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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

My subs wait in the dark, bound to the crossbars I’ve positioned just so. Two tonight, a couple named Luc and Amélie. They’re here for punishment, for the show I’ll give them. I step into the circle of red light. My fingers brush the velvet box on the table. It holds a collection of toys, each chosen for its promise. The whip first. I crack it once. The sound is sharp enough to make Luc flinch. Amélie bites her lip. Good. Let them remember the sting.

But tonight, the focus is on me. I undo the clasp of my corset and let it fall to the floor. The air is cold against my skin as I climb onto the leather dais, spreading my legs wide. My pussy glistens, already wet. I grab the rose-shaped vibrator from the box and slide it against my clit. Luc’s chains rattle as he strains toward me. Continue reading “Tonight, I have two subs” →

Sissy Slut Bob's Holiday Shopping Spree

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.

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Santa domme

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.

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Holiday Sub

Posted 3 weeks ago by Stella

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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.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

People ask me, constantly, why I do this. It is about understanding the fundamental truth of the human psyche: how much they desire the total absence of responsibility. For me, being a Domme—la Déesse, if you prefer the proper terminology—is the only way I can truly breathe. Everything else is noise. But when someone kneels before me, the world outside vanishes. There is only the weighted silence of utter obligation.

I love the control, of course. Who wouldn’t love the knowledge that a single, slow lift of my eyebrow can shatter a man’s composure? But that’s just the starting point. The real allure is what comes after the initial submission: the raw trust. They put themselves and their entire emotional landscape into my hands. They need me to be sharper, wiser, and crueler than they are capable of being themselves.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

From the moment I met Jonathan, I knew there was a beautiful woman inside him just aching to come out. At family gatherings, everyone probably wondered why I would sit and stare at my brother in law. But the truth is that I was fantasizing about doing his makeup. And dressing him up in a dress, stockings, heels, and a little lacy bra and panty set. I’m not sure why it became such an obsession to me. I think it was just because I could feel how badly he needed and wanted it. He didn’t have to tell me, I just knew. I knew those big, blue, sultry eyes would look so sexy in a smoldering smoky eye look. The thought of coating those lush lashes in mascara for the first time had me so aroused. His perfect pouty lips were begging to be lined and filled with fuchsia, then coated in clear, sparkly gloss.

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Janine 1-844-332-2639 ext 462

A woman like myself has earned your worship and devotion.  My pleasure should be your focus.  A submissive man like you knows your place and duty in my world.  You very well know that my pleasure brings you pleasure as well.  So, let’s start with you on your knees in front of me.  I want to hear all the ways that I’m superior to you and how you long to worship me in many ways.  Tell me how you’re unworthy but appreciate my attention and the pleasure I give you.  Then describe how you’d like to make me cum several times before I reward you with your own pleasure.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

I love weiners. Cocks, penises, la queue. Whatever the polite name is, or the dirty one, the object remains the same. For me, it is the center of the world. It’s not just a casual interest; it is an obsession. I remember once, walking through the grocery store. List in hand, I paused in front of the thick packaged sausages. My friend, Élise, was with me. She asked, “Stella, why are you staring at the food?”

I didn’t answer right away because I was too busy looking at the weiners. It sounds silly, I know. A girl obsessed with hot dogs. But they remind me of big, fat, juicy cocks. My stomach was hungry, but that had nothing to do with lunch. This need is so intense! When I see a man, really see him, my eyes skip the face and I ignore the clothes. They go straight to the center of his pants, imagining the veins, the rough heat under there just waiting to fill up a girl like me. It’s an instant turn on!

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First Time Theater Slut

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

The adult theater, in the back of the “bookstore,” was empty when I arrived. My heels stuck to the floor in a way that made my stomach turn. How many men had unloaded on this floor or spent hours on their knees, sweating with strangers behind them?

Various porn clips played on the wall of TVs, and I took a seat in the middle row. Quiets moans echoed all around me, even though I was the only one here. My legs fell open, and my hand drifted over my thickening cock. Soon enough, there would be someone here to serve me, but there was no harm in warming up.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

He was kneeling before me with his head bowed. Fear is a sound I understand intimately. It’s a language universally welcomed and accepted here. My gaze drifted down the line of my black pencil skirt, lingering on the whip on table beside me. “Look at me,” I commanded.

The sound of my voice broke the tension like a glass shattering. He flinched, then lifted his chin slowly and reluctantly. His eyes were a deep, unsettling blue, swimming with an emotion I recognized instantly. It was the terrifying beauty of surrender. He wasn’t looking at a person; he was looking at the weight of his own submission.

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