Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
There I was, tied to a kitchen chair on Christmas Eve, while Father Murphy chanted Latin over a spray bottle of sacred water. My aunt snapped her fingers near my face, trying to “jolt the demon out,” while my mother sobbed in the hallway.
It all started when I’d panicked and screamed, “I see the Ghost of Christmas Past!” at dinner after seeing my ex-boyfriend’s photo in a social media ad. Now, my Grandma insisted I was possessed by one of Scrooge’s Christmas ghosts.
Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413
My Boyfriend, Bob, isn’t good at anything but taking cock. Once I started slutting him out, our relationship really turned around. Since it’s the holiday season, and giving back is essential to me, I told my little Sissy slut Faggot that we were going to the Mall for a bit of charity work. Bob complained at first, ya know, because he is so lazy and selfish. However, when I told him that I wanted him to dress like the Talent Show scene in Mean Girls and pleasure all of the Husbands who’d been dragged to the Mall for last-minute Christmas shopping, his tune sure changed.
I dressed up my sissy slut faggot in white fishnets, tall white thigh-high heeled boots, and a red velvet skirt with fuzzy white trim. The tiny crop top that matched the skirt showed off Bob’s sexy abs and did nothing to hide his excitement. “Should you cage my sissy clit?” He asked me as he painted his lips Candycane red.
*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221
Last week I told you about the naughty boy I’ve been seeing lately for CBT. He had been wearing a cage for me and I was so proud of how well he took care of it that I agreed to give him some relief by removing it, temporarily.
It had been on 24/7 for weeks with no cumming allowed so as I removed the device it was clear he was already getting hard. The anticipation of release looked to be overwhelming for him and I loved watching my naughty boy squirm all over my bed.
Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322
One day, I got a special client. It was Santa Claus. I couldn’t believe it. Santa, the man who gives presents to everyone, wanted to be dominated by me. I was excited and a little nervous because I had never dominated someone so famous before. I prepared my room, putting out all my toys and tools. When Santa arrived, I could see the excitement in his eyes. He was a big man with a round belly and a white beard. He looked like he hadn’t been dominated in a long time.
“Hello, Santa,” I said, trying to sound strong. “I am Stella, your dominatrix for today. You will call me Mistress Stella.” “Hello, Mistress Stella,” Santa said. His voice was jolly, but shaking a little. “I am ready to obey your orders.” “First, take off your clothes,” I said. Santa quickly removed his red suit.
Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208
When I was growing up, my aunt used to tell me how lucky I was to be a ‘leggy blonde.’ It didn’t make sense to me until I was much older, when I realized all the benefits of being precisely what she said. “Leggy.” These long, smooth stems lure boys like the flame calls to the moth.
They flutter forward, hoping for warmth and protection, and then find themselves aflame. While the lust for my legs burns just as hot as the moth’s flickering flame, it’s only half as dangerous. My victims often escape with their lives and a recurring lust for my long legs.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
It’s in one’s best interest to avoid pain. In fact, it’s our most basic instinct to protect our bodies. Self-preservation and all that. However, it seems Sweet lovin’ Kayla Cumsalot lacks that very key component. As most Sadists do, he made himself known quickly. Lucas was frustrated, and he wanted to hurt something, better yet, someone. He’s a sadist, not a monster; he did warn Kayla before allowing her to submit to him.
He told the stupid girl he was in a foul mood. A mood meant to inflict so much pain that the cops would be called if anyone were to hear the wails from her pretty lips. This should have made her run or at least think twice, but not Kayla. Her pussy pulsed at the idea of hurting for him. She didn’t even ask for a safe word when she submitted to the sadist.
TS Alexus 844-332-2639 EXT 349
It’s not unusual for someone hosting a party to ask the guests to bring a dish or a bottle of something. However, I have a signature item I bring to every party I attend. My free use slut just loves to be the center of attention. So he always tags along as my “one item” for everyone to share.
I blindfold him before we get in the car so that he has no idea where we are going or who will be there when we get there. He doesn’t need to know when he’ll get fucked or who will be fucking him. As my free use slut, those things are up to me to decide.
Janine 1-844-332-2639 ext 462
Mama’s little sissy slut deserves a little outing. You’ve been such a good little girl. Mama decided that you deserve a treat. Where are we going today, you ask? Mama Janine set up a session at the local glory hole for my obedient sissy girl. First, you must dress appropriately. Something slutty and seductive is called for this outing. I’m thinking something red, shiny, and tight. Mama wants to show off all your little assets as we walk through the store to the back glory hole. When the men see you, they’ll want to line up to take their turn. So, my little sissy slut, you’re going to be very busy this afternoon.
Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322
My darling sub was kneeling on the cold floor, exactly where I told him to wait. I had added a little touch for the holiday season…two tiny silver bells attached near the buckle. Every small movement he made gave a soft, delightful jingle. Ting. Ting. It was the sound of my ownership.
He kept his head bowed and his body tense. He knew the rules. I walked around him slowly as my heels clicked on the hardwood. I didn’t need rope tonight, I needed presentation. “Look up, Darling,” I commanded. His eyes met mine.
Valerie 1844-332-2639 Ext 243
Late last night, I was closing up the little local bar I work at. It was just the perverted cook, and I left in the building. I’d just closed the register and put all the chairs on the tables so I could mop when I felt him watching me.
Those little warning hairs on the back of my neck stood up, and I tried to hurry up and get out of there as fast as I could without any problems, but when I went to the back to get my purse, he was standing in front of my locker. “You look so good tonight, Val.” He said while reaching down to adjust his pants.