Pathetic Puppet

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Puppet is here, just as he always is. He is kneeling on the bare hardwood with his spine straight and his hands tucked neatly behind his back. He doesn’t speak unless I grant him permission and he doesn’t move unless I tell him to. His name really does suit him.

“Look up,” I say, quietly. My voice barely rises above the hum of the air conditioner. Instantly, his head tilts back. His eyes are wide and glassy with a desperate, frantic devotion that borders on worship. He is a masterpiece of my own making, stripped of his autonomy until he is nothing more than a vessel for my whims.

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Your Pleasure Is Mine

Rita 844-33-CANDY Ext 413

Jake sat with his back bowed against the bench. His long arms were tied out to his sides, stretching his well-defined pecs out for me. I stood behind him with my lips traveling along his neck and nipping against his earlobe. My hand was tucked into his straining boxers. Lightly stroking his hard cock. His chest inflated and his biceps flexed against the restraints when my thumb drew over his throbbing cock head.

My sweet boy had been enduring my torment for hours, and I had no desire to end it any time soon. His heavy head rolled from one side to the other as his breath panted from him. “Please!” His barely whispered need went unanswered in the space around us.

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Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

Tyler’s legs were shackled, and his wrists were cuffed behind his back. I stood behind him, with my arm wrapped around his neck, pulling his larger frame into my chest. My other hand reached around him and was pumping his thick cock. “You’re such a fucking loser,” I grunted in his ear when his hips bucked a second later. “Look how quickly your big dick spurts.” His knees weakened as I kept stroking his spewing cock. “Just because it’s big doesn’t mean it’s not useless!” I spat at him as he fell to the floor on his ass.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

J’s eyes flickered between my confident grin and Kayla’s confident stare. “Tell us what you want,” Kayla whispered. I could see a little smirk playing at the corner of her mouth. J swallowed, nervously. “I…um, want you to make weird sounds with your voices,” he said, in his deep boy voice. “And make me wear nipple clamps!”

Kayla and I looked at each other. “Weird sounds, huh?” I asked, with one eyebrow raised. “Maybe if you stopped using that awful boy voice and let Josie beg us for it, we’d be more willing to do as you wish…” Kayla tilted her head and leaned in, just barely touching J’s ear with her glossy red lips. “Yeah…maybe if Josie begged us for it…”

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Scent Training

Rita 844-33-CANDY Ext 413

Husbands are like hounds. They must be broken and trained. One of my favorite ways to break a married man is scent training. Take my Boss, Jack, for example. Jack had been married for eighteen years, happily, he claimed. However, when he hired me as his executive assistant, he couldn’t keep his eyes off me, and soon his hands would follow.

Getting Jack to cheat wasn’t tricky. I had asked him one day if I could change in his office, and I “accidentally” left my panties under his desk. Making it look as if I’d just missed them when I picked my clothes up off the floor. I knew as soon as he found them, he’d press them to his nose and his training would begin.

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Fingering Your Ass

Rita 844-33-CANDY Ext 413

You made it through Locktober as a pussy free sissy doll for me, and I’m ready to give you your reward. We agreed that if you stayed locked in chastity all of October, I would let you fuck me in November. However, you know nothing ever comes easily for a loser like you.

Anal has been a hard limit for you for so long, and I’m bored with it. If you wish to claim your reward (Driving your pathetic little girly cock into my creamy, warm pussy,) you’ll have to take my fingers up your ass while you do it. LOL I knew you wouldn’t say no. I’ll make a faggot out of you soon enough.

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Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

“I’m going to fuck your cock with my cock, James.”  

James’s whole body tingled as his Boss stroked his cock and allowed the slick, velvety head of her shecock to tease the tip of his cockhead. He was so overwhelmed by the sensation that it took a moment for her words to sink in. She didn’t say she was going to fuck his mouth like he’d hoped, nor did she say she would fuck his ass, which he was worried about. No, she’d said she was going to fuck his cock? “H-how is that possible?” He questioned her and felt her grip grow tighter on his base.

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My Cucked ATM Buys Me A Car

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

I twisted the key into the small chastity cage and smiled up at DaveATM. “This is really going to be the best birthday month ever.” He grunted when my hand fondled his balls. Tugging things around to make sure the cage was in its proper place.

“Whatever makes you happy, Princess.” I could tell he was already becoming frustrated with the cage, or maybe it was the knowledge that he wouldn’t be unlocked until my birthday. “Ready to go to the dealership?” He asked as he tugged up his pants. I jumped to my feet and clapped my hands. His spoiling me was my favorite thing ever, and I couldn’t wait to pick out my new car. Little did my ATM know that the car dealer who would be helping us pick out my brand-new vehicle would have a giant BBC that would make me scream as he signed the paperwork and dripped through his cage.

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Oh My Gourd

Oh my gourd

Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208

I may be a white bitch, but I’m not your typical white bitch. Sure, I love a good pumpkin patch trip in October like the rest of them, but my intent is much different. I dragged my simp to the local pumpkin patch and forced him to walk around the options.

We were looking for a medium-sized gourd. Not too big, not too small. I was partial to the snowball pumpkins, but for some reason, every time I held one up to his crotch, he would look around in sheer panic. “Oh my God, Mistress, stop.”

“How will we know it’s the right size if I don’t test it?”

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Take Over For Me

Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

Loser #One strained against the duct tape stretched over his chest and hips. Uselessly, obviously, he wasn’t going anywhere until I was finished with him. His cock jutted out thick and juicy, dripping from the hour-long edging session I was tormenting him with. More duct tape gagged his mouth, so I didn’t have to hear his constant pleading for release. The cock sleeve in my hand bobbed up and down. Stretching over his head and making squelching/slurping sounds with every stroke, but my hand was growing tired. “Take over for me!” I barked at Loser #Two.

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