Author: Amber

met gala

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Under the bright lights of the Met Gala, I stood, a vision in silver, my mermaid gown shimmering, my hair adorned with tiny silver flowers. Willie, my ABDL boyfriend, looked dashing in his silver suit, his eyes sparkling with excitement and nervousness. We were nobodies, but tonight, we were the stars, our futuristic attire capturing the attention of every photographer on the red carpet.

As we posed for the cameras, Willie leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear. I thought he was going for a sexy nibble, but instead, he whispered, “I’ve had an accident.” Trying not to show my shock as my mind raced with the implications, I reassured him, my voice steady, “It’s okay, baby. We’ll handle it.” We made our way into the venue, our strides confident despite the situation. We bumped into an old friend, who, after a quick explanation, led us to the washroom.

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soldier

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He was standing on the corner, bathed in the warm glow spilling from O’Malley’s Pub. He was a soldier, I could tell from the crisp cut of his hair and the easy confidence in his stance, surrounded by a boisterous group of his comrades. His eyes met mine, and the noise of the pub seemed to fade into a dull hum. He simply stared, a magnetic pull drawing me in.

He broke away from his friends, a sheepish grin on his face. “Ma’am,” he said, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down my spine. “I couldn’t help but notice you. Are you headed home? Mind if I walk with you?” I hesitated. The walk was short, only a few blocks. But the man exuded a raw energy that both intrigued and frightened me. “That’s kind of you,” I said. “But it’s really not necessary.”

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pinged

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The notification pinged, a shrill, digital cry slicing through the quiet hum of Mark’s cheap laptop. He knew what it was before he even glanced at the screen. A DM from me. Or, more accurately, the DM. He hesitated, his fingers hovering over the trackpad. It was Tuesday. Rinse day. The day his meager freelance earnings evaporated, funneled willingly into the digital abyss of my demands. He’d managed to tuck away a tiny bit extra this week, clinging to the hope of finally replacing his cracked phone screen. Now, that same phone mocked him from the corner of his desk, a constant reminder of his weakness.

Mark sighed, a sound like air leaking from a punctured tire. He knew the rules. He lived by them. Or, rather, he lived for them. The thrill of the chase, the delicious self-loathing as he emptied his digital wallet, the fleeting sense of purpose it gave him. It was pathetic, he knew. Utterly and completely pathetic. He clicked the DM.

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participant

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Liam is a willing participant in our little game of power and control. His bedroom was dimly lit, the air thick with anticipation and a hint of nervous sweat. Liam was strapped to a plush velvet chair, his eyes wide and pleading. Miss Anna, a vision in a tight black dress and sky-high heels, circled him as if she had found her prey. I leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, a smirk playing on my lips.

“Now, Liam,” Anna purred, her voice dripping with mock concern. “We had a deal, didn’t we? Hands behind your head. Or else…” Liam whimpered, his gaze darting between Anna and me. “But… but it’s been so long,” he stammered, his voice laced with desperation. “Please, just a little…” “A little what, Liam?” I interjected, pushing myself off the doorframe and strolling closer. “A little touch? Perhaps a little relief? You know the rules. Obedience is rewarded, disobedience is punished.”

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sissy girl

Posted 1 month ago by Amber

sissy

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I smirk as I walk into the bedroom, my sissy girl already waiting for me on the bed. She’s wearing a tight pink dress that barely covers her ass, and her long blonde hair is pulled up into pigtails. I can see the nervousness in her eyes, but there’s also a spark of excitement. She wants this, and I’m more than happy to oblige.

“You ready for this, sissy?” I ask, my voice dripping with amusement. She nods, her cheeks flushed. “Yes, Mistress.” I chuckle, walking over to the dresser where I keep my toys. I pick up the sleek, purple device and wave it in the air. “This little thing? It’s going to make you scream, like a sissy bitch.” She whimpers, her hands clutching the sheets. I can see the wetness already staining the crotch of her dress.

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this hunger

Posted 1 month ago by Amber

Amber

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There’s this hunger stirs within me most nights while I lay alone in my bed. It’s a longing that cannot be quenched by the mundane, of course. A girl like me craves for the touch of a masterful tongue, a dance of passion and the type of desire that will awaken my deepest fantasies.

Do it, I whisper to the unseen force that I trust will answer my call. Have your way with me, I plead, opening myself up to the possibilities that lie ahead. My legs part, inviting the sensation of a warm, wet tongue to explore the hidden corners of my body (o, as is in this case, we’re manifesting a fat tongue by acting as if we already have one by using my trusty Womanizer Pro). The first touch is electric, a jolt of pleasure that courses through my veins like a raging river. The “tongue” lingers, tracing a path of fire and ice along my inner thighs. I shiver, my breath hitching in my throat as I savor the feeling of something so forbidden yet so right.

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sister

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“Did we really just do that?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper. I can’t help but smile at you, my lips curling up into a wicked grin. I take a moment to look around, but everyone around us seems to be blissfully unaware of our little tryst. The crowds are still milling about, enjoying the sights and sounds of the county fair, completely oblivious to the fact that just a few feet away, you just ripped off my clothes and are about to fuck me, your little sister, on a bale of hay.

I can feel the heat radiating off your body, your chest heaving with each breath. I reach out and place my hand on your chest, feeling your heart race beneath my fingertips. “You’re so fucking hot,” I murmur, my lips brushing against your ear. I can feel you shiver at my touch, your body responding to me in ways you can’t control.

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boyfriend

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Recently, my best friend Tayla and her longtime loser boyfriend Lucas found themselves in the midst of a heated argument at the local dive bar. The tension between them was palpable, a mix of too many drinks and pent-up frustration that had been brewing for weeks (well, more like months). Once again, in an effort to make himself appear far superior (and cooler) than he actually is, Lucas told everyone that he’s related to a famous rockstar and wanted Tayla to play along. Tayla, her eyes flashing with anger, wasn’t having it. She hates it when Lucas lies, especially when he insists she participate. Tayla turned around, her heels clicking sharply on the sticky floor, and stormed out of the bar, leaving Lucas looking like an idiot and feeling very embarrased.

Lucas, desperate to salvage the night, followed her out, his voice pleading as he called after her. “Baby! Baby, you can’t just walk home! Let me drive you!” Tayla, her back stiff with defiance, snapped back, “Well, I ain’t helpless here, you’re just someone I can’t stand. I can find my own way home, I don’t need you!”

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abdl

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CJ is a sweet ABDL most of the time, but sometimes? Sometimes, he morphs into a tiny, tantrum-throwing tornado with a vocabulary that would make a sailor blush. Today was one of those days. It all started with the beach. Sunshine, sand, the promise of melting ice cream – what’s not to love, right? Well, apparently, my decision to prioritize, oh, I don’t know, grocery shopping and laundry over sandcastles wasn’t exactly met with joyous applause. More like a symphony of whining that quickly escalated into words I definitely didn’t teach him.

Now, I’m a reasonable person. I believe in second chances, in using your words, in deep breaths. So, I gave him a warning. A stern one. The “Mommy is not playing around” kind of warning. Did it work? Nope. Instead, the verbal volcano erupted again, this time spewing a fresh batch of colorful language directed right at yours truly. So, yeah, I spanked him. Did I enjoy it? Of course not. But sometimes, a little tangible consequence is the only language this guy understands.

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Daddy

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I absolutely LOVE Daddy’s itty-bitty peen! I mean, seriously, have you ever seen anything so cute? It’s like it’s just waiting for me to scoop it up in my mouth and give it a good tickle. And let me tell you, it tastes amazing! I don’t know what Daddy’s been eating, but his tiny peen is always so delicious. It’s like a salty, musky little cream-filled treat, just for me. Mmmm…YUM!

I love getting him all riled up and excited, watching his face contort in pleasure as I lick and suck on his little thing. It doesn’t get much bigger when it’s hard, it just kinda sticks its head out enough to say hi. LOL Which is fine by me because Daddy’s so good with his mouth that I almost don’t miss being fucked in the traditional sense! And the best part? Knowing that I’m the one who’s in control. I’m the one who gets to decide when he gets to have his fun and when his little peen gets to explode!

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