Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Mommy had made Tami’s favorite dinner. She set the plate, lit candles and even poured wine. Once everything was set, she sat down and waited looking at her beautiful setup . Time passed and she seemed to have been waiting much too long! Tami was unquestionably late! She picked up the phone and called Tami to ask where her naughty baby was. Tami said she couldn’t come for dinner yet, that she was being held back and got tied up. Before mommy could even make a sound Tami hung up on her. Mommy had heard enough! Mommy threw the phone and went looking for Tami.

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Paci

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My, my. What a fussy little sissy you are today. Dry your eyes and crawl over. Daddy Alexus has your paci right here. Rolling my skirt up and pulling down my panties to let my thick, six-and-a-half-inch cock stretch itself out. The tip is weeping; Daddy’s been fussy for you, too.

Get close, come on. Don’t be shy. Let me rub the head over your pouty, little lower lip. Doesn’t a pacifier make everything better? Open up and suck right there, right on the head. There’s a good girl.

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You'll Be Writing Lines

Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270

*Long, dramatic, disappointed sigh.* Come here. What is this I’ve found in your room? A pair of boxers? Where did you get these? You know that Mommy only allows you to wear panties because why? Because your little sissy button is too small to be considered a penis. Only real men wear boxers; we both know you’ll never be a real man. I’ve had to repeat myself one too many times, and now you’ll be writing lines for punishment.

Get over here right now and drop your pants. Mommy will make you stand in front of the big picture window in the living room. The one that faces the street, you know which one I mean? You’ll wear only this tiny pink thong and write your lines.

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Mommy Said No

Mommy said no

Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Mommy decided she was going to take her baby shopping and running errands. First, we went to the grocery store. Mommy put you in the cart, but you started to misbehave. Every aisle we went to, you tried to sneak things into the cart that only you wanted. ‘’No! You know mommy doesn’t allow her baby too much sugar and junk! Put that back!’’ I said, placing the items back on the shelf. You still managed to sneak a few items by, and Mommy unfortunately didn’t notice.

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Fantasy Football Slavery

Kinky Krysta 844-332-2369 Ext.410

We’re in the same fantasy football league, and as of this week, you are SO far behind. There is like zero hope for you unless you make something big happen on Sunday. Unfortunately for you, your high-scoring players are benched for injury, and the only chance is if you convince me to trade you one of my players.

I could, It wouldn’t hurt my position anyway. I’ve been lucky with my picks, and everyone on my roster has been healthy. But you know better than to expect something for nothing when it comes to Kinky Krysta. I’ll trade you the player you want if you’ll be my slave for the WHOLE week. Deal?

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Babysitters Aren't Just For Babies

Valerie 844-332-2639 Ext 243

Babysitters aren’t just for babies. Or toddlers or teens. I know what you’re thinking. “Yes, Val, that’s the point.” However, you’d be wrong if you thought like that.

Babysitters like me are also for the Daddies. Typically, by the time I’m hired, he’s so sex-starved that just breathing in his direction could make him cum in his pants. I give him much more than that, though, I promise you.

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Does Anyone Just Make Love, Anymore?

Ronnie 844-332-2639 Ext 443

Does anyone just make love anymore? I’ll be honest: when I started working here, I thought I’d be learning how a man handles a woman. Maybe old movies like “The Notebook” and “Pretty Woman” had me thinking that a man would love to undress me and slowly discover every inch of my body.

All my fantasies start with kissing and caressing. Gently! I long to know what it feels like when a man covers my neck in kisses, and I can feel him breathing in my ear, but it seems all y’all wanna do is wear my panties or have me laugh at your little dick.

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In The Stairwell

 In The Stairwell

Bad Bitch Belle 844-332-2639 Ext 444

During my third class, I was bored and horny. The teacher is some old hag who can’t even stand up straight and always has food stains on her white button blouse. I raised my hand and asked to use the bathroom, but that wasn’t where I was going. I needed to escape for just a while.

The back stairwell in the school is like never used. So I shoved the heavy door open, looking behind me to make sure no one in the empty hallways would catch a glimpse of where I was going. I was in the clear. I skipped down a flight of steps to sit on the first landing.

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I love being a Mean Teen Redheaded Brat. Everyone tells me I’m supposed to be all sugar and spice and everything nice, but where’s the fun in that? So don’t be surprised when I burst out laughing when you show me that pathetic dick of yours. I bet it’s small and useless. And I bet it’s never brought a lady like me any pleasure at all. I might smack it in disgust. Then I’ll let you tell me what you desire, just so I can use it to manipulate you.

Oh yeah, I am a manipulative bratty teen, so don’t expect too much consideration, never mind respect lol. I will coo and whisper sweet nothings into your ear to get what I want, but then I’ll laugh at you for being so damn gullible. I’m just a teen and you’re a grown man, an adult, but you are so weak and pathetic before me.

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Tami and the Witch

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Tami had been locked away in Miss Anna’s nursery, being taken care of, diapered, and hooked up to the IV. Mommy Anna was making sure that Tami was becoming more regressed by the day, and increasing Tami’s level of submission. She would dress and change Tami every morning, then feed her baby around brunch time while in the rocking chair, then change her baby again. Afternoon time was always play time with snacks and mommy Anna would put Tami in the playpen full of naughty toys and make Tami a special cocktail to put her into a Jello-like submissive state so she could play with her all afternoon until dinner time rolled around.

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