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Today’s Freebie, “Cuckslave Credit Counseling,” explores this sexually-intense part of the Mistress/slave relationship.  Slave tom’s always been close to Me … and his counselor Vanessa gets us even closer!  Your dick will get hard soon after you start reading Part 1.  Just click on the “Continue reading” link on the next line & enjoy!

Blonde, gorgeous, shapely, aggressive, crafty, youthful and extremely intelligent!  And did I say beautiful?  Add it all up, and you’ll agree that Ms. Vanessa was the perfect counselor for the 52-year-old male client who met with Her on a recent Saturday morning.
 
Part 1: Getting to know Her
 
Vanessa gave a passionate “Hellloooo” as She stood behind Her desk to greet Her new client, Tom.  With Her silky white sleeveless blouse, tan shorts, ample skin on Her thighs, and white socks with no shoes, Vanessa looked sharp but casual.  Her long blond hair made any guy take notice.  And with a tinge of perfume, Ms. Vanessa was certain to keep Her customer’s attention.
 
“Welcome to Cuckslave Credit Counseling,” Vanessa beamed as She firmly shook his hand.  “And thank you for coming in on a Saturday.  It gives me a little more time to discuss things, and set the PERFECT financial course for you!”
 
A wimpy and hestitant Tom thanked Her for seeing him.  The name of the business — Cuckslave – is what attracted him.  And now, Ms. Vanessa was aiming to reel this cuckslave in like a helpless little fish!
 
She started by asking the normal questions: income, assets, etc.  When She asked Tom to total up his debts, he broke into a cold sweat.  And then, he shamefully spat out the amount in a near whisper: $26,000.
 
“Ohhh, that’s NOTHING,” Vanessa assured him.  She began to “comfort” him with Her reassuring smile and bright blue eyes, and a gentle caress of Her soft left hand up and down his forearm.  And as She physically began to cultivate Her customer, Vanessa explained that “many guys come in here $100,000, $250,000 … even a half-million in debt!” 
 
Tom kept answering a battery of financial questions until out of the blue, Ms. Vanessa asked him … “Are you owned by a Mistress?” 

A visible shiver went through Tom’s body.  And after a few seconds of awkward silence, he flashed a slight grin and confirmed that indeed, he was paying a Mistress.
 
“Oh, YESSSSS,” Ms. Vanessa cried out, as She tapped Her heart with Her long shapely hands.  “Isn’t it the most BEAUTIFUL feeling in the world to give your money to a Woman who can do SO much more with it than you? MMMM, glorious clothes, fancy cars, hot Studs, only the best in life for US, right?”
 
Tom broke into a huge smile and said, “Ohhh, Yes, Ma’am!”
 
She replied, “You call Me Maaaaa’aaaaam, how sweeeeeet!  Your Mistress DOES have you trained, doesn’t She?” 
 
Tom agreed, and Vanessa asked some basic questions about his Mistress/slave relationship.  What was he looking for when he found Her on the Internet?  How has his subservient attitudes grown since then?   He said they’ve chatted online and over the telephone.  But as much as he would LOVE to serve Her in person, he doesn’t believe he’ll ever get the chance.
 
“And that’s OK,” Ms. Vanessa assured him as She caressed his forearm again.  “With today’s modern communication, I’m guessing You have a WONDERFULLY close relationship with Her.”  Yes, Tom agreed.  And when he mentioned that he had been serving Her for almost 6 years, She nearly gasped Herself out of breath!
 
“Oh, My God!  You DON’T have that much money … you MUST be serving Her in other ways.”  That’s correct, Tom said, and he went into some details.  When She asked who the Mistress is, Vanessa almost fainted AGAIN when he said it was Ms. Alexandra.
 
“NO SHIT! She’s the best there is!  She must REALLY have you under Her little finger!”  Tom said he never stops thinking of Ms. Alexandra, even though he’s been married for decades.  “Oh, yeaaaaa,” She agreed.  “Mistress Alexandra has a way of doing that.  She REALLY keeps Her slaves in line!  So tell Me … if things are so good, why are you here?”
 
He said he had given Ms. Mistress around $7,500, after the Niteflirt fee, during his relationship.  And he felt that his ability to give was suffering, as the credit markets tightened up over the past year.  Of course, he cannot talk about this with his Wife and family, so there’s nowhere else he can go to gush out his frustrations.
 
“Yeah, that’s a BITCH,” She agreed.  “I mean, the tight credit.  But you can work through this, Tom.  Close your eyes, focus on your Sweet Superior, and I’ll ask you a couple questions.  Ready?
 
“OK … Talk about the first time You gave money to Mistress Alexandra.  Tell Me why you did it, what you were feeling …”
 
“Well,” Tom replied, “She kept saying on Her Web site how important it was to pay Her tribute.  So that first time, I sent Her $25.  Oh, Ma’am, I couldn’t believe how NERVOUS I felt after I hit the ‘send’ button.  And after a couple minutes, I was SHOCKED to see how thick my cock got.  It’s never been that big, I swear … and it took me about 20 seconds to cum.  Oh, Ms. Vanessa, the orgasm shook my ENTIRE body, and I must have cum what I normally do in THREE orgasms!”
 
“So your body was telling you something,” Ms. Vanessa seductively said with a sweet wink.  “And it was goooood, wasn’t it?”
 
“Oh, Yes, MA’AM!  And I paid Her again & again & again, and I felt better each time.  Pretty soon, Ms. Alexandra was telling me some of the LUXURIOUS things She was buying with HER money which She let me hold … and yes, it IS Hers!”  Definitely, Ms. Vanessa agreed.  “She kept teasing me about how She would take from me anytime She desired … and how She would tap me SLOWLY.”
 
“Yesssss,” Ms. Vanessa said with an evil but sweet grin.  “The BEST Mistresses do that!  And think about it.  She could have cleaned out your credit card of what, a couple thousand dollars at one sitting — or She could keep getting smaller amounts over time.  You DO know She’s gotten a LOT MORE from you that way, right?”  I agreed and said I LOVED it that way.
 
“All right,” She said, “Close your eyes again and let’s talk about the sex for a moment.  You say your cock is the biggest when your Mistress is taking your money.  And the orgasms are the best — even better than sex with your Wife?”
 
“Oh, NOTHING compares to Ms. Alexandra … In fact, I wish I could tell you what I’m feeling just talking about this.”
 
“Well, if you feel you need to DO something…”  The truth was, Tom already had his hand down his pants!  It was sheer instinct — he couldn’t help himself!!  And frankly, Vanessa was surprised he wasn’t stroking earlier.  She said lots of clients had jerked long before this point in their discussions. 
 
All She asked is that he keep his eyes on Hers, and that he continue talking about the sexual enjoyment he gets from paying what Ms. Alexandra deserves.
 
Within two minutes, he came.  She then pulled Her right leg up and placed it on the desk.  Tom never realized it, but Ms. Vanessa was lightly rubbing his balls on his pants with Her big toe!  Most of his jizz landed on Her foot, and She asked him to clean it off.  Without being told how, Tom licked the cream with his tongue, then sucked Her toes to remove the rest.
 
“MMMM, VERY GOOD,” replied his counselor.  “Most guys DESPISE the thought of eating their own cum — and they would never suck a Woman’s toes!  But you seem to love both!  Good for youuuuuu!” Tom blushed a little … but mostly, he silently grinned with sweet delight over Her approval.
 
“Ooooo, you are INDEED a lucky slave,” Ms. Vanessa said.  “And there’s one other thing I noticed.  When I asked how much You’ve given Ms. Alexandra, you mentioned the amount She ACTUALLY received, after Niteflirt’s fee.  You didn’t mention that You’ve given Her well over $10,000.  You could have sounded really good by throwing out that figure.  But instead, you focused on HER and what She actually receives.  Not many slaves would bother to do that, Tom…”
 
“But She trained me that way,” he explained.  “And really, Ma’am, this IS all about Her.  So will You PLEASE do me a favor?”  What, She asked.  “Please, please, Ma’am, DO NOT tell my Mistress that I cleaned your foot…”
 
“OK, and I won’t tell Her that you let Me rub your balls, either, HA HA!!!  Seriously, though, this is part of My fee.  And what happens here … what’s said here … STAYS here.  I won’t tell Mistress Alexandra anything about your visit.  And I’ll expect total confidence from you, too … except that when you tell other slaves how GREAT of a counselor I am!”
 
Yes, Ma’am, he agreed.  “Gooood,” Ms. Vanessa said.  “You’ve passed your first test.  During our next visit, we’ll take a look inside your credit and see what You can do for Ms. Alexandra!”
  
Whipping Tom into line
 
Ms. Vanessa had a more business-like tone on Saturday afternoon than She did in the morning.  “Good afternoon Tom … I was gonna wait until Monday to start exploring your credit, but we’ll need some extra time — so I thought we’d do it now.  So before we begin, let’s set everything up.”
 
She placed Her feet on the desk, complete with tennis shoes and day-worn socks.  “Get Me down to My bare feet … oooo, good job, I KNOW you like feet that have been at the gym!  MMMM, breathe it in … soooooo good!  You’re panting; you must LOVE My sweat!  OK, doggie, suck My toes and lick between ‘em — but only for a couple minutes, we’ve got WORK to do!”
 
Tom SAVORED Vanessa’s feet as if it was the first meal he had in a week!  After about 2 minutes She barked, “That’s enough!  Now get nude from your waist down.  Why, you ask?  That’s none of your business, but it’s KEY to your counseling.  Ready?  OK, sit straight and put your dick as far back in the seat as possible.  I’m resting My foot on your weenie … and if we have a problem … (PUSH!) …”
 
“YOWCH!” Tom screamed.
 
“Oh, STOP the whining,” She exclaimed.  “You’re not much of a slave if you can’t take pain!”
 
   Vanessa: “Now … I’m calling up your Credit Report.  Gimme a minute so Mistress Alexandra can see what we’re doing.”
   Tom: “But, Ma’am…”
   Vanessa: “BUT WHAT????”

   Tom: “This morning, You said our sessions would be confidential.”  
   V: “Well, yeah, but … um … let’s see here.  According to Page 2 of the Mistress/slave Contract you signed, Mistress Alexandra can lie to you any time She chooses, while you must ALWAYS tell the truth.”
   T: “But that only applies to HER, Ms. Vanessa…”
   V: “You might think so, Tom.  But by not letting Her see your entire credit records, you will lie to Her by withholding things.  And believe Me, you DON’T want to breach the contract…”
   V: “Also, since I’m providing more money for Her … I am Her legal agent, so the contract applies to Me, too.”
   T: “Well, Ma’am, the contract doesn’t say that…”
   V: “Oh, I’ll let a JUDGE interpret that.  You have two choices, Tom.  You can let your Mistress join us online … or, you can fight what would be a VERY PUBLIC LAWSUIT!  And what would your dear, dear Wife think?

   T: “You’d spend all that money to fight me?”
   T: “YOWCH!” (V pushed Her foot into T’s crotch!)
   V: “YES I WOULD, you dickless bitch!  And besides, I wouldn’t spend a fuckin’ cent!  Alexandra is not the ONLY Goddess who has attorneys for slaves.  I’ve got a pretty hot lawyer myself … let’s just say you wouldn’t wanna cross him…”
   T: ”No, Ma’am….”

   V: “And if this thing hits the courts … it makes the PAPERS!  The editor here is ALSO one of My slaves … and he’s been waiting for YEARS for a juicy news story like this!  Are YOU gonna be the one to give it to him?”
   T: “No, Ma’am … I’ll do as You say.”
   V: “So we have an understanding?”
   T: “Yes, Ma’am.” 
   V: “Good, I thought you’d agree.  Now rub & lick My foot while I can connect with Ms. Alexandra, Once She sees our screen, we can get started.”
 
After about two minutes of foot worship, Vanessa re-set Her bare foot on Tom’s nude crotch and discovered that it fell limp.  “What’s the matter, wimp?  What’s wrong with Me?”  Nothing, he assured Her.  He just said he was nervous.
 
“ABOUT WHAT?” She happily asked with a wide smile.”  She cupped Her soft hand around his chin and rubbed his cheeks several times while She pointed out the following:
 
“This is the moment you’ve been waiting your WHOLE LIFE for!  You want this SO badly … I know it, just by hearing you speak, and by studying Your credit records.  Tom, you want this more than anything!  This is the most BEAUTIFUL moment of your life, even better than your Wedding or the births of your kids.  Don’t fritter it away.  RELAX and enjoy this!  You’ll do it fo Me, won’t you?  But more importantly, do it for Your DEAR Mistress Alexandra.  She’s counting on you, right?” 
 
Yes, Tom replied.  “OK, let’s get to it!”

(Mmmmm, yes, we’ll get to it in Part 2, cumming soon!)