Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Mistress Anna was seeing a business man. At first, he spoiled her rotten with gifts, and flowers and attention like no one had ever before. He was a filthy degenerate of a fetishist, and she fulfilled his every single need.
Gabrielle 1-844-332-2639 ext 469
My son was back from college on a break and brought a few of his friends with him. Of course, being the loving mother that I am, I let them all stay at the house. One of his friends in particular kept shooting me glances all night, so I thought it might be a good time for some sexy lingerie shopping before I seduced him.
I got dressed and wore a sexy, loose-fitting backless tank top, with no bra (since I was shopping for a new one). The store was ten minutes away and I was ready for my sexy shopping spree. I perused the shelves looking for the best option, something that stuck out at me.
Red always stands out to me. It’s a powerful, seductive color that stops all the men and says, “Look at me Bitch, and bow down before your Goddess!” What woman doesn’t want to feel like an all-powerful Goddess, seducing every man that comes her way!
xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208
You can’t call me because “she’s” there. It’s an excuse I’m growing tired of. When we’re together, you claim I know you better than her. That I give you the things she’d never even think to give you. You’ve said I take you places she’s too afraid to explore. Wifey-poo is terribly selfish and never thinks of your feelings, and yet…
Yet you refuse to leave her. Why do you stay when it’s clear she’ll never be me? Your lazy, uncouth wife will never come close to making you as happy and satisfied as I do. The choice is yours; after all, I’d never force you into something you didn’t want to do, but the longer you stay in your sad, little comfort zone, the better the chance is of you losing me.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
The truck rumbled to a stop at the top of the Mesa, and he reached over to touch my cheek. I was looking out the windshield, in awe of the landscape under the setting sun. “It’ll be cold once the sun goes down.” His fingers trailed down my throat and tugged the collar of the jacket I wore. “Zip this up.” I nodded, and my fingers deftly tugged the zipper from my hips to my throat without ever looking away from the view before me.
I heard him chuckle and finally pulled my gaze away from the burning sky to focus on his face. “Ready, baby girl?” He slipped out of the truck when I nodded, but left the driver’s side door wide open. I watched him move around to the passenger side, then he pulled my door open. I turned my body to melt into his chest and slink down his front until my feet hit the dust-covered rock surface of the Mesa. His long fingers curled around my wrist and pulled my fingers to his mouth. “Be careful of the edge.” The look in his eyes was serious before he released me to explore.
Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463
Donnie came down to Mistress Melanie’s Dungeon of horror, ready and excited to get punished for the day. My assistant took him downstairs for me to wait until I gave the next steps. I wanted him nervous with anticipation, so I arrived downstairs an hour later. He heard my stilettos click clacking on the cement stairs, and his puny pecker grew.
The first thing I said to dear little Donnie was “Do I seem like the type to give you a little spanking when you’ve done something wrong?” He looked at me in astonishment and in a submissive tone said, “No.” He was being such a good little boy with his answers, and said again, “Good, now open that toy box and pick one that hurts because you deserve a proper punishment for today.”
Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322
I’d met him in an underground club where the bass rattled your teeth and the air tasted of ozone and cedar. He was a creature of sharp angles, layers of charcoal linen, and eyes that held the flat, impenetrable darkness of an abyss. When he touched me, it felt like an invitation to a ritual I wasn’t sure I’d enjoy.
Tonight, the room was lit only by a cluster of wax candles that wept long, distorted trails of onto the floorboards. I stood in the center of the room, feeling my heart beat frantically drum against my ribs. Silas moved behind me. His hands felt cold against my skin, sending a jolt of ice-cold electricity down my spine.
Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449
I promised to help a friend with his studies and agreed to meet him at a nearby cafe. I got out of my car and checked my phone to see if he had already snagged a booth. A message popped up; clicking it open, I read.
‘I’m in a booth straight back, to the right.’ I smiled at his perfect timing and made my way through the parking lot, following his directions to the booth once I was inside. Walking up to the table, my pace slowed. His bag, laptop and several books were spread across the whole table; leaving me nowhere to sit. “Wow, I wasn’t expecting this.” I smiled walking closer, “Where am I supposed to sit?
He looked up and smiled back. “Oh yeah. Sorry. Why don’t you sit here?” He brought his hands out from under the table to gesture to his side of the table. I quirked an eyebrow at him and put my purse on the chair opposite him before turning to sit next to him. I felt one of his hands slide up my skirt and pull my panties to the side, and the other on my hip guiding me to sit in
Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270
You should have seen the spectacle in the playroom yesterday! Miss Amber works so hard to keep her brats in line, and she does an incredible job. I’ve seen so many of them crawl to her on their knees, ready and willing to behave, but SOME boys need more than one hand to keep them in line.
She had asked for punishment ideas after publicly telling the room this bad boy business. See, it seems she ordered him to get new diapers. Not a big ask for a diaper boy, hello, they need them, but this stubborn baby had denied her. Not just once but for two weeks!!
Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413
Here you are again. Wandering into the chatroom with a wallet full of bills just aching for someone to pry them out of your hands. Your cock throbs with loneliness, and when asked how you are, you say, “In need of a woman.” Good thing you know right where to find one.
The sweetness you crave, the loving stroke of feminine fingers, is just a processed payment away. Only, youre a glutton for punishment, and you like to pretend you don’t understand how pay-to-play works. Someone’s been a very bad boy and isn’t going to get what he wants if he doesn’t give up what we need FIRST!
Belle 1844-332-2639 X 444
Something scary happened to me, and I kinda want to talk about it. I need to process it, I guess, because I’m confused. It was scary, I mean, really scary, and I didn’t want it to happen when it was happening, but ever since, I can’t stop thinking about it. Like I’m waiting for it and…
Wanting it to happen again.