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Pathetic Puppet

Posted 2 hours 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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That Time I Fucked A Cop

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.

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accidents

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.

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diaper slut

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.

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In a Magic Bottle

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.

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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.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

The moment he stepped across the threshold of my apartment, his gaze fixed firmly on the floorboards as if they held the secrets to his inevitable surrender. I sat reclined in my leather chair, watching him with a calculated stillness that seemed to draw the breath right out of his lungs. It’s always fun, being hired to ruin a powerful man. I knew full well that he craved the structure I provided more than he craved his own autonomy.

His movements were awkward and hesitant, like a silent plea for acknowledgement written across his flushed features. I tapped my fingers against the arm of my chair and demanded he look me in the eye. As his chin slowly tilted upward, I saw the raw, exposed vulnerability that flickered behind his tired eyes. He was mine in every sense of the word. A polished instrument of devotion that required my constant, firm guidance to function at peace.

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lover

Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Mistress Anna was seeing a business man. At first, he spoiled her rotten with gifts, and flowers and attention like no one had ever before. He was a filthy degenerate of a fetishist, and she fulfilled his every single need.

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Gabrielle 1-844-332-2639 ext 469

My son was back from college on a break and brought a few of his friends with him. Of course, being the loving mother that I am, I let them all stay at the house. One of his friends in particular kept shooting me glances all night, so I thought it might be a good time for some sexy lingerie shopping before I seduced him.

I got dressed and wore a sexy, loose-fitting backless tank top, with no bra (since I was shopping for a new one). The store was ten minutes away and I was ready for my sexy shopping spree. I perused the shelves looking for the best option, something that stuck out at me.

Red always stands out to me. It’s a powerful, seductive color that stops all the men and says, “Look at me Bitch, and bow down before your Goddess!” What woman doesn’t want to feel like an all-powerful Goddess, seducing every man that comes her way!

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probably a CEO

Posted 2 weeks ago by Stella

Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I don’t even look up from my laptop as I hear the hesitation in his footsteps. I know exactly the type of man who is standing on the other side of my mahogany door. It’s a man of stature, probably a CEO or a surgeon. Someone who spends his days forcing the world to bend to his will. Here; however, he is anything but.

“Come in,” I say, calmly. His posture is already collapsing into the familiar slouch of a man desperate to be relieved of his own authority. He is shaking, just slightly. I love that tremor. It’s the sound of a man discovering that the weight of the world is too heavy and he’s finally found someone who can crush him under it. And, boy, do I love crushing a man.

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