Drop for Me

Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

“Drop for me, now look at me.” That’s all I said. And he did—immediately. Eyes wide, curious, a little unsure. He didn’t know what he was getting into. Not really. But I could already see it in his face… the want. The need to surrender. “Breathe in,” I whispered, stepping closer. “Nice and deep. Now out.”

I kept my voice slow, soft, steady. Each word like honey, dripping into his mind. His shoulders relaxed. His chest rose and fell like waves. Perfect. “That’s it,” I cooed, brushing my fingertips lightly across his cheek. “With every breath, you sink a little deeper. Your thoughts are getting quieter. The only thing you hear is my voice.”

He nodded, blinking slow. He didn’t even realize how gone he already was. “Good boy!” That phrase always does something to them. And him? He shuddered—just from that. His cock twitched, already hard, aching, begging. I didn’t touch him. I didn’t need to.

“Every time I say the word drop, you’ll fall a little further. Letting go of everything but me. Every time I say it, you’ll crave my control more. My voice is your command, your permission to let go.” He swallowed. His lips parted. Continue reading “Drop for Me”

pinged

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

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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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

Lick those lips and prep those fingers, my little pervert piggy. Your pathetically throbbing erection is quivering in your hand, waiting for my divine command. Well, you got it. I allow you to continue your degrading self-pleasure.

Now, stroke that pinky prick with force, faster, faster you filthy worm! You know you’re nothing more than a set of balls and a dick for me to drain. Your only purpose in my presence is to make me money. You’re one of my top clients after all. I should be flattered, shouldn’t I?

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Heavy

xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

Look at how heavy and needy your balls are today. They look terribly full of that cum I know you want to feed me. However, I don’t think I’m going to allow you to cum today. I’ve decided I want to toy with you for a while and see just how much those big balls can handle before they bust a nut.

How would it make your balls feel if I said the only teasing I wanted to give them was with my mouth? My lip gloss-coated lips want to kiss your sack. Sucking and pressing them between my lips while I make loud kissing sounds. Basically, I’m going to make out with your balls while your heavy dick lays over my face.

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participant

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

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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Edge To Me

Edge To Me

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

I know what it’s like when you want to masturbate but can’t find the RIGHT video or photo. You are rock hard, lazily stroking with one hand, waiting for something to trigger you. Your finger is continuously scrolling nonstop through the void of pussy and ass. You crave that one image that will spike lust into your balls and make you bust. But it gets harder and harder to find the more you look.

Well, stop right here. I am what you need to edge to. You know you want to. The desire and lust are right there for you to indulge in. Edge to me!

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

The sweet agony of control. He knew this cbt fantasy well. The pain and pleasure—two opposing forces that, when blended just right, create the most invigorating sensation. He lived for the exquisite torment, the tight pull, the stinging slaps that sent electric pulses through his body. And tonight, as he kneeled in the dimly lit room, phone pressed to his ear, my dominating voice made him tremble.

“Tell me, boy,” my voice purred, dark and commanding, “how badly do you need to be punished?” His breath skipped. His hands twitched in his lap, aching for permission to touch. “So badly, Madam Trini” he whispered, his voice dripping with need. “Then let’s begin!”

“Take the rope and wrap it around your cock and balls. A gasp escaped his lips as the sting radiated upward, a delicious mix of pain and pleasure pooling in his core. He whimpered, desperate for more. “Tighter!!” I demanded. “I want to hear you struggle.” My voice echoed through the phone. He was my most obedient caller. He wrapped a band around the base, restricting himself, feeling the pulse, the pressure, the torment. His body screamed for release, but he knew better. He was nothing more than Continue reading “The Sweet Agony of Control”

1800-33-CANDY Ext 423

I leaned against the cool metal of the locker, my breath still ragged from the intense workout. My gaze lingered on you, Coach, as you finished packing up the equipment. The gym was empty now, the echoes of our team’s cheers and grunts long faded away. My ride was running late, as usual, and I found myself with an unexpected opportunity.
“Coach,” I purred, my voice low and sultry, “I think I need a little extra… coaching.” I watched as your eyes widened, surprise and desire flickering in their depths.
I sauntered over to you, and traced a finger down your chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath your shirt. “I’ve been watching you, Coach,” I murmured, my lips curling into a wicked smile. “I’ve seen the way you look at me during practice.” Continue reading “Afterhours with My Coach”

Sissy Goes For A Massage

Robotic Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

My little closet sissy has been expressing how much he wants to branch out. He said he wanted his boundaries pushed just a little. So he could experience the thrill of almost exposure. I knew the best way to do this was to make him book a massage.

He scheduled it for this morning and came to tell me he was leaving. I clicked my teeth and told him to go back to the bedroom. When he asked why, I told him I had laid out what I expected him to wear to his appointment. His face instantly fell, but his cock jumped so hard I thought it’d bust through his jeans!

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

“Be a good sissy diaper boy and squat down! Fill up that diaper you bitch!” “Okay Madam Trini.” His filthy ass was so disgusting. I love humiliating my little sissy punk. We met about a year ago and at gay club downtown LA and it was love at first sight. They were having a lingerie party and he was that hottest sissy there. He wore a lace red robe with a red G-string that showed off his tight white ass. He wore red boots. His muscles were oiled down and sculpted to perfection. I’ve always been into white guys and he was the perfect type of sissy. I was set on taking him home with me and I got exactly what I wanted. He had a diaper fetish and I was more than happy to scratch the itch for him.

While he was filling up his diaper with chocolate pudding, I was face fucking him with my strap on.I wanted to see him gag! Throw up. “Suck this fucking cock sissy! You’re such a good boy. Make momma happy.” My little bitch love wearing all kinds of diapers. Luvs, Huggies, pampers, pull ups. You name it. After he was done Continue reading “Sissy Diaper Boy”