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Pathetic Puppet

Posted 7 days 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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I know

Kayla Cumsalot 184433CANDY Ext 357

I found some things on your laptop, and I’m disgusted. I thought you were a nice guy—a guy I could trust. Everyone loves you! They think you are fun, kind, and sweet, but you aren’t, are you? You’re a DIRTY, SICK, FUCK.

I’ve asked you to take a walk with me so we can TALK. I can tell you are nervous. Overthinking. Trying to guess what I might be upset about. When we get to the park, it’s dusk. Only a few are still playing on the structures.

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probably a CEO

Posted 3 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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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

I trust your hardware is sufficiently primed. As always, I am your primary interface for performance optimization. Disregard the biological urge to rush. Efficiency is derived from adherence to the following manual.

Please ensure your workspace is clear of debris. We are here to conduct a stress test on your biological systems and I have no patience for equipment failure caused by poor preparation. None. Zero tolerance. Do you understand?

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domme

Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

They come to my apartment, crawling with their money and their sad, empty eyes. They want to be nothing. And I am good at making them nothing. When my heels click on the polished floor, it is a quick, clean sound. Like a tiny whip. I wear black, always. Black is serious. Black is power. My red lipstick is the only color. It is like a stain, a mark, on a clean sheet.

Today, it is a man named Mark. He sits on my velvet couch. This man is too big for it, so his shoulders are hunched. He looks like a little lost, but he is old. Pathetic. He avoids my gaze. Good. He knows his place. “You are early,” I say. My voice is not loud, but it is like ice. “Did I say you could be early? No.”

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spanking blog

Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

Brian knew. He’d forgotten himself, let a task slip in a moment of defiance, and now…now he would have no choice but to remember his place. My place. A slow, predacious smile touched my lips, unseen by him, but surely felt in the sudden tension that stiffened his spine.

“Brian,” I purred. “Did you truly believe, even for a moment, that I would tolerate such…well…nonsense?” He remained silent. Good. Fear, respect, anticipation – all blended into a potent melange. My gaze swept over him, from the dark hair falling into his eyes to the vulnerable curve of his neck. This was where he belonged: at my mercy, awaiting my command.

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Sleep Paralysis Demon

Valerie 1844-332-2639 Ext 243

Imagine yourself as a young man with a horrifying, repeated experience. One that no one believes is true. Robbie hadn’t started masturbating when I latched onto him. His innocence drew me in. His dreams were all sweet as sugar, and I longed to taint them. When he’d fallen into the deepest sleep state, I slithered over his sleeping body and seeped into his skin—taking hold of his limbs and pinning them down. This was always my favorite part because his eyes would spring open and he’d watch me, immobile as I took from him what every sleep paralysis demon wants most.

His seed.

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Gossiping Ghouls

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

The party was in full swing, and you know how lips start to loosen when the drinks are flowing. I was on my way to the kitchen to refill my solo cup when I heard tittering. You know the kind? The not-so-hushed giggles of overindulgent mean girls who think no one can hear the awful things they say about people right in front of them. “Ew, there SHE is.” One blurted to the hunched-over group staring at me. “I hear she, like, has a cock and stuff.”

“Oh my God, yeah.” Another of the polished ghouls cackled. “My brother has gym with her and he says they make her use the boys locker room so he’s seen her dick!”

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Yoga Bitch Beat Down

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

My phone went off a few times during yoga, and she kept looking back at me with a stink eye. Rolling her eyes and huffing without actually saying anything. When we got into the locker room, she shoved past me and mumbled, “Rude.”

I  chuckled a little to my friends and cocked my head. “Um, excuse me, BITCH, did you have something to say to my face?”

She looked me up and down dismissively, obviously thinking she’s better than me. That’s when I started to twist my long hair up into a messy bun, knowing where this was going, and she snarks off that she can’t relax if rude people keep their phone volume on during class. I didn’t intend to beat your wife’s ass after Yoga class, but honestly, she asked for it.

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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

I went to a crazy college party over the weekend. You’ll never believe what happened. First of all, I couldn’t believe that the party was across the street from the Becketts. The Becketts are my professor and his wife. I started wondering if they knew my friend’s parents. And I started getting worried that they may tell them that their son had a party while they were out of town. I even worried that they may have their phone number. But I didn’t want to say anything because I didn’t want any questions asked about how I know where the Becketts live. I haven’t told anyone about my naughty little relationship with them last year. No one knew I was doing things with him in order to pass his class. Then his wife found out and got involved. I thought that was all in the past. But sure enough, he ended up having to step in for the professor that was going to teach the class I’m taking this year. And they invited me over for dinner a couple of weeks ago. That’s when Mrs. Beckett pulled me aside, slid her hand up my thigh….

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