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Little Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

After giving Mr. Steel’s proposition much thought, I knew exactly what I wanted to do. First I did some research on him. He actually owns the company that owns the cosmetology school and many more cosmetology schools across the country, as well as several other companies. Everything was making so much more sense. The massive office, designer suit, huge ego, and entitled attitude. I’m not gonna lie. His power did concern me. For starters, if I want to go to cosmetology school, I’m going to have to do what he wants me to do. And I’m always going to have to be watching over my shoulder because I’m not going to be exclusive. I was so nervous but I knew I had to do what I had to do. So I made an appointment to see him.

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I hardly noticed I grew out of my favorite skirt. But daddy did. It just kept getting shorter and shorter until he couldn’t take it anymore. One day he called me into his bedroom and had me sit on his lap. He told me my skirts hurt him. I asked him where. He pulled out his hard cock and showed me the way it was throbbing for me. Daddy is such a perv, but he thinks I’m his innocent little princess. “Do you want me to rub it and make it feel better, Daddy. He almost came for me right then and there.
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Most people assume ABDL babies love bottles, but not mine. They’re all dirty little cock suckers. What about you? I think it’s time for you to be honest with me, do you prefer bottles or big boy cocks?

We know that all of you ABDL phone sex babies love sucking on your pacifiers, bottles and my nipples, now you need to graduate to something a little kinkier!! I think it’s time you join the other cock suckers in Mommy Lucy’s nursery.

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A Tasty Treat

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A Tasty Treat

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It was a slow day at the bakery, so I had time to test out a few new recipes. I slipped into the back, humming a little song as I laid out the flour and other delicious things I’d be playing with. When I pulled open the giant walk-in refrigerator doors, I saw my newest ingredient dangling from a hook.

Tricia was naked, her flesh chilled to the perfect temperature and puckered all over with goosebumps. Her arms were stretched above her head, and a tiny pink ribbon was tied tightly into a bow at the base of her cock. I smiled and reached out to pet the purple member. “It’s almost ready to fall off.” She whimpered and swayed her hips forward. “Let’s prepare my tasty treat, then, shall we?”

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

Jorge thought he was punishing me by being distant all week. A little silent treatment, like a petty withholding of affection to make me squirm. How unimaginative. He thinks he’s the architect of our little dynamic, but he forgets a fundamental truth about playing with a domme. I’m the one who designed the rules. And I don’t need his permission to change them.

“You’ve been quiet, Stella,” he said, taking a slow sip of his drink. He was clearly waiting for me to validate his petty little power trip, but little did he know that the bait was dangling right where I wanted it. “Have I?” I asked coyly, as I smiled and traced the rim of my own empty glass. “You know you have,” he replied, sarcastically. “If you have something to say, just say it.”

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

The tattoo studio smelled of antiseptic and the faint, sweet musk of high quality ink. When I walked in the front door, Aaron was sitting at the front desk but he didn’t look up from his sketchpad. “Amber,” he murmured, as if we had met before (but we hadn’t). “This nautical piece is going to be stunning. Like the crushing depths of the Atlantic itself!”

He flipped the sketchbook around to show me his vision. It was everything I wanted, but the price tag he’d quoted me in an email had been staggering. I really should have cancelled my consultation appointment, but I couldn’t imagine not having an “Aaron Black” tattoo. He was THE best tattoo artist in the country, after all!

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449

The drapes were drawn, shutting out the afternoon sun and leaving the bedroom wrapped in a twilight glow. I lounged against the headboard, propped up on pillows, watching him kneel at the foot of the bed. His chest heaved with shallow, uneven breaths, his skin shimmering with a light sheen of sweat. With a grunt, he came into the dish I’d placed on the floor before him.

“Again,” I commanded softy, my voice barely above a whisper, yet holding absolute authority in the quiet room.

His eyes locked onto mine, dilated, and brimming with a mix of desperate pleading and total surrender. He didn’t hesitate. His hand moved back to his body, his fingers tightening as he resumed a steady, agonizingly deliberate rhythm.

There was a captivating power in holding his focus so completely. I gave him tailored instructions, keeping him hovering right on the exquisite precipice. Every time he teetered over the edge, his muscles tensing and his hips hitching forward, I’d murmur a sharp “Again.” Forcing him to reset, and start the slow climb all over again.

His breath hitched, a soft whimper rising from his chest as the relentless sensation began to overwhelm him. “Please,” he gasped… Continue reading “An Afternoon Of Forced Draining” →

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Jay is growing up so fast. It sometimes makes me feel like a crazy woman for how he makes me feel. One moment he’s my sweet, goofy baby, and then the afternoon light hits him just right at soccer practice, and my panties are getting wet.

Normally, he does driving lessons with his Dad because I’m too anxious, but he had just a few hours left to get before he could take his test, and the boy is an excellent beggar, so I agreed.

In the passenger seat, funny things were happening in my body. Jay leaned the seat back and confidently draped his left hand over the wheel. His right hand rested between us on the shifter, and I noticed he had the same bulging veins on the back of his hand, like his father. My tongue traced my teeth with the temptation to trail my finger over the pretty blue lines in my Son’s skin the way I do to his dad when he drives me. I shook my head, trying to shake the weird feelings, but Jay’s confidence and ability behind the wheel were making me so hot.

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Franny Feeds You A Glory Hole Lunch

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Ray turned his face away, but my nails bit into his jaw to turn his lips back toward the hole. He wore a mask that covered the upper half of his face. His mouth was coated in slimy drool and ropes of precum. “I don’t want to swallow it.” He cried, but I tugged him by the jaw, closer to the throbbing cock poking out of the hole.

“It’s the only lunch you’ll get. Don’t be ungrateful.” I stood over him as he kneeled on the sticky floor of the glory hole. My thumb pressed into the indent in Ray’s chin, forcing his mouth back open. He may be begging for this to end, but his cock was rock hard between his legs as I forced him to be a big, gay, cocksucker.

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Oh, what a sight he was. My Sissy Slut Bob! Standing near the edge of the park with the water hose in his hand. Bob’s tall heels were set hip width apart, his ass pushed back with his fake tit’s lifted toward the sun. The cool water splashed out, soaking his bikini top and dripping water down his thighs. The pale pink bikini bottoms sucked tight to the too-big cage he was wearing. The whole reason behind our little fundraising car wash was so Bob could afford a tighter, smaller cage.

The cars honked as they drove by, and Bob shook his ass. “Pull the bottoms up,” I instructed while filming a little TikTok for Bob’s fans. Social media was how I set up most of Bob’s slutty events. The views, likes, and comments often bring in enough cash to fuel Bob’s video gaming addiction. He knows this, and every time the carema comes out, it’s like Bob knows he needs to perform.

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