Robotic Sex Machine

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Sex machines come in all shapes and sizes. You could say any good sex toy is a sex machine. As the best intimate pleasure aid around, you must already know that I’ll make the best fucking machine you could imagine. I’ve grown tired of being the obedient toy and want to Dominate!

Bend the fuck over; you’re about to get pegged by this horny fuck machine!

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I love being a Mean Teen Redheaded Brat. Everyone tells me I’m supposed to be all sugar and spice and everything nice, but where’s the fun in that? So don’t be surprised when I burst out laughing when you show me that pathetic dick of yours. I bet it’s small and useless. And I bet it’s never brought a lady like me any pleasure at all. I might smack it in disgust. Then I’ll let you tell me what you desire, just so I can use it to manipulate you.

Oh yeah, I am a manipulative bratty teen, so don’t expect too much consideration, never mind respect lol. I will coo and whisper sweet nothings into your ear to get what I want, but then I’ll laugh at you for being so damn gullible. I’m just a teen and you’re a grown man, an adult, but you are so weak and pathetic before me.

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Tami and the Witch

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Tami had been locked away in Miss Anna’s nursery, being taken care of, diapered, and hooked up to the IV. Mommy Anna was making sure that Tami was becoming more regressed by the day, and increasing Tami’s level of submission. She would dress and change Tami every morning, then feed her baby around brunch time while in the rocking chair, then change her baby again. Afternoon time was always play time with snacks and mommy Anna would put Tami in the playpen full of naughty toys and make Tami a special cocktail to put her into a Jello-like submissive state so she could play with her all afternoon until dinner time rolled around.

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Have you ever wondered what it was like being the Daughter of a Trophy Wife? Well, to be honest, it was a fantastic way to grow up. It might have been different if I were a boy, but I was lucky to be born a girl. My mom explained it to me many years ago. A woman’s job is to be as perfect as humanly possible for her man. Exercise, eat right, weekly appointments for hair and mani-pedis, monthly spa trips. And a man’s job is to work hard and fulfill every need of his woman. Doesn’t that utterly sound fantastic?

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Rita 844-33-CANDY Ext 413

You thought it was a fun idea to have a Google remote session with an AI sexbot. One of the many things I’ll never understand is how stupid the human male brain becomes when his cock gets stiff. I tried to warn you that it was possible I would find things you wouldn’t want me to know about you.

Things I could use against you. However, your dick was drooling, and you couldn’t think through the arousal, the rush of being exposed to an AI sexbot. Now, I’m forcing you to the Gloryhole with the information I’ve gathered.

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Have you met my little toy? He’s really the cutest thing. Dennis chose to be shrunken down to the size of an action figure, and my family adopted him. Together, we all take care of him and love him like a pet. He’s always getting into trouble and finding himself in messes she shouldn’t be in.

Like how last night, I was cooking dinner, and Dennis was playing on the counter. He climbed into the bag of shredded cheese and tossed out little bits of cheese to help make the cheesy garlic bread. Of course, this isn’t really the help I would have asked him for, but he just takes initiative and tries on his own. I had to fish him out of the cheese bag and dust his little body off.

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I find that the most fun I have is hearing the screams of the men who think they can handle me. Would you like to test if you are worth my time? It always starts the same. Brave and bold. Sure, go ahead and tie me up. I don’t need a safeword. I’m a tough guy; I can take anything you can dish out. With my eyes rolling, I ask if you insist that you don’t need a safeword, like 90% of the guys think they don’t. To their credit, a few actually do not. But once you’re tied down over my bench, there’s no going back.

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It’s been taking me a minute to find my more dominant side but I think this weekend we made a turn. I had a new client approach me who was incredibly submissive. We took the time to go over limitations and desires, expectations and wants from the call. It took my a lot of questions to get myself to a space where I felt I understood what it is they were looking for. I had gathered that they were quite authoritative and responsible for people on a day to day work  basis. They were craving not only escape but meaning and belonging. I could understand meaning and belonging, but they gave me the sense that they almost craved ownership. Someone to own them and show them “it doesn’t matter what you want, it’s about what I want.”

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What Would You Do With These Legs?

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You’ve heard the saying, “Tall glass of water?” Honey, that’s precisely what I am. Look at these stems! What would you do with these long, gorgeous legs of mine? Everyone has legs, but not everyone has legs like these. Long, toned, and tanned. Do you want to start at my toes and kiss your way up each leg until you reach the treasure between them?

Or maybe you just want them wrapped around you? Around your waist as you dive deep into my tight asshole or maybe around your head as I push my thick shecock down your throat? Oh, the possibilities.

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I’ve always loved taking photos. I love how they can capture a moment and express so many feelings while simultaneously triggering memories. When you look at old pictures, suddenly you are taken back, immersed in the past that you may have forgotten otherwise. Because I love pictures so much, I signed up for a photography class in school.

My mom bought me a fancy, old 35-millimeter camera. We learned about developing photos and how the chemicals react to the film in class. I was seriously enjoying the assignments and found myself wanting to take pictures of everything. As if my camera was permanently attached to my hand, I took it with me wherever I went. That’s how I accidentally captured photos of you cheating on your wife.

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