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It was a little spooky being held captive on slave island. I missed my fucking machine. Click me for more fucking machines.

Thanks, by the way, for calling the police.  I haven’t posted for what, like three weeks now, and you don’t as much as get worried.

I forgive you.  Here’s what happened.  I went for a fashion shoot for a lingerie ad and this helper chick tells me I’d look nice in a necklace.  Long story short, she puts it on me and the photographer comes in with a remote control and knocks me out.  I wake up naked in a cell on some island with this dowdy little Frau Helga hosing me down with water.

I’m writing a book about this, but suffice to say there are dozens of hot men and women there and they all have these necklaces that respond in a very bad way to this remote control.  People are shitting and cumming and fucking all over the place and it was all I could do to get my way out of that one.

I got ass fucked about a billion different times, which wasn’t so bad, but they didn’t even buy me dinner:)  Anyway, it’s time for a little rest and relaxation.  I think I’ll play with my clit and read some Mad Magazine.

Check out my website for some badass spanking and domination pics.

Talk to you soon.

Love,

Misty

Dave is a fucking asshole. BUTTERFLY! Click on the pic for more images of my personal hell.

Sorry for the time in between posts, but another visit to Dave’s Dungeon of Terror took longer than I expected.  Mostly because Dave is a Giant Prick who doesn’t recognize the sanctity of a safe word.  Butterfly.  BUTTERFLY!  Is that so fucking hard to remember?

I don’t know why I keep trusting Dave.  It’s like when Charlie Brown goes to kick the football and Lucy snatches it away from him.  Everytime he trusses me up, sticks a vibrator up my cunt and flogs my tits with his little whip, I yell BUTTERFLY!  He just laughs maniacally, turns the vibrator up to 10 and watches as I dissolve into an orgasm-filled pile of wet pudding.

After about five hours of that, I had no strength left so he led me to the paddling machine, which is about 10 ping pong paddles attached to a wheel.  It spanks my red sore ass over and over until I just about pass out, and he leads me to the fucking machines.  He has a new one with a monster cock attached to it.  I feel like the Pittsburgh Steelers had tackling drills inside my cunt.  Yowtch.

I think I fell asleep for a couple of days after that one, because when I woke up I was suspended above a big tank of water.  Yep, you got it.  Water Torture.  I was dunked, vibrated, spanked, made to cum again and again.  It was horrible.  I’m going back next week.

Butterfly! Click on the pic for more.

You’d just better remember the safe word Dave, you prick.  BUTTERFLY.

Get your bone on boys.  Check out my website.  I’ll be taking a week off but back September 7 with all new content.

Ciao, Misty

XXooXX

Not that I mind having orgasms, mind you, it’s just that I believe in the safe word and Dave doesn’t.  Prick ass bastard.

Jandi Lin gets her titties and pussy wired and explodes with a climax that leaves all of us breathless. Click the picture for more.

Sorry for the delay in posts, but after my last post I’ve been busy getting laid.  It’s been great.  Take last night when I went over to Pat’s house.  Pat is this guy who is into bondage and dungeons and shit and he loves electrocuting girls.

Well, he doesn’t really electrocute us, he just gives us a good zapping until we cum all over the place.  It makes us hornier than a room full of hungry kittens, and that’s what happened last night.

We all took our turns on the zapping machines.  I screamed so loud when I came I thought the police might show up, but luckily they didn’t.  That was nothing compared to Jandi Lin, though.  She bucked and humped and kicked and screamed until we were afraid she was going to die, so naturally we had Pat turn the juice up.

When we were finally all wore out from cumming, Pat ordered some pizza and we cracked open a few bottles of wine.  We fell asleep lying naked on his rug watching Citizen Kane.  I think I liked it, but I was pretty wore out.  Who was Rosebud again.

Get your bone on boys.  Check out my site when you get a chance.  New letters up every Monday.

Love Misty

XXooXX

Fuck me silly, silly. Click the pic for more fucking machines.

It’s been three days since I’ve had a cock, and I think I’m about to go crazy.  I thought I was going to get laid last night, but the little fucker passed out from drinking too much and I was left alone with my fucking machine.

It’s not that the fucking machines are a bad thing.  I love them.  I love them a lot.  They’re a hell of a lot easier to use than a real cock (i.e., see drunk boy passing out above), but they do lack the human element.

I love it when I make a man scream just by squeezing my pussy.  I love it when the sweat rolls off my tits and into my lovers mouth.  I love it when I squirt and the man screams like a little baby.  In short, I just love tormenting men while they fuck me bowlegged and I don’t care who knows it.

I tried tormenting a fucking machine, but it just wasn’t the same.  It just kept pumping.  In and out, in and out.  In my ass, in my pussy.  No crying, no whining, no screaming.  If it wasn’t for all the fucking orgasms, I’d say it was boring.

I’m going out tonight and find myself a man.  Will it be you?  Probably not, but you never know.  Get your bone ON boys.  Misty is ready to get reamed.

Ciao.  XXooXX

Aye Caramba! That will teach us to lose at volleyball. Click on our picture for more on our harrowing tale of volleyball, sex and a vibrator up the pussy.

You boys know how I love a good letter.  And you know how like sex. And you may not know it, but I also love volleyball.  So when I get a letter like I did the other day that combines sex and volleyball, it pretty much makes me cream my jeans right on the spot.

Seems these two chicks were playing volleyball for money down on the beach and they thought they’d take these two guys for a few bucks.  Well, the guys took them and they got more than a few bucks out of it.  Hell, I’ll let them tell it.  They were there.

There was a rack and all kinds of chains and straps and leather hanging around.  Larry grabbed me by the hand while Gary took hold of Holly.  They took us to an area with wrist straps hanging from the ceiling and secured our arms above our heads. 

I started wriggling to break free.  “You don’t want to welch on a bet do you?” 

Before I could answer, we were blasted with a hose.  The force knocked us both off our feet and we were hanging by our arms.  “Got to get the sand off,” one of them laughed.

They kept pummeling us with the water until I could barely breath.  I felt my bikini bottom being pulled off, then my top.  I glanced at Holly and saw she was also nude. 

The water stopped.  “There, all clean,” Larry laughed.   Gary came over to me with a little cat of nine tails and started flogging my breasts lightly.  It tickled at first, then I started to get aroused.  He flogged my stomach and my pussy and then went around and did my back and ass.  It stung, but in a good way.

In the meantime, Larry took a large vibrator (looked like a microphone) and put it against Holly’s cunt.   In no time we were both moaning and obviously in heat.

There’s more.  Lots more.  Check it out on my Letters site which is custom built for you, because as we know, you are a boy who like girls who like pain.

Get Your Bone ON Boys.

Ciao, Misty

XXooXX

They're all trussed up and ready for you. Click here for more!

This is a story of a man who collects things.  Women, particularly.  Particularly hot, horny women who like to be fucked and who will do anything for a hard dick in a warm hole.

As you can see at left, these girls had a rough night when this gentleman, we’ll call him Jim, went out with his van on a collection run.

Seems these three had just stumbled out of the alley from a popular nightclub when Jim came along.  They could barely walk, so Jim had little trouble loading them into his van with the help of a little chloroform.

Jim took them to his home in the woods where he bound them, gagged them and took his sweet time fucking them until their eyes begged him to stop.  Jim didn’t like they way they looked at him, so he just left them in the yard while he watched TV.

Jim was a horny fucker?  Did he get his just desserts or is he still fucking the shit out of these three bound girls?  Did he spank them?  Submit them to water torture?  Check out my website for more and as always, get your bone on!

Love, Misty.

mistyshalimar.com, for boys who like girls who like pain.  Ciao

Surely you’ve been wet down during sex before?  I know, I know, you’ve never done that and don’t call you Shirley.

Nothing like a little water and titty pulling to get a girl off. Click here for more!

I went over to my friend Bob’s house last night for what I thought was a swimming party.  Bob has a nice pool and is a nice guy and he has a huge dick, so I figured I’d either just have a nice time and/or get fucked.  There was basically no downside.

All I wore was my thong and a light robe.  Bob’s parties are known for total nudity, so I was afraid I’d be overdressed.  When I get there, there are five guys in suits standing around the pool alongside Bob, who was also in a suit.

I took Bob aside and asked him WTF was going on.  He told me he was starting a new water torture website and that these guys were investors.  Well, I got all outraged and was ready to leave.  Then he told me that I was in for 10% of the profits if these guys bought into it.

Well, a girl has to have standards, but let’s not get ridiculous.  I hear those BSDM sites bring in big money.  So the next thing I know I’m getting tied up and dunked in the pool, hit with a vibrator, fucked in the ass with a dildo, hosed down, flogged and pretty much abused.

It was a great night.

Bottom line is it looks like the guys are going to invest, so I might be getting flogged and hosed down again in the future, but for now you can check out some great water torture pics here.

After the guys left I got even with Bob by fucking his brains out. Well, anyway I fucked his brains out.

See you next time boys.  Get Your Bone ON!

Love, Misty  XXooXX

Went over to Santa Monica to go bar hopping with a friend a couple of nights ago.  I thought we were going to be clubbing, but instead she takes me to this divy bar down some back alley.

“They have the cutest guys here,” she said, much to my skepticism.  ”Wait and see.”

What I saw was a bunch of biker rejects from the 60s with long grey ponytails and tatoos that said “White Snake.”  There was one cute guy, but he was the bartender and I’m pretty sure he was gay.  At least when I flashed my tits at him he didn’t pay much attention.

Anyway, I was kind of bored, playing the old boys for pool and drinking some beers when this nightmare of a broad bursts in the bar.  She must have been six feet, probably about 45 years old and her blonde dye job needed some retouching.  Her muscles were wrinkly, but you could tell she had whipped some ass in her time.

She comes right over to me and gives me a shove.  ”What are you doing coming on to my man,” she yelled.  I told her I didn’t know what the fuck she was talking about, I was just playing pool, and that she better back the fuck off.

My girlfriend yelled something at me, so I turned around to look at her, and this old broad sucker punched me.  I won’t say it didn’t hurt, but it was obvious she wasn’t the bad ass that she thought she was.  Plus she never felt the wrath of Misty Shalimar.

I turned slowly and felt my chin.  ”Is that the best you got?” I asked.  Then I took my pool cue and clocked her over the bridge of her nose.  Blood started gushing everywhere.  While she was worried about that, I planted a cowboy boot right in her gut, knocking the wind out of her.  She bent over and I finished her off with a pool cue across the head.

I noticed people cheering me on, so I picked her up and draped her over the pool table and whisked down her pants.  Christ, that was a mistake.  The cellulite alone was enough to make me barf.  But I gave her bare ass a good whipping until it was nice and red.   We heard the sirens so girlfriend and I got out of there, but that will teach her not to mess with Misty.

More catfight stories and much more at my website boys.  Get Your Bone ON with Misty.  Just don’t fuck with me.

Love, Misty XXooXX

So I go to my crotch doc yesterday just to make sure the plumbing is all working okay and I find that she went on vacation, but that she has a “substitute” doctor.  Whatever, I figured, how complicated can it be?  It’s a hole with some pipes running in and out of it, know what I mean?

Anyway, I go in there and get undressed and this young blonde comes in and starts checking me out.  She looks inside my mouth, juggles my naked breasts and just kind of grunts.  She gets me up in the stirrups and spreads me so wide I think my cunt could swallow a watermelon.  Still, she just grunts.

Next thing I know, she takes off her top and is standing there in her bra.  She tells me to turn over on my side, so my bare ass is just kind of hanging off the table.  She grabs my ass and spreads my cheeks and gives me a slap.  Then another slap.  I’m wondering what the fuck is going on when she hauls off and gives me a good crack on the ass.

 SLAAAAAAAAAPPPPPP!  

They had to hear that in the waiting room.

I don’t know if I was more pissed or more in pain.  Tears welled up in my eyes and I was just about to deck her when two nurses came in and hauled her away.  Turns out she was just some psycho and wasn’t a doctor at all.

Strange thing is, it really turned me on.  I ended up fingering myself and cumming all over their little paper bathrobe.  Cool!  Plus they gave me a free visit.

Oh yeah.  Still disease free boys!  Rock on!  Get Your Bone On.

You can check out some more spanking here if you’re into that sort of thing.  What, are you hard already?  Pussy!

Love Misty

I’ve got to tell you, I haven’t had that great a weekend in a few years now.  Went with the girls to check out the new Mummy movie.  Story wasn’t great, but the special effects got me hot, and when Brendan Fraser took off his shirt.  Roooooowwwwwwrrrr.  The wolf in me came out.

Things got a little out of hand at the after the movie party

So we had a little dinner and the girls and I head back to my pad.  One bottle of wine leads to another and the next thing I know, the rope comes out.  These bitches really get into tying people up.  Luckily they left me out of it, but poor old Adrianna  got all bound up like a turkey on Thanksgiving.

First we tied her, then we drank some wine.  Then we spanked her, then we drank some wine.  Then we drank some wine and put on the old strap-ons and fucked the living shit out of her.

Don’t feel too bad for her though.  She liked it.  Plus she got the last laugh when we all passed out and she drew fake noses and glasses on our pussies.  That was pretty funny, but I wish she wouldn’t use indelible ink.  I got some splaining to do.

Hey, in case you are a webmaster, let me put a good word in for the boys over at Weblicker.  They built my site and they do a hell of a job for not a lot of money, so I told them I’d give them a holler out.  Plus they have the word “licker” right in their name, so how bad can that be.  Okay boys, I got to go scrub my cunt.  Get your Bone ON!  Misty.