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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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

He thought he could handle me. He was confident when we met. The kind of man who thought he’d seen and done it all. “I don’t scare easy,” he said with a cocky smile, sipping his drink. I smirked. “You haven’t met a woman like me yet!” We went back to my place, and I could feel the energy shift as soon as the door closed. He kissed me hard—hands on my hips, tongue demanding. But I let him have his fun… for a minute.

Then I shoved him back against the wall, dropped to my knees, and yanked his pants down. “Still feeling brave?” I asked, stroking him slow, watching his breath skip beats. His hands reached for my hair. I slapped them away. “No touching!” I demanded. That was the first rule. “You don not get to touch the queen until I tell you too.The second came after I dragged him to the bedroom and told him to strip.

He obeyed, surprisingly quiet now. I tied him to the chair—naked, exposed, and so fucking hard he was dripping. “I’m going to ruin you,” I whispered, straddling his lap, grinding against him with just enough friction to drive Continue reading “He Thought He Could Handle Me”

Please dont touch my cock!

TS Alexus 844-332-2639 EXT 349

As a new trans person, sometimes I get nervous I won’t be welcomed in the women’s locker room at the gym. My cock is still threatening to unsuspecting women, and my breasts don’t seem to soften their feelings toward me. So I’m still stuck waiting until it looks like no one is in the men’s locker room and rushing to shower and get out before someone pops in.

I had to get to work after my workout but didn’t have time to drive all the way home to shower. So I needed to use the men’s locker room, even if someone was already in there. When I knocked, no one answered. If I were quick, maybe things would be okay!

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No Taboo

*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221

No limit taboo calls with extra kinky boys are always the highlight of my nights. I don’t know about you, but I’ve never liked having limits put on anything I’m doing in life. Especially my sex life. If you stifle someone’s sexual imagination and creativity, it’s a really good way to break their spirit.

I’d NEVER want to do that to someone just because of what they’re into sexually. That’s why no limit taboo sessions are so important to me. You can’t go wrong when you and your partner tap into your deepest, darkest, and most twisted fantasies together.

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 Cock Tease

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I love being a cock tease to all my foot lovers out there. You all must be getting excited since it’s almost your favourite time of year, sandal season. How hot is it when your summer is filled with sexy toes on display? Since I’m a naughty cock tease I wear sexy sandals every chance I can get to drive all the foot lovers in my town wild.

I love wearing sandals all summer and you have to admit that you’ve never seen feet quite as sexy as mine. They’re perfect for sandals, flip flops or even heels. But most importantly, they’re perfect for your cock. Close your eyes and picture them for me. My feet are petite, have high arches, are always super smooth, and make for the best foot jobs.

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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”