Anna 1-844-332-2639 EXT 203
Mommy Anna had Sissy Baby Tami awake from the nursery. Tami tried to rub her eyes
and asked Mommy what she was doing. Mommy Anna told her that today they would be doing
special reverse Potty Training. “What’s that?” said Tami.
*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221
Recently I told you about a baby I have named Jake who’s obsessed with my big boobs. He LOVES breastfeeding and it’s always a big part of our playtime together. But little Jake always wants to stay private with our time together and I felt like it was time for him to show off his cute baby ways to the world.
So I took him to the park for his first ever outing. It was going so well until he fell and hurt himself. Right away I knew he would come running to the comfort of my big boobs, but I was curious if he would actually breastfeed in public with everyone watching him.
Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322
My roster of submissive men is long. Most thrive under the weight of my boot. Most find peace in the surrender. But then there is Elias. He’s…a bit of a glitch in my system. He doesn’t want simple obedience, he wants to see how far he can push me. Elias is the type of guy who treats my boundaries like suggestions and my commands like challenges to his own crumbling ego.
Last night, for example, he smirked when I told him to kneel. Just as I was about to correct him, his eyes darted to my face with that infuriating, inquisitive glimmer. He wasn’t looking for release, he was looking for a crack in my composure. Instead, he found the cold, clinical end of my patience.
Tara 1-844-332-2639 ext 323
# The Art of Teasing
I think teasing is one of the sexiest parts of attraction. It is not about rushing things. It is about building tension slowly and knowing exactly how to keep someone wanting more. To keep them interested in going further. This is where you lure him in and take a bite!
For me, it starts with touch. Running my hands slowly across someone’s back while they melt into me. Gently massaging tired feet after a long day while we flirt and laugh together. I love those moments where the energy starts soft and playful but slowly becomes impossible to ignore.
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.
Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244
Yesterday, in a call, a guy asked me what the craziest thing I’d ever done was. My mind went blank. How do you pick the craziest thing when you’ve always been a wild girl? It took a second to sort through my memories, and then I remembered that time I suck off a cop. That was pretty wild, I guess. Let me tell you about it.
At the time, I lived in a real small town—the kind where everyone knows everyone and their business. The crime rate was really low, and the local police had nothing better to do than sit in a tree line by the only stop sign in town. Of course, I hadn’t seen him sitting there when I blew past the sign in a hurry. He hit me with the blue lights, and I really didn’t have time or money for a ticket.
Anna 1-844-332-2639 EXT 203
Mommy returned Tami to the nursery, she was overdue. Overdue for punishment, for Sissy training and for being taken care of by Mommy Anna. Mommy unlocked the door and approached the crib, but was surprised to find Tami completely soaked.
Continue reading “Accidents are Managed, Never Prevented: Tales of Sissy Baby Tami”
Anna 1-844-332-2639 EXT 203
Late one Friday Night, a pretty little blonde was sitting at home. He was contemplating going out,
but instead he called his Auntie Anna. She told him not to go out, that it was too late, and it
would only result in him being tired and drained the next day, instead Auntie Anna insisted she come over and keep him company.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
For as long as I can remember, long before I was old enough to understand what my heart’s desire was, I craved a Daddy Dom. But my wish wasn’t for the soft Doms I met online or even the depraved sadists I read about in my favorite smut novels. I longed for a man somewhere in between the two worlds.
A fantasy, surely, for where would a girl find a man who wished to care for her with a gentle hand? Yet wish to strangle every orgasm from her with the same strong fingers? As I grew, I gave up on my mythical Daddy dream. It’d never come true. There could be no man alive who’d keep sweet lovin Kaykay on her toes in the way she desired. Or so I thought.
Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322
Victor was the golden boy of the firm, wearing perfectly tailored suits, a charming, self-assured smile, and a professional mask that I itched to dismantle. Our flirting had become a ritual of microscopic transgressions. A lingering touch when I handed him a file, a double-entendre whispered during a budget meeting, the way he would lean in just a fraction too close, and how his pupils would dilate when I caught his eye. He thought he was the hunter, but he had no idea he was walking straight into a web.
Last Friday, I finally dropped the bait. I left a small, cream-colored envelope on his desk with nothing but my home address, a time (9:00 PM) and a lipstick print in my signature shade of red. He had commented on it the week before, saying it was “Beautiful,” so I knew he would recognize that the note was from me.