Category: domination phonesex

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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Anna 1-844-332-2639 EXT 203

Mistress Anna took on a new Sissy Slut.She was so slutty, and yet delicate. She was sure to break her in. She asked her what her name was. But Mistress Anna decided to call her Missy. Little Sissy, Slutty Missy!

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Daddy’s Girl

Posted 5 days ago by Sawyer

Sawyer 1844-332-2639 Ext 455

There’s something incredibly exciting about having a daddy tell me what and when to do something. All I want to do is please him even when it’s not something I want to do. He could force me to do anything and I would still have a smile on my face. 

People often think the appeal is about obedience, as a daddy’s girl I think it’s about getting my pussy filled. If daddy wants it I’m giving it to him. It’s about knowing that Daddy takes charge, and there is no such word as no in the dictionary when he is around.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

I stepped out of the alleyway, with my heels clicking against the concrete. It sounded almost like a siren song for the broken. I wasn’t looking for conversation, I was looking for the magnetic pull of a submissive spirit. You can smell them, really. There’s a specific scent to a man who is tired of his own self-governance. It’s a faint, metallic tang of repressed desperation.

I spotted what appeared to be a perfect specimen near the corner of 4th Street. He standing under the flickering orange glow of a streetlight. Tall, well-dressed in a suit that looked slightly too heavy for his frame, and was clutching a briefcase like a shield. He was trembling, though there was no breeze to speak of. As I approached, I didn’t bother with the softness of a smile. I let my presence be the only thing that mattered.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I recently met a guy named Mark at the local amusement park. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and entirely too tense. He was trying his best to chat me up in line, but as soon as we were suspended at the top of the roller coaster, he became strangely quiet. “You’re trembling, Mark,” I murmured, slightly amused by how timid he suddenly appeared. He swallowed hard. “It’s just…it’s a long drop, Amber.”

“Is it?” I turned my head slowly, looking him in the eye entirely unbothered. “Look at me.” He hesitated, then slowly turned his head. His eyes were wide and darting from side to side, probably looking for the type of reassurance that I wasn’t going to provide. My fingers traced the line of his jaw before settling firmly on his chin. I didn’t pull him close, I just held his head in place, forcing him to keep his gaze locked with mine.

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Reverse Potty Training

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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.

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Big Boobs

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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.

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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.

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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.

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Pathetic Puppet

Posted 3 weeks ago by Amber

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.

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