A Women’s Intuition
I was at the beach last week with My big beefy boi toy, meat. I brought him along to carry My umbrella, cooler, and some other supplies, plus there’s nothin’ like a pair of strong hands to rub sun block all over My fine soft skin. After I had popped the tab off and downed a few cold ones, I laid out in the sun and napped for bit while meat played in the surf. I was rudely awakened by this gay man who had come over and started flirtin’ with meat after he had come back to rest at My feet. He was a little on the loud side and meat, not known for his big brain by any stretch, didn’t seem to get that the dude was gay and makin’ a play for him. Hell, all you had to do was look down at his tight swimming trunks and see this big ol’ pup tent on display. I’ll give him that much. The boy was packin’ a big dick, but I was irritated with how aggressively he was pursuing My meat stick right in front of Me.
I sternly commanded, “Meat, rub My feet, bitch!” and this caused the gay boy to finally turn his attention to Me. “Oh, is this your boyfriend?” he asked as if he hadn’t imagined the possiblility. “Naw,” I told him calmly, “he’s My bitch. I own that hunk of meat you’re makin’ your moves on.” This peaked his curiosity. “What do you mean?” he asked. I told him to have a seat beside Me and grab a beer and I would tell him all about it. Turns out this guy was fascinated by the prospect of My big sexy muscle boi actually being owned by a petite Woman. He told Me his name was ray and that he had slipped off to the beach after a short day of corporate seminars he had been attending nearby with the Fortune 500 company he helped run. I knew My superior Women’s intuition was steering Me right when I told ray to sit down and have a beer with Me and I immediately smelled big money comin’ My way as we continued to talk.
ray couldn’t help but to keep stealin’ glances at meat while the slave rubbed My toes and he giggled like a schoolgirl, tellin’ Me he wouldn’t mind being a slave to meat, acting like he was just playing, but I could tell that, deep down, he was horny and serious. he still didn’t know who he was talking to. I finally told him he could come over in a few days for a nice dinner that My sissy boy would cook up for us. ray accepted My invite, as I knew he would, and I gave him My address before he went off to jog down the beach. I told meat that I was going to turn that gay boi into a money slave and that put a smile on both of our faces while the sun beamed down on us. Y’all are gonna love what happened next.