the wardrobe in my playroom and select an outfit for my guest, laying it on the bed. I love selecting outfits for my toys to wear. Itâs like having my own little doll to dress up. Plus, I find itâ a great way to evoke the right headspace for servitude. I return to the comfort of my sofa until the knock at the door comes.
Itâs not long before I hear a faint tap. I roll my eyes at having to get up again and shuffle my slippers to the door. I open it and the man on the other side bows low, averting his gaze.
âAt your service, Miss.â
âCome in. You outfit is in the playroom. Hurry up.â
He drops to his hands and knees and crawls across the rough doormat. I giggle at his slight grimace as the fibres poke into his palms, kicking his arse as he shuffles away.
I return to the kitchen and stare at the bubble tower in the sink. Itâs too inviting. I want to play in it. I drop my dressing down and kick my slippers away, jumping up onto the counter. I lower my bum into the warm water, the fluffy clouds enveloping my torso. This is a much better plan.
The boy enters the rooms, catching a glimpse of my naked body in the sink before swiftly looking down at his feet, blushing.
âIâm sorry, Miss. I didnât realise youâd beâŚin the sinkâŚâ
I like this one. Heâs well trained after serving me for several months and is mostly effortless to manage. He takes care of himself, bringing with him a beautiful musky scent of cologne. My favourite thing about him is his willingness to have fun and comply with even my most bizarre notions.
âGive me a twirl. I want to see what you look like.â
His hairy, stockinged legs are sitting uncomfortably in a pair of heels, slightly too small for his size 10 feet. Heâs taken care to ensure the tops of the stockings reach the same height on both thighs (heâs been punished for stocking sloppiness before; the spanking he received must have made an impression). The skirt of the maidâs dress heâs wearing barely covers his cock, which has already started to twinge.
âBeautiful,â I smile broadly. âHow do you feel?â
âSillyâŚbut oddly sexy,â he smiles, sheepishly. âMay I ask why you are in the sink, Miss?â
âIâve decided you wonât be needing it. You can lick all my plates clean before you wash them later. Demonstrate to me what that tongue of yours can achieve and perhaps I will find other uses for it!â
His eyes widen at the suggestion of being able to taste my pussy, the short skirt betraying his growing erection. I beckon to him with my gloved hand, revealing an acrylic Chasity device in the other.
âGoodness! Looks like you *really* like the idea of cleaning! Weâd better make sure you donât lose focus.â I firmly grab him by the dick and balls and pull him closer to me, making him stumble clumsily in his heels. I breath in the scent of his cologne as I use the soapy bubbles to help slide his cock and balls into place in the device. Heâs trying so hard to control his breathing, knowing Iâm close enough to hear the beat of his heart quicken. Itâs adorable how heâs trying so hard to act calm.
âIâve never seen anyone so excited to clean the dishes before!â I lock the device and dangle the key between my thumb and forefinger. âWith all this soap, I hope I the key doesnât slip out of my fingers and down the drain!â
I drop the key between my legs, and it sinks to the bottom of my makeshift bathtub, making a gentle âclinkâ when it reaches the bottom. âOops!â
âOn your knees. Tongue out!â He obediently drops to his knees, his hands behind his back, tongue lolling out of his head like an dumb, excited puppy. I hold up a plate streaked with chocolate sauce from the brownie I indulged in earlier, wiping it along his tongue. His face is going to look a state after all this. âSee! Works perfectlyâŚsort of. Itâll be a good prewash. Put the rest on the floor and show me how that little mouth of yours works!â I boop him on the nose with a blob of bubbles.
He selects each piece of kitchenware in turn and dutifully licks each item clean. I especially like watching him lick the glass bowls. He looks so dumb and adorable with his face smooshed against the inside. I splash around joyfully in my kitchen sink, occasionally splashing him with water and bopping him on the head with my scrubbing brush when he slows his pace. Every now and then I run my toes through his hair, pushing his head back to inspect his face and chastising him for being so messy.
Halfway through, I allow him a short break. I hold his head in place with my feet on either side of his cheeks and rub the soapy bubbles into my tits, making them gleam in the kitchen spotlights. I like to tease him. He knows he shouldnât be looking, but Iâm so obviously flaunting myself in front of him, making him watch. He switches between peeking and trying to obviously avert his gaze.
âI hope that tongue isnât getting too tired!â I frown, mockingly.
âOnly a bit, Miss.â
The water is starting to get cold, so I push myself out of the sink and onto the edge of the counter, revealing my sodden satin panties. The fabric clings to my pussy, making the outline of my slit clear.
âOh no! Thatâs a shame!â My feet lower to find his caged cock, clutching it between my soles. âI was planning on rewarding you for your hard work.â
His eyes widen, straying to my gloved hand rubbing against my crotch.
âOnly a bit, Miss! Iâll still have the energy to complete the task, I promise! May I get back to work?â
I giggle at his eagerness and drop down from the counter. âHurry up. Iâll be waiting for you in the playroom.â
Grabbing a tea towel to pat myself down, I stand and watch him attend to his task with renewed vigour. I remove my gloves and flick them at him playfully to slap his arse with the wet fingers. He twitches but continues to clean the plates. Good boy. I remove my wet panties and throw them at him; they land on his head, perfectly covering one eye. I smirk at my good shot.
I walk out of the kitchen, leaving a bubble trail in my wake. Something else for him to clean up later. Entering the playroom, I sprawl myself out on the bed, congratulating myself at having found a way to get out of doing the dishesâŚand finding a way to spice up my afternoon.
My hands wander over my body, savouring the feeling of my soft, soapy skin. My nipples have hardened from the coolness of the water left from the melting bubbles. I roll them between my finger and thumb, letting out a sigh. I let my hands wander down to my pussy, enjoying the contrast between the wetness of the water and the slickness of my juices. I dip my finger inside myself and rub my wetness on my clit.
âHurry upppp!â I call. âYouâll be made redundant from your next task soon!â
âYes, Miss!â His voice breaks. I giggle and exaggerate my moans loudly as I continue to stroke my pussy. I wonder if I will let him sink his tongue into my pussy or if I will tease his mercilessly as he perches at the base of my bedâŚ
Should I continue my story?
Comment on this post if you'd like to hear more!!
Oh my! I'm loving hearing the stories from those of you who took part in today's task!
The emotion I can sense in your text has been making me smirk and giggle all day!
I'm very much enjoying this valentines challenge!
Don't forget to have renew switched on for some naughty pics in your inbox on Monday!
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Crotchless pantyhose?
What are your thoughts?
I made these ones with my own two hands!
Make sure you have renew turned on!
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Like a dog trying to catch a sight of its own tail.
Do you think you could fuck me gently enough to ensure no flowers come loose? A forfeit for each blossom that drops? What would those forfeits be? Pegs on your balls? Clamps on your nipples? Tieing you up and matching you watch from a distance if more than 5 detatch?
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So, who is joining in with the Valentine's chastity challenge?
If you've decided to wear a cage for all/part of your chastity, send me a photo of your locked up cock!
If you're opting for psychological chastity, tell me how you are planning to keep that cock of yours restricted when you get a little too excited!
OH THE DRAMA! One would think I have man-flu from the expressions in these pictures...but no...
I've been suffering from a severe case of the lovelies!
That must mean it's February!
Well, we'd better celebrate! It's the only cure!
How do you suggest we get this outbreak to settle down?
How about we put you in chastity? Reprogramme that cock of yours...
14 days of tease and denial...with the big release on the 14th? Brave enough?
Gym Buddy Perv Fantasy Erotica Short
~by Eevee
I was rather made up when I thought I had found a reliable gym buddy, someone to work out with and have a giggle while we struggle through new stretches and routines together. But you just like all the rest!
I expected to find you waiting for me in the gym cafĂŠ, maybe browsing through Instagram or catching up on the latest newsâŚmaybe even listening to a podcast. I didnât expect to find you perving over my OnlyFans! What a creep! How long has this been going on?
My mind is racing, so may ideas shooting through my head. Should I confront you? Should I play the long game? You still havenât noticed Iâve arrived, so I decide to keep it my secret for nowâŚlet my mind conjure something up during our gym time.
I decide to tease you, REALLY tease you. I position myself too close during our floor stretches. I complain I canât fee the stretch in my legs and have you kneel between my hips and push my legs. I moan⌠âoh yeahâŚjust thereâŚ.keep goingâŚ.thatâs itâ. I make sure to be just a little too loud, grabbing the attention on the other girls in the area, making them giggle; they know whatâs going on.
I wait until the very end of our entire exercise routine when you are laying on the floor exhausted, sweat soaking your clothes and making them stick to your body. I drop onto all fours on top of you, my face uncomfortably close to yours.
âSeems youâve found another of my social media accounts to follow!â
You stutter, mumbling your excuses. You have no idea what Iâm talking about, you say, there must be some mistake!
I pounce forward, my thighs finding your cheeks and squeezing tights, your eyes pop and your lips pout. I mock your pathetic excuses, reaching behind me to flick you in the dick.
âCanât control yourself, can you? Everything comes from this, doesnât it?! Admit it!â
Your mindless mumbling continues. I swiftly spin myself around, but not too quickly for you to dart your eyes around the roomâŚwe have an audience.
My ass is smothering you now. The only air you can breathe is that of my gym shorts, musty and soaked with sweat; youâre far too exhausted to fight back.
âAdmit it. Go on. Infront of all these people. Admit youâre a little perv who only thinks with his dick.â I flick it again, finding it straining against the loose material of your gym wear. You can head giggling and chatter around you as you melt with embarrassment.
âMmhphhh mmmm mmmmrrrr!â We all laugh at your feeble attempts at trying to talk with your face squished against my cheeks.
âLouder! Say âIâm a little perv who only thinks with his dickâ! Youâll run out of air soon!â
âMmmm rrr murrle mmerrrvvv mooo mmmnlmeee mmmnksss mmvvv miirrr mmiikmm!â you call, as your body writes around trying to get free. Laughter erupts around us at your ridiculous attempts at escape.
Your body is beginning to go limp now. All that shouting into my shorts is exhausting! I lift myself on my knees a little and you suck in air, damp with my sweat.
âOne more time, nice and loud!â
âIâm a little perv who only thinks with his dick!â, you sob.
âThere we go, that wasnât hard was it?â I smile, lifting myself off you, patting your cheek.
I collect my water bottle and saunter off to the changing rooms, leaving you a puffing, embarrassed pile on the floor. The audience disperses to continue their workout. This will be all over the internet in a minuteâŚ.
With the current state of the world, you'll probably find a use for a fully certified decontamination maid bunny. She'll strap you down nice and tight and perform a full and thorough cleaning ritual to ensure you are drained, cleansed, and purified.
Sometime to note: many people have reported ongoing feelings of "filthiness" after their first visit from the bunny, and often require multiple, ongoing visits to feel at ease once more...
Have a new life breathed directly into your lungs; arrange a visit from the Decontamination Bunny today!!
NOBODY PUT EEVEE IN A CORNER...except herself
Here I am doing my best impression of being a spider in the corner of your room...you cant see me...I'm hiding.
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Just dreaming angel ballerina dreams...
The clouds carry me where I need to go âď¸ âď¸
Do you think you'd be able to walk in heels like this? Or would you just have to lay back and let me do whatever I wanted, unable to run away...?
I just spent ÂŁ85 on a privacy screen for my laptop so I can get stuff done without offending everyone around me đ
However, I have just realised this will only be useful for the 8 hours I am flying home - doh!
At least I will have it when the world opens up again! Useful for train journeys...