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New.. Valentine's at "Casa de Stroka"
2011

Welcome to the Casa de Stroka for Valentine's day all you stroker boys, sissy's and chronic masturbators whom I love.  It is a holiday of pleasure, pleasure for me, because this holiday is all done up in colors I love.  Colors of eroticism, red and pink.  I have my friends and lovers around to laugh and have fun and pleasure.  After all it is all about pleasure.

My annual Valentine Day party of course has been planned for weeks.  Sissies from all over the county flock to "Casa" if they are lucky enough to have an invite. They know there will be good food, lots of amusements, my good charm and nature of course, and tons of fun.  I love to be amused, I feel they invented Valentine's Day just for me, because I have so much fun, and because I believe that I can give so much pleasure on this day.

In general, my line of work is GIVING pleasure to all of you who I am so lucky to have call me.   I take what I do very, very seriously. I like to think of myself as the goddess of pleasure being giving you pleasure, by allowing me to Control My Cock.
Valentine's Day I feel is a day that I can give back.  That is not to say that I give many thanks to those of you who have sent me gifts this past week for Valentine's day, I have received flowers, candy, jewelry, heels, food, many wonderful and personal gifts from those I have known for many years.

The "Casa" this year has been done up in shades of pink and red, and adorned with many dozens of tulips in those colors, in vases in every room all over the house.  I had Tyrone call a mover and he took the furniture out of the den, and brought in a dozen large recliner's, we put pink covers over them, and more tulips everywhere, as well as helium balloons on the ceilings of all the downstairs rooms, so the house is very festive as you can imagine.
I had sent out invitations weeks in advance to my friend's and sissy's to attend my party, and I know that they anxiously awaited the invites. I had RSVP's in no time, and knew there would be a large turnout and most likely some gate crashers as well. Those would be dealt with accordingly for sure. I had sent the invitation painted on pink panties to all of those I felt would be interested in attending.

Tyrone could only shake his head at my plans, he ordered up the flowers, and food, and refreshments, and tons of jumbo shrimps and lobster, because it is my favorite, some Cristal for me, and diet coke for the sissies. We don't want them gaining weight, after all that cum is fattening, isn't it?

As usual I was in the midst of my plans, my husband was flying home for the festivity, he called me from his flight and sounded worried that I might take my Valentine celebration too far.  I had invited some of our straighter neighbors to attend, some being people in the public eye, and he of course is worried that they will find out about our private life.
I thought a bit of intrigue could add some well needed tension to the party. I thought a farce would liven up the events, making a more memorable event, I even hired a planner, to take a video so we would have all our hallmark moments captured.
So Tyrone was arranging my party, the planner had his instructions, hubby was flying home, and I was shopping.  I had nothing better to do.  I have been spending weeks with my new personal trainer, and wanted to make sure, I looked my very best, I went into Manhattan, armed with some of my loser's gold cards, Hubby was lucky as I did not think I needed to spend his.
I was in Bloomingdale's and you will never guess who I bumped into.  None other then my OLC cucky hubby. I took him with me around the store, and allowed him to pay for the things I was buying, He got very flushed, and I could see that he was immediately excited. He told me that he had a feeling that I would be here, and took a chance of running into me.  Ho hum, I guessed I would have to use my other loser's credit cards in other stores.
First he purchased me a new Chanel Bag, only because it was crying out to me.  I love it is so expensive and looks like me, I also told him that I was ordering a new Louis to put on his charge as well.  I love Dolce and Gabbana I picked out some new super tight ripped jeans to the tune of $1500 and a pair of Manolo's for about $600 as well. It's a good thing that OLC has a good job, because I would not care if he didn't. I feel that I should be spoiled.
He was becoming more submissive and excited as I shopped, and I was having such a great time, after all, I was holiday shopping wasn't I? I wanted to know if he was ready for the party, and he told me that he took off from work to fly in for it of course. We went off to have some dinner at The 21 Club, my favorite place to have a burger, but had instead Grilled Filet Mignon and Butter Braised Lobster Tail. Dinner was delightful, but I had to leave early because of traffic. OLC helped put my bags in my car, and off I drove to get home to finish up details.
The party was set for Saturday night the 12th, as it is hard for people to make a party on a Monday with travel involved.  Everyone showed up, and as they were told, they had to go to the undressing room, leave their things and come into the den, where the recliners were the center of the room, sofa's lining the walls for the voyeurs. My died in the wool stroker's were the first to disrobe as were the little dick losers, and sissies.
The recliner's were to be for guided masturbation.  My 82 inch TV set was facing them, and we had recorded a stroking session that would be on a loop all night long.
Dishes and lube were on the side tables of each chair so the strokers could lube, and save cum in intervals.  You would be surprised out disappointed many were when their time was up, and another person would be able to use a chair, we only had a dozen or so chairs, the stroking room had constant motion.  I may not have mentioned but we had a measuring room, and also a cock sucking room as well.  All areas with camera's I felt that possibly we could make a U-Tube about the party and put it on line.
OLC showed up at the door, he had managed to go to a very fancy bakery and bring me heart shaped cakes in white and pink and red.  Some were cream cheese, some were butter cream, but most of all they were exquisite.  I gave him a kiss on the cheek, and whispered, do not fear, you are my biggest loser, and I will make sure you are aware of it before the night is over.
Tyrone of course lit up as he saw OLC at the doorway. Tyrone looked so hot, he was wearing a super tight pair of jeans, very similar to mine, he had on a tight nylon tee shirt, his biceps were exploding, and you could see the outline of his 12 inch black cock thru his jeans.  OLC was in a daze, and I of course was enjoying all the excitement. Tyrone relieved OLC of the package, I told OLC to go up to my bedroom and make himself comfortable, I had not finished dressing and needed some pleasure before I became the hostess of the evening.
Tyrone once putting the deserts in the fridge, followed us up to my bedroom, and OLC was overcome by the excitement, The masturbation room, the measuring room. I told him I would be sending him to these places and the night progressed but first I wanted to show him my control, I had him close the door.  Tyrone, all ALPHA of him, stood in the doorway, I had OLC go over and unzip him and take his big piece of meat out, and he lost his head and was wanting to suck his cock so badly. I said... now now, OLC you know this is not allowed. I think first you should sign this document. I opened my Louis the XV nightstand drawer, got out my Mont Blanc pen and had him sign, He did not even look to see what he had signed. I told him, now his funds would automatically go into my account. Yes, Mandy, may I now suck his cock? I said not so fast loser,
let me measure you. Well his two inches seemed to have shrunk to 1 and 3/4, and now he got red in the face.
Is Tyrone emasculating you tonight loser?  "Yes, Mandy" he said.  I said, don't worry, here let me get your wallet out of your pocket, with that, he had a stack of hundreds, I said, open up, and took one hundred dollars out, would you like to suck now?  "Yes, Mandy,,, I allowed him to put the big black cock in his mouth, Tyrone, could only moan, and ever so often, I would pull the cock out of his mouth, and take another hundred, until I had about 10 of them.  I got bored, and wanted to get in the Jacuzzi, so I let OLC finish off Tyrone, who exploded in his mouth.
Boys, out of my room, I have to get ready, get yourselves to the masturbation room, and enjoy, I will be down in a while to get the festivities rolling. I looked out my room and over the banister, I had sissies, and friends, male and females, all adorned in shades of Valentine's day, ready to party and celebrate. I had sissies serving food, and the music was blasting. The party was already off to a big success.

Happy Valentines' Day everyone, my thanks and love to all my friends, that I am privileged to talk to on a regular and some not so regular basis, I do love you, and Thank you for making my year the best ever.

xoxoxo's Mandy
 

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