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Little loser

Posted 9 hours ago by Sawyer

Sawyer 1844-332-2639 Ext 455

Met a little loser today and I cant stop thinking about how pathetic he was. I started out my day like any other day. Logged in to my computer to look for my next little loser to degrade. Before I knew it there was the message I was looking for. A small cock little nobody I would make fun of. The

Little loser

Really thought he could be in charge but this cuckqueen knows how to control a cuckold like him. He thought he was going to tell me when and where things would happen. I think not. I told him if he wanted to see any action at all he was going to be a good boy and listen.

First: I pick the time, the place, and what he can and cant do. Second: He will never EVER be in charge of anything. This was not up for negotiation. I think he started to realize I wasn’t the kind of cuckqueen to never bow down to anyone and I was in charge.

My silly little loser smartened up because he then started to agree to everything I said. He knew if he didn’t he wouldn’t be a part of watching me ride a real mans cocks. He knew he could never actually please me like the man that was pounding me in front of him could. He learned his lesson and is a good boy now so he gets to watch from the corner while I tell him how pathetic he is.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

He was between my thighs, exactly where he liked to be, with his face pressed into the fabric of my silk robe. I stared at the ceiling, as my eyes traced the cracks in the plaster. I felt nothing but a cold, clinical detachment. Jakob was a man of specific, diminishing appetites. He adored the feeling of being small, of being conquered, of being treated as nothing more than a footstool. For a while, the novelty had been enough. But novelty is a fleeting currency and…well…I had spent every last cent of it.

“Is that all you’ve got, Jakob?” I asked, not so innocently. He knew he couldn’t provide the raw, overwhelming friction I craved. He was a plaything, not a partner, and I was starving. “I’m going out,” I said, rising from the edge of the bed. Jakob stayed knelt on the floor, with his hands folded neatly in his lap, looking up at me with that signature blend of adoration and anxious eagerness. “Will you be late, Amber?” he asked.

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xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

As a beta male, there is just nothing you can do when he comes for what he wants. That lack of confidence and ability to tolerate confrontation is the reason he has my wrists tied over my head with me seated between his long legs. He stormed into the house and simply said he was going to show you what we’d been doing behind your back.

A small glimmer inside of me hoped you would stand up for our relationship and tell him no. I wanted you to get mad and stake your claim on me. Hoping you would tell him I’m your girl and that he couldn’t have me, but you didn’t.

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Girls Night

Posted 3 months ago by Francie

Girls Night

Francie 1844-332-2369 xXx 208

“Do you have to go out again?” Charlie whined from where he sat at the end of the bed, watching me get dressed for another night out. I smiled softly at him, the lie that was about to come out of my mouth was already staining my cheeks pink.

“It’s just a girls’ night. Don’t worry so much.” I could see the gears in his head turning. He wanted to ask why I was wearing such sexy lingerie if it was only a girls’ night. Or why I’d fussed so much over my hair, but he knew he’d only upset me by asking. We both knew I’d been secretive lately. Hiding my phone from him and not showing up when I say I will. Or coming home much later than planned. Charlie knew another man was in the picture; he just hadn’t allowed himself to admit it yet.

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Kara 1-844-332-2639 ext 306

There is just something about dressing up a sissy boy that delights me. I guess all girls loved to play dress up, but dressing up as sissies is so much more fun. Surely I could play in my closet, trying on all the sexy dresses and heels I’ve acquired, but I’d rather dress up my sissy boy. He gets so excited when I call him over because he already knows what to expect. Today was slightly different, but I’ve decided to surprise him once I’ve dressed him all up.

 

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Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

Marty called me to ask if I could do a last-minute session with him. He was begging me, telling me he really needed to see me. I thought he was being pathetic, but I told him if he came over tomorrow night, I could squeeze him in for a three-day session.

Friday rolled around and Marty showed up two hours early; boy was he desperate! I led him downstairs to my dungeon of fun and let him set up. That included stripping him of all his clothing and I put him in the corner cage until I was ready for him. What he didn’t know was that I wouldn’t be ready for him until Sunday!

Hours passed by and poor little Marty was waiting, wondering when I’d be back for him. The night turned into day, and Saturday was here before we knew it. He heard the sounds of my stiletto heels coming down the basement stairs. What surprised him the most was the hunk of man I brought down with me.

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Kara 1-844-332-2639 ext 306

I’ve been in a relationship with a white guy for about a year now. However, I’ve been having sex with Chance, whom I call Daddy. He is a tall 6”2’ muscular man weighing about 220 lbs, young and athletic. He knows I am in a relationship, but that doesn’t stop him from making me his bitch. Chance hasn’t had the best life and lives in a pretty rough neighborhood, but you wouldn’t know that if you saw him out in public. He was always well-groomed and had great hygiene. He smells so good and tastes even better. Ever since he fucked me six months ago, I have not been able to get enough. He calls me over at any time of the day or night, and I go without a second thought. My simple boyfriend is the typical white-collar CEO with a boring office job. Granted that the job comes with a six-figure salary, which is the only reason I stay.

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Danika * (844) 332-2639 x 466

How exciting that you found me here and decided to join me for a moment. Maybe you’ll decide to stay around for longer…I can feel my nipples harden with anticipation. But that’s not what I want to talk about right now. You see, I was taking a break from my studies, and I realized that I had spent the entire day looking at Tiny Marble Cocks. I found myself outlining these pathetic little things with my nails. Art history books are full of them, you see.

After some time, I started to consider what they would look like locked in cages. I imagine spreading my legs for the man in front of me; his Tiny Marble Cock locked in chastity. My pussy is already wet when I reach down, rubbing my swollen clit at first, then my slit. Both of us know by now you would fuck me if you could. There is just one problem; even if your tiny cock wasn’t locked in that cage, you’re far too small to satisfy me with it. So for now, you get to watch me play with my wet pussy while I think of other ways you can satisfy me. Continue reading “Tiny Marble Cocks” →

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

I took control over the man who once was my English teacher. He was tall with a deep voice deep and in class he always said “Read the text, feel the words.” I was shy back then (hard to believe, I know) and I liked the way he looked at me when I answered a question. He never knew how much I wanted his approval.

After school I left town. I studied, I travelled, I learned about power and desire. I learned the word “domme.” A woman who leads, who decides, who owns the scene. I liked the idea of being the one who tells a man what to do. One night, after my return to “la belle province” for a holiday visit, I went to a bar in the city. I was wearing a black leather jacket, black boots and a silver ring on my finger. I felt strong. Confident.

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If It Turns Her On

Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208

You don’t want to, but it doesn’t matter. Only her pleasure counts. If it turns her on to watch you suck a cock, then open your fucking mouth.

“I’m not gay!” It doesn’t matter. “I don’t like cock.” No one asked.

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