Discipline

Posted 8 minutes ago by Cory

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

Mark was late for our scheduled evening review by exactly four minutes. In my world, tardiness was an unacceptable lapse in discipline. “You understand why punctuality matters to me, don’t you, Mark?” I asked. My voice was purposely devoid of warmth, serving as a reminder that my patience was not an infinite resource. His eyes darted away for a split second before I tightened my grip on his chin. Just enough to demand his absolute, undivided attention.

I’d built my reputation on precision and absolute obedience, and I certainly wasn’t going to tolerate sloppy habits from anyone, especially not from Mark. “Good,” I said, while letting go of his face and stepping back slightly. “Kneel.” It wasn’t a request, nor was it phrased as a question. He dropped and his knees hitting the floor with a dull thud that echoed softly in the quiet room. I looked down at him and slowly adjusted my cuffs as I let the silence stretch out, forcing him to marinate in the consequences of his careless mistake.

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Every inch

Posted 17 hours ago by Sawyer

Sawyer 1844-332-2639 Ext 455

I waited until mommy’s soft snoring drifted down the hallway then slipped out of bed in nothing but a Tshirt and a pair of pink panties. The house was dark and quiet as I walked to the top of the stairs. Daddy was awake reading by the fireplace. The orange glow painting is bare feet. I whispered to him before I swung one leg over the freshly polished banister. The cool wood sliding against my nearly bare ass. I pushed off and glided down, panties riding up into my little slit, the friction making me wetter and wetter with

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Little Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

Well, I did it. I’m enrolled in cosmetology school. But I’m also in this crazy agreement with Mr. Steel. I always manage to get myself in deeper. As if I wasn’t already in deep enough with my uncle paying tuition for sexual favors and my landlord/sugar daddy giving me free rent and a credit card for wrecking his home. Now I’m in a Domme/Sub relationship with the cosmetology school owner, Mr. Steel.

Brent, my landlord/sugar daddy was so happy for me and told me that he wanted to buy me the kit that I’m going to need for school. He told me to put it on the credit card he gave me. I felt kind of guilty about my secret. Mr. Steel just had something about him. He was intriguing, mysterious, charismatic, and so good looking that it made me blush. I can’t stop thinking about him. He did something to me that I’ve never felt before. My body tingles with excitement thinking about fully submitting to him. The fear of how extreme he’s going to be is twistedly arousing.

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Gabrielle 1-844-332-2639 ext 469

He caught my eye from across the room, and I winked at him and walked out the door, hoping he would follow me. I waited in the alley way and thirty seconds later he appeared around the corner. He pushed me against the wall and ran his hands through my hair as he made out with me. He started biting my earlobe and whispered in my ear, “get my fingers wet for me.”

I felt his hands slowly move down my body, groping and grabbing at my succulent tits, and working down further, up my short leather skirt. I was wearing a thong and fishnet stockings that were already feeling rather moist. He felt my slit through my panties, and he could feel me getting soaked. He pushed my thong aside with his fingers and easily slid two fingers inside. His fingers were deep in my pussy, all the way to his knuckles and my knees buckled.

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No cake for Daddy

Posted 4 days ago by Cece

Cece 1(844)332-2639 ext 215
Last month was my Daddy’s birthday, so two of my friends and I decided to bake him a cake. Allison, Bree, and I went to the grocery store near my apartment to gather all the supplies, then we headed back to my place. Allison had on a very short skirt that would fly up, and I could see the bottom of her ass cheeks as she walked up the stairs to my apartment. And Bree had the biggest tits I had ever seen, both jiggling and bouncing with her every step. Back in the kitchen, we started pulling the ingredients out of the bags and began baking…. that’s when things got steamy…..

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My Panty Sniffer

Posted 4 days ago by Molly

Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449 

The room was bathed in the warm glow of the bedside lamp, casting long shadows across the tangled sheets. We’d been lounging in that hazy, post-midnight space where time seems to slow down to the rhythm of quiet breath and skin against skin. I was stretched out lazily, wearing nothing more than an oversized button-down, completely unbuttoned, and a simple pair of delicate silky panties.

He moved closer, his fingers lightly tracing the curve of my hip, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. I leaned my head back against the pillows, my heartbeat quickening just a fraction as his gaze drifted lower. There was an unspoken hunger throbbing between us, the kind that makes every small gesture feel charged with intention.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

My sub usually understood the boundaries of our dynamic, but halfway through our session he had stupidly forgotten his place. It’s as if his teeny, tiny man brain needed a thorough, ruthless scrubbing to remind him of his place when he’s in my presence. I didn’t see the point in continuing with our usual type of degradation if he was just going to be a brat, so I decided to take matters into my own hands.

“Knees,” I commanded, in that cold, flat tone he hated. He dropped to his knees instantly and looked up at me with those eager, pathetic eyes. “Mistress, I…”

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Roxy 1 (844) 332-2639 Ext 414

Masturbation Mondays make me moan. They are my favorite day of the week since Candy Call Girls can come into the Phone Sex Candy Playroom. Of course we can come into the playroom on Fridays too. But I usually work at the Gentleman’s Club on Fridays since it’s one of my busiest days. I dance long hours all weekend. Giving lap dances, rubbing on hard cocks, making men cum left and right. Can you imagine how wet and horny I am by the time Monday cums around? My clit is ready to explode. And as a self proclaimed nymphomaniac, I just can’t get enough. I challenge myself to see how many times I can cum while having phone sex and chat sex with you all. Mondays aren’t the only day I can play though. It’s just the only day I can have chats with you and send you sexy pics. So let’s have a chat, wink, wink. Let’s masturbate and cum together. I promise when you see my pics you will explode.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

The Sissy Whore House On Wheels was such a success that we decided to give the sissy husbands a party. We decorated the yard in pink streamers, balloons, confetti, and sparkles. It looked fit for a princess. I displayed our new statue of our fairy mascot as the centerpiece surrounded by dainty little finger foods. We made a toast and congratulated them for being the most well known sissy whores. They had even made the local news. And word was spreading fast. The sissies were having a great time watching videos popping up all over social media. Videos of all of the cocks they sucked and fucked as we traveled from campsite to campsite and whored them out. Meanwhile the sissy wives were gleaming as they counted the thousands of dollars their sissy husbands had brought in. 

We all gathered for a game of Pin The Panties On The Sissy. Then we blind folded them one at a time and counted how many pairs of panties they could pin on the sissies in thirty seconds each. The wives and I were laughing our asses off and taking pictures and videos as they ran around. That’s when we saw the paparazzi.

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Messy Nylon Boy

Posted 6 days ago by Rita

Messy Nylon Boy

Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

Davey is terribly leaky. Who could blame him, though? Seeing my sexy legs encased in the silkiest nylon, so shiny and smooth, who wouldn’t start to feel a little drippy? Every time he sees me in nylons, his hands move to my thighs as if we are magnets. The sweet boy loses all control over himself.

Davey’s lips press to the fabric at the back of my thighs and his hands knead and rub up and down the length of my legs. Just because he gets so needy doesn’t always mean I have the time to indulge him. Sometimes, like if I’m on the phone, I have to keep up the conversation. Swaying and shifting my weight as he nuzzles into me. When I look down, I find my leaky boy has taken himself out of his pants to dribble all over my calves.

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