Ebony Ass Worship – Kneel And Worship My Big Black Ass

Ebony Ass Worship
Eat my black ass. Ebony Ass Worship with Duchess Willow. 1-800-601-6975

Are you getting a little tingly, pet? When you hear me say the words, “kneel and worship my luscious cheeks” you know I am referring to this juicy round black ass. Oral servitude proves you are aware of the importance of pleasing me, and ebony ass worship is where you begin the journey to servicing the black queen.

Ebony Ass Worship

How many ways can you think of, off the top of your head, that you can use your mouth for ebony ass worship? I can think of the very first, which is your tongue, in my crack. Licking up and down the valley of my ass cheeks, inhaling my scent, imprinting my essence into your subconscious. So deeply that even after you’re long gone, you can’t stop thinking about worshiping my ass, where your tongue has been, and whenever you think about me, you can still taste me. Recalling every crease, crevice and sensation.

Ebony Facesitting Worship

I like having multiple orgasms over a long period of time, which is why facesitting body worship is perfect. Think of seven positions in 70 minutes. Seven ways to lick, and kiss, and suck my ass and breathe in my scent until my ass becomes your world. Becoming deeply ingrained in your memory. Ebony facesittting let’s you be well versed in my cheeks, my crack, and my asshole, until ass worship becomes a second language for you. As in you will drop to your knees and beg to spell the alphabet with your face buried in my ass. And the best way to start, is with understanding: You under, and me standing, or sitting.. on your face, while you eat that ass.

Ebony Ass Obsession

Make no mistake, I want you to be obsessed with my ass, and anything that touches it. Like my favorite leggings, pulled all the way up my crack, defining those cheeks and capturing every drop of sweat as they jiggle and bounce during my workout. Or my little black g string, with the tiniest piece of fabric that rubs back and forth against my hole, absorbing my essence as it is stretched and pulled deep in my warm ass crack. So many of my leggings, and panties have gotten a workout just supporting my ass, and the ebony femdom wants to make sure you get worked out, too.

Do You Know Where That Ass Has Been?

Over the course of a day, that ass crack can get very warm, sweaty, and musty. The salty sweat of my body building up between those cheeks. But do you know what else happens to a well rounded ebony ass? Just imagine me, bouncing on a nice, hard, dick. Those cheeks sweating and clapping in unison, on a worthy phallus. As you would imagine, the scent of sex, and a woman’s intermingled musk, would be very intense after orgasms. So think of the taste of my ass, after I’ve been freshly fucked. My taste would be different, wouldn’t it? And you would eat it all up, like a good ebony cuckold, all that hot, sweaty after sex ass.

Ebony Ass Worship

Ebony Femdom Ass Worship

Does that make your dick throb? Knowing I’ve been fucking someone and riding dick with the same pussy and ass that you’ve been made to worship on numerous occasions? Or maybe just maybe, you’re dreaming of licking my asshole, during a nice sweaty session. Getting to watch me in the throes of passion with your tongue buried in that ass, and feeling every thrust, bump, and jiggle. It’s not proper worship without a little ebony humiliation.. or a lot of humiliation. Ebony ass worship is a good reminder to you beta bitches, that you’re pussy free for a reason, and the only pleasure you will get, is from pleasing me.

Worship Ass Royalty

Surely you are all hot and bothered now thinking about licking and sniffing my ass, so why don’t we do something about that? I will give you the opportunity to serve me, and service this juicy round ebony ass. And all you have to do, is call me for ebony ass worship, so we can discuss how many ways, and positions, you can worship my ass. It seems like you’re ready. Now don’t go all shy on me, the keys to the ass worship kingdom are in reach. All you have to do is ask permission, to eat my delicious brown ass. And you need to pick the phone up, and call Duchess Willow, to get ass eating privileges. The number to reach me is 1-800-601-6975, when you’re ready to eat the booty like groceries. I look forward to smothering you with all this ass. Until then.. stay blessed.

Duchess Willow

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Willow@EnchantrixEmpire.com

Tickle Fetish Torment

Tickle Fetish Torment
Tickle Fetish Torment with The Ebony Femdom 1-800-601-6975

He walked into the room, not knowing what the night would hold, yet knowing whatever occurred, he needed to talk to H.E.R. Inching his way toward the bar where she sat, his heart raced. He knew she would be here. He’d been following her on social media long enough, to know she loved this bar, and came to prowl. Before he could finish settling himself, and signaling the bartender, she turned and looked at him, and smiled. “I knew you’d come.”

Tickle Fetish Torment Of A Stranger

It was more than sufficient to catch him off guard. “Uh, I’m..” he began. “Your name, I know it. And I know you came here in the hopes of winning my favor by buying me a drink. So I will allow you a moment to impress me, go on.. see if you can order a drink that will do just that.”  Pausing for a moment and swallowing hard, he ordered the drink he’d seen mention of on her social media. The bartender nodded and began his work, the final result presented to the ebony femdom. He watched, and waited.

Pleasing The Duchess

She smiled before even taking the first sip. “Oh.. someone’s been keeping an eye on me hmm?” He half smiled, and nodded, wordlessly. Over the next hour they talked about how he came to find her, and had read all her stories and watched all of her content videos. “So then you know about my tickle fetish?” He nodded, licking his lips. “And you have your own tickle fetish, I’m guessing, from how quickly you responded, and how hard you just got.” Before he could respond, The Duchess rubbed the front of his slacks, and teased her fingertips over his throbbing bulge. That was enough to bring him so close to the edge, he would have soiled himself, if she had not pulled away.

Taking A Stranger Home

He could not remember much, between the first drink, and ending up in her home. But he remembered her mentioning a new device that she wanted to try on a willing tickle fetish participant. The stranger agreed to come home with her without much thought. Once inside, the ebony cock teasing Mistress ordered him to strip naked. She took his clothes and placed them in a sack, and locked them away in her armoire. And then, she pulled a lever on the wall, and the armoire, and the wall behind it, flipped around, to reveal a large machine. The machine had 8 mechanical arms, and in each hand was a feather. There were arm and leg and torso straps. The Duchess pulled them open and ordered him to step into the machine.

Tickle Fetish Torment Begins

Once secure, and looking around nervously, he wondered why he had been so at ease with her, yet terrified of what she would do to him. Yet this was his dream, and the reason he had pulled himself together to approach her. Naked and vulnerable, he watched as she turned the machine on, and the mechanical arms came to life. Stretching out, he watched as the hands twirled and the feathers moved closer and closer to his spread eagle body. They stopped within inches of his flesh, and then the one closest to his armpit moved forward, brushing upwards.

Tickle Fetish Screams

He shrieked as the feather tormented his left armpit. Squirming yet unable to move as he was held fast. Then he heard a giggle from across the room, and more voices. There were other women in The Duchess’ dungeon, and they were watching the machine tickle torment, with some amusement. “Alright ladies, let’s see which is worse for our tickle fetish subject.” She pulled out a bag of feathers, and the women stepped forward, each taking one. Even as he watched in horror, eyes wide, realizing what was about to happen, he grew rock hard, knowing these women were about to destroy him. One by one, they used their hands, the feathers, and their laughter, to drive him past the point of madness.

The Next Morning

The tickle subject awoke with a violent jerk. He was naked in his own bed, but didn’t remember ever leaving Willow’s home. He wondered if perhaps he dreamed it all, and then he saw the royal blue business card, with gold letters, that read: Duchess Willow. When he pulled back the covers, he was laying in a pile of feathers. The same ones that were used the night before.

To Elaborate On A Tickle Fetishists Dream

I hope you enjoyed the story of tickle fetish torment. If you have a tickle fetish fantasy of your own, I would like to speak with you about it. You can call the Ebony Femdom, at 1-800-601-6975. My name is Duchess Willow, and I cannot wait to torment you, personally.

Duchess Willow

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