Daddy, No!

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Daddy is really strict when it comes to what I wear. Every day, he inspects my outfit and I can’t leave the house without his approval. The other day, I snuck out when he wasn’t home. I was wearing nothing more than a tight black tube top, a matching skirt that barely covered my ass, and sheer black thong. All was well until my idiot brother saw me with a much older guy and told Daddy about it.

Daddy was waiting for me when I got home. “It’s just an outfit, Dad.” I said, as I walked past him to get to my room. “Just an outfit?” He stated, furiously. “This isn’t a game, Amber. Stop being a little bitch.” I cackled and he grabbed my wrist, holding me back. “Turn around.” His face was stone cold as he said it. I hesitated. “What? Why?”

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

From the moment Daniel sat down, the silver wedding band on his finger seemed to mock me. He’d come to me for anxiety, but as I looked into his worried eyes, I saw a much deeper, more potent need. I  saw a craving for release and surrender that married life could never possibly provide. I offered him my most reassuring, professional smile, all while concocting a plan to make him forget all about the woman waiting for him at home.

Initially, I convinced myself this was a form of radical therapy. A way to unlock the part of him he kept chained away by duty and expectation. After all, wasn’t my job to guide my clients to their truest desires? I certainly saw it that way! As I began the induction, and my voice dropped to that low and melodic cadence that had crumbled so many wills before his, I knew I was doing him a service. I was liberating him.

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Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270

Bargain hunting and thrifting are like my favorite weekend hobbies. I love grabbing a coffee and driving around the oldest towns in the south, looking for antique shops. The more obscure the better. Plus, you can’t beat the scenery. My galpal Jessica and I were on such an adventure last weekend when we ran into a side-of-the-road swap shop thing. It looked rough on the outside. Junk was piled high on all sides of the building, and something in me just tingled! These wrecked old places sometimes are hiding things you didn’t know you needed! I knew I would find a treasure inside the disaster. I had no clue it would be a pair of milking panties for my husband!

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Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Mommy Anna was out shopping at the mall. She went into a store of gowns when she recognized her young neighbor shopping there too. He was perusing through gowns innocently and admiring them. Anna came up to him and pretended to bump into him by grazing him.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

Tonight’s client is younger than usual. He’s here for punishment, though he doesn’t yet know it. All the young ones start with that (stupid) hope in their chest, thinking they’ll be able to tame me. Yeah, right. Once they’re inside of my web, they quickly realize the error of their ways.

“Bonjour, mon chéri,” I purr. He shivers when I touch his chin, as my nails dig into his jaw. “You’re here to obey. N’est-ce pas?” He nods, swallowing hard. Good. They always think they can handle more than they can.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

“I need a proper master,” he said, with his voice cracking. I smirked. Beta males like him are easy. They’re predictable. They think submission is a shortcut to feeling alive. I named my price and he handed over his wallet without hesitation.

He called himself “Luke.” I told him to drop the name. “You’re Luce now,” I said, savoring the way his breath hitched. I made him kneel, of course, then crawl to fetch my boots. He obeyed, but there was something off. His hands trembled not from fear, but from eagerness.

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Mommy’s Boy

*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221

I knew from the first time I met you that you were a total mommy’s boy. And I’m so glad that we got to have some quality mommy son time together last week. But how was your weekend away from me?

Was it crazy busy and now you’re ready for mommy to snuggle you again after we get you ready for bed? You know how much I love a mommy’s boy so I can’t wait for you to spend some time with me. Continue reading “Do You Love Being A Mommy’s Boy?”

Janine 1-844-332-2639 ext 462

You act like a big tough man while in the public eye.  But I know a man like you has secrets desires he’s afraid to tell anyone else.  You can tell me though.  I’m your Mistress secret keeper.  You long to let go and to regress and also to become more feminine.  That means it’s time for you to hand yourself over to me for your sissy baby transformation.  It’s time to give in and accept the real you down deep inside.  Don’t worry, this won’t hurt a bit.  At least not until the first stretching of that little pussy of yours.  But I know how to make it hurt in a good way.

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Step-Sister Is the FemDom You Crave

Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

“Travis!” My mother bellowed up the stairs, and my step-brother fumbled out of his room as I was coming down the hallway. He kept his eyes down as he passed me and whimpered, “Sorry, excuse me.” He was jogging to see what she needed, but I noticed he’d left his laptop open on his bed in his hurry. Curious as to what kind of porn he’d be into, I stepped into his room and gazed at the screen. A pleasant thrill washed over me, seeing his search history was all for FemDom porn. “Rita, I’ll be back this evening. Be sure to do your chores!” She screamed up the stairs, and I hollered back.

“Oh, don’t worry. They’ll get done.”

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I’ve always liked the feeling of a day’s worth of grime sliding off me like a second skin. After a twelve‑hour shift, the world feels like a filthy hallway and there’s nothing better than a bath. Especially, when you’re full of sticky cum! This is why Zoey and I have developed a “bathing” ritual.

After work we meet at the dim corner booth of the bar that never closes. “Another night, another cleaning,” she says with a grin. We both know what that means. We’re not looking for a house‑keeper. We want someone who knows their way around a woman’s body. That’s when we notice the bartender, Hugo.

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