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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

Marcus sat across from me, wearing his tailored suit like armor. He looked like the quintessential corporate success story, but I didn’t see the titan of industry he pretended to be. I saw a man in his own cage. “I’m failing, Stella,” he said. His voice was laced with self-loathing. “I’m weak. I don’t have the spine to be the man I’m supposed to be.”

It was the same script he brought me every Tuesday. A litany of perceived inadequacies. I’m too soft. I’m a coward. I can’t handle the pressure. He viewed these traits as fatal flaws in his masculinity…but I didn’t.

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Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

It was a nice evening, and I’ve been busting my ass with work, so I thought I deserved a little TLC. The kinky singles massage club was calling my name. I was waiting in line to get in, and I saw the most gorgeous, sexy guy sporting a pink crop top.

I started talking to him and we both got in at the same time which meant we got our massages together. There were tables set up and massage oils laying around. I wanted some sensual lavender vanilla; it got me so horny and worked up.

Next, he picked out a coffee scent which opened up the pores, and it was such a manly scent. I couldn’t help myself. Walking closer to him, I ran my hands up and down his body. I said, “I love it when you wear crop tops, makes it so much easier to put my hands up your shirt.”

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Most of the people in this house look at my curled chestnut hair and oversized emerald eyes, and they see a sweet little thing. But the truth is, I like breaking rules. Especially Daddy’s rules. Especially because Daddy thinks he’s a warden in a very expensive, marble floored detention center. He keeps me locked in ivory towers (aka my room, when I’ve been naughty), dresses me in cashmere, and expects me to speak in a soft, polite whisper. But I’m fundamentally and deliciously rotten.

Right now, I’m sitting on the Persian rug in the center of the study. My knees are smeared with garden mud, and are red from where I scraped myself while climbing the forbidden ivy trellis in the yard. I hear heavy footsteps echo in the hall. Suddenly, the door flies open and there’s Daddy. He doesn’t shout, though. Daddy never shouts. That’s his favorite trick. He just looks at me.

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Teen Tease

Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228

I love being a teen tease, especially for your cock. And I know that I could drive you totally crazy with what I could do to it. So how about the next time you’re in need you let this teen tease have some fun with you?

I’ve always been a little bit of a teen tease. So during my first week as a phone sex girl when I got a call from a man who wanted to be teased I was super excited!

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Bad, Bad Babysitter

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

I paced the hallway, wringing my hands together. The constant crying from the bedroom had faded now to dull whimpers every now and then. The twins were scared and growing tired, the special drinks I’d made them at lunch finally kicking in. The door opened, and I skipped into Chris’s arms. He hugged me tightly and kissed my neck. “Are they ready?” he asked while brushing past me to open the bedroom door.

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Discipline

Posted 6 days ago by Cory

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

Mark was late for our scheduled evening review by exactly four minutes. In my world, tardiness was an unacceptable lapse in discipline. “You understand why punctuality matters to me, don’t you, Mark?” I asked. My voice was purposely devoid of warmth, serving as a reminder that my patience was not an infinite resource. His eyes darted away for a split second before I tightened my grip on his chin. Just enough to demand his absolute, undivided attention.

I’d built my reputation on precision and absolute obedience, and I certainly wasn’t going to tolerate sloppy habits from anyone, especially not from Mark. “Good,” I said, while letting go of his face and stepping back slightly. “Kneel.” It wasn’t a request, nor was it phrased as a question. He dropped and his knees hitting the floor with a dull thud that echoed softly in the quiet room. I looked down at him and slowly adjusted my cuffs as I let the silence stretch out, forcing him to marinate in the consequences of his careless mistake.

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Every inch

Posted 1 week ago by Sawyer

Sawyer 1844-332-2639 Ext 455

I waited until mommy’s soft snoring drifted down the hallway then slipped out of bed in nothing but a Tshirt and a pair of pink panties. The house was dark and quiet as I walked to the top of the stairs. Daddy was awake reading by the fireplace. The orange glow painting is bare feet. I whispered to him before I swung one leg over the freshly polished banister. The cool wood sliding against my nearly bare ass. I pushed off and glided down, panties riding up into my little slit, the friction making me wetter and wetter with

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Little Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

Well, I did it. I’m enrolled in cosmetology school. But I’m also in this crazy agreement with Mr. Steel. I always manage to get myself in deeper. As if I wasn’t already in deep enough with my uncle paying tuition for sexual favors and my landlord/sugar daddy giving me free rent and a credit card for wrecking his home. Now I’m in a Domme/Sub relationship with the cosmetology school owner, Mr. Steel.

Brent, my landlord/sugar daddy was so happy for me and told me that he wanted to buy me the kit that I’m going to need for school. He told me to put it on the credit card he gave me. I felt kind of guilty about my secret. Mr. Steel just had something about him. He was intriguing, mysterious, charismatic, and so good looking that it made me blush. I can’t stop thinking about him. He did something to me that I’ve never felt before. My body tingles with excitement thinking about fully submitting to him. The fear of how extreme he’s going to be is twistedly arousing.

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Gabrielle 1-844-332-2639 ext 469

He caught my eye from across the room, and I winked at him and walked out the door, hoping he would follow me. I waited in the alley way and thirty seconds later he appeared around the corner. He pushed me against the wall and ran his hands through my hair as he made out with me. He started biting my earlobe and whispered in my ear, “get my fingers wet for me.”

I felt his hands slowly move down my body, groping and grabbing at my succulent tits, and working down further, up my short leather skirt. I was wearing a thong and fishnet stockings that were already feeling rather moist. He felt my slit through my panties, and he could feel me getting soaked. He pushed my thong aside with his fingers and easily slid two fingers inside. His fingers were deep in my pussy, all the way to his knuckles and my knees buckled.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

My sub usually understood the boundaries of our dynamic, but halfway through our session he had stupidly forgotten his place. It’s as if his teeny, tiny man brain needed a thorough, ruthless scrubbing to remind him of his place when he’s in my presence. I didn’t see the point in continuing with our usual type of degradation if he was just going to be a brat, so I decided to take matters into my own hands.

“Knees,” I commanded, in that cold, flat tone he hated. He dropped to his knees instantly and looked up at me with those eager, pathetic eyes. “Mistress, I…”

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