Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Little Anna came home from school. She went straight upstairs and pretended to get a head start on her homework. When Daddy called her down for dinner she lied and said she would eat later and that she wanted to finish her homework first. But what she really was doing was trying on slutty outfits to meet a boy she liked from school.
Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349
Imagine your hands are tied above your head, and you lie before me completely naked with your legs spread wide. I’m sitting between your thighs in an open black robe. The swell of my tits teases your eyes, and my left leg is draped over your thigh, pinning your lower half in place.
My hand jerks your little dick mercilessly. No matter how you strain, you can’t escape the pending orgasm. Every stroke of my hand and wobble of my tits brings you closer and closer, and just as you can no longer hold it back, my hand lets go, and your orgasm is ruined. We both watch your pathetic cock spew its load in weak dribbles as you beg me to help finish it off. I don’t. The only thing I’ll help you with is a double ruin.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
Some babies are good, and some are bad. Some want to be good but just can’t help being bad. While I’m all-consuming and incredibly powerful, my talents are limited by distance. Sure, I can dole out discipline like the next Mommy, but I have to rely on the baby to carry it out with the same firmness and ruthlessness as I would if I were able to do it myself. As you can imagine, it’s much more helpful when I have a helping hand.
The other day, Baby Riley surprised me with a babysitter! He told me she was new to diapering babies and wanted to learn. She’d read my blogs and watched my Twitter, so she had an idea of how to humiliate bad boys, but there is nothing I love more than teaching another woman how to own a diaper bitch.
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.
*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221
For as long as I can remember I’ve been totally addicted to sexy lingerie. So, as you can imagine, my collection is now vast. Perfect for a sissy like you.
I’d love to take you on a tour in person. I could try a few things on, maybe even together since I know how much you love panties. One day we’ll make it happen. But for today, this blog will allow me to paint a picture of my sexy lingerie closet for you.
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?”
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.
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!
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.
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.