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behave

Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Mommy woke up early and made sure to feed Sissy Baby Tami her formula. Only it wasn’t regular formula, but a concoction mixed with laxatives, hormones and aphrodisiacs. When Tami was done her bottle, Mommy gave her another bottle of formula, then another. She wanted to make sure Tami was over the moon horny, happy and full. Tami told Mommy that the cupboards were bear and so Mommy decided it was time to go grocery shopping but she made Tami promise she would behave.

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Mistress Gets What Mistress Wants

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

The day had been long and stressful, so I decided to prowl the bar near the office before going home. Frustration and anger were buzzing inside of me, scratching underneath my skin like an itch I couldn’t reach. I wanted to control someone, maybe even hurt them a little.

The tiny bar was busy as I scanned the crowd for my next lucky victim. I wasn’t in the mood for playing games; the boy would have to be obviously submissive and willing to skip the small talk. My gaze moved over my options until I found him. A businessman hunched over the bar, nursing a drink. Quickly i squeezed through the patrons until my tits bumps against my targets back. He shifted a bit and barely looked over his shoulder. My hand skimmed up his side, over his shoulder to the back of his neck, where I gripped him firmly in my little hand. His whole body seemed to relax with that one hold. I pressed my lips to his ear and made my offer.

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Stephanie 844-33-CANDY Ext 454

One of my regulars, always a pleasure. I answered the door wearing nothing but a sheer black thong. He stood in front of me kicking the door closed behind him. Towering over me, he was very tall with an athletic build. He raised his hands and cupped my tits with them. He caressed my tits before landing on my nipples which he proceeded to pinch and slightly pull on. “Let me use the bathroom first” he said walking past me towards the bathroom. “Well hello to you too” I said with a giggle. We had an understanding. He didn’t want to hear about my day and he wasn’t going to tell me about his. No background information. And after 3 months of seeing him? I knew he meant it unlike other clients.

 

He walked into the bedroom, I followed close behind. He put the money on the side table, slid his jacket off and tossed it. I stood in front of him and undid his jeans. Slipped them off, and while on my knees I lifted his semi erect cock and started to lick his balls sliding them in and out of my mouth just the way he liked it.

 

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Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

Roger shifted nervously on the chaise lounge before me. He wouldn’t look at me, but I waited. I tapped my pen against the notebook in my lap. He cleared his throat, and my pen froze. “I have to confess why it’s been so long since my last session.” His voice was weak, as if he was scared of what he’d confess. Or maybe he was afraid of my reaction to whatever it was he had to tell me.

“Go on. This is a safe space.” I lied. My hypnosis therapy is a front for turning straight men into cock sucking faggots. They come in, often saying they’d like to quit smoking or watching porn or cheating on their wives and I offer my services. Only as soon as they are out, I train them to be secret cock suckers. After they wake up, they have no memory of the session and go on about their lives until their trigger is activated. Roger, hopefully unaware of all this, finally looked up at me.

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Wiener Party!

Posted 5 days ago by Diana

Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

You ever go to a Memorial Day BBQ and it turns into a real WIENER PARTY? The smell of burgers and hotdogs wafting through the air. I was a little tipsy from rose and my sundress was clinging to my curves. “I’m going to grab another bottle for us,” I called out to my friends as I headed into the garage, desperate for a moment of shade.

The garage was cool and dim, the treadmill and weights lined up against the walls. I made my way to the fridge in the corner, bending down to rifle through for another cold one. Suddenly, I heard the door click shut behind me. I turned around and nearly dropped the bottle when I saw who it was.

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

I don’t know if it’s so chilly where you are this weekend.  But it’s a very chilly and cold Memorial Day Weekend here.  It’s supposed to be the weekend where everyone opens up their pools for summer.  But there isn’t going to be any swimming at the pool this weekend.  Good thing I have lots of great pool memories about previous adventures at the pool.  Like last year I decided to spend some time at the community pool.  I fell asleep soaking up the sun and missed the call that the pool was closing.  The head lifeguard had been checking me out all summer and told the other lifeguards to let me sleep while they cleared everyone else out.

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

This particular night was the roleplay that broke him. He came in cocky. Hands in his pockets, pretending he was in control. I told him to sit. He hesitated. Wrong move. “I said sit!!” My voice sliced through the room like silk over steel. He obeyed. Slowly. I smiled. Good boy.

He wanted to “try something different,” something taboo. I told him I had a fantasy—and tonight, he’d play the part. He didn’t ask questions. That was mistake number two.

I walked around him in stilettos, slow and deliberate, dragging my fingernails across the back of his neck. “Tonight, I’m not your girl. I’m your instructor. And you’re going to learn how to please me properly. You’ve been slacking in your performance… and now, you’re staying after hours.” His breath hitched. His pants tightened. I grabbed his chin and made him look at me.
“I grade on obedience. And right now, you’re failing.” I tied his wrists behind the chair with my silk scarf, slid my thigh over his lap, and whispered all the filthy things he’d have to do to earn extra credit. I traced my tongue along his ear, then slapped his cheek. Gently. Enough to make his Continue reading “The Roleplay That Broke Him” →

roommate

Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Miss Anna took on a new roommate. He was very shy and quiet, but she always secretly had the hots for him. When night fell, she could swear she heard him stroking away in his room. She was so tempted to knock on the door and ask if she could lend a hand.

There was of course, one thing that really bothered her about him: Every time she went out and came home, she noticed that things from her room would be misplaced. Her shoes, her clothes. She confronted the roommate, asking him if he had guests over. He claimed that his girlfriend had been by and was fixated by her closet, to which Miss Anna stated she didn’t mind, so long as his girlfriend put everything back where she found it.

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Do I Or Don't I GAME NIGHT With Kayla Cumsalot

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

Ok, ok, OKAY! So you think you know me. After so many years of spilling your fantasy and secrets, you think we’re close. Some of you even believe there is more than just a hot, filthy, naughty call between us now and again, but…have you ever considered I tell you what you wanna hear? That maybe I feed you the version of me that keeps you crawling back to me, instead of what’s REALLY going on in my deviously manipulative brain? Do you actually know me at all? Well, we’re about to find out!

I’ve compiled a list of “Do I or Don’t I’s,” and we’ll see which players know the real Kaykay best! Some are kinky and some are not. Depending on how well you’ve listened to me during our sessions or what you’ve seen on my Twitter, this could be super easy or SUPER hard!

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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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