Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403
Christmas Eve is a very busy night for Santa and me. He delivers presents all night and I give him sleigh head. Santa sends one of his elves early in the day to transport me up to the North Pole. I’m walked to Santa’s office where he’s waiting for me to arrive. He’s completed his last minute list checks. His sleigh prepared by the elves and ready to go. Santa only has one last chore to complete.
Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322
Midnight is coming. So is he. Red light spills from the glass shelf. Candles, not for romance, but for control. For power. My mirror shows a woman in black. Tight dress, sharp collar, eyes lined with kohl. My hair is dark as the silence between commands.
His name is Daniel. He’s been mine for nearly a year. Polite. Obedient. Shakes when I raise my voice. I like that. Tonight isn’t about punishment. It’s about passage. A new year. A fresh leash.
Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
Davey always had a telltale sign that his cock was getting hard inside of his crinkly, padded diaper. He didn’t even try to hide it. Why would he? I was his muse. “Mama…” he whispered, as his sweet voice trembled on the other end of the phone. “Can we…um, can we have some family fun together? You know how much I love that!”
I tilted my head, playfully feigning thought. “Hmm…are you sure you’ve earned it, Davey?” His eyes widened as I reached for my phone on the nightstand. “Because if you’ve been a good boy for Mommy…” I unlocked it, opened the camera, and propped it on a little stand across from my rocking chair. “Then you can show how Mommy how nicely you edge yourself for her.”
Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Miss Anna came home after a long day of frolicking around. She marched in her heels towards the kitchen and went to the fridge. There sat her favorite egg nog. She reached to pour a glass, but there was barely enough to fill an ounce. She was livid.
Continue reading “The Chronicles of Miss Anna and her Panty Slut Pt. 11”
Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407
I came home to the scent of overcooked sugar and something suspiciously like chocolate melted on the stovetop. “Liam?” I called, dropping my keys with a clatter, already bracing myself. What I found in the kitchen stopped me mid-sigh. There was flour dusted on every surface like powdered snowfall, eggshells were floating in a bowl like tiny ceramic rafts, and my grown-up baby, wearing nothing but footed pajamas and a look of proud guilt, was standing knee-deep in spilled sprinkles.
He had clearly attempted to make Christmas cookies. It was a noble effort, really, but whatever recipe he used had devolved into what looked like a science experiment gone rogue. A lopsided dough monster clung to the counter, a measuring cup was stuck on his head like a helmet, and my (VERY EXPENSIVE) mixer lay on its side, still twitching with post-beating aftershocks.
Janine 1-844-332-2639 ext 462
I’m hosting a holiday party for all my good little sissy faggots. Everyone deserves to celebrate this wonderful holiday season. Especially faggots who crave getting on their knees for dick. A party means fun for everyone all around. You’ve worked hard all year long to hone those sissy skills. So, now’s your chance to show them off and have some fun for yourself in the process. I’ll get you prepared for the festivities with a sexy holiday outfit to show off your pretty sissy body. Put on your red and green knee pads because you’re going to be on them for quite a while tonight. I’ve invited a lot of cocks to play with you this evening.
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”
Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
There I was, tied to a kitchen chair on Christmas Eve, while Father Murphy chanted Latin over a spray bottle of sacred water. My aunt snapped her fingers near my face, trying to “jolt the demon out,” while my mother sobbed in the hallway.
It all started when I’d panicked and screamed, “I see the Ghost of Christmas Past!” at dinner after seeing my ex-boyfriend’s photo in a social media ad. Now, my Grandma insisted I was possessed by one of Scrooge’s Christmas ghosts.
Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407
Chris flopped onto the changing table, as he does, and I very suddenly found myself once again under the thrall of the most exquisite, crinkly symphony known to ABDL Mamas all around the world…the sound of a fresh diaper being unpeeled. It’s not just a sound, mind you; it’s an experience.
To me, it’s like a cross between a thousand candy wrappers conspiring to overthrow the kingdom. As I slotted the diaper beneath Chris’s wriggling bottom, the crinkle echoed in my ears like a church bell rung by a giggling choir of cherubs. Chris, ever the playful menace, squirmed and barked, “Mama, you’re doing it too dramatically!” as if he didn’t know that the sound was a sacred ritual, a sonic lullaby, a sound so pure it could make a grown woman weep (with laughter, of course).
Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228
I recently told you about a hot teen orgy I was in at our local mall with a very sexy daddy, Santa. A bunch of my girlfriends and I had gone with the intention of doing a bit of shopping and a bit of cock riding. You know, a typical Saturday.
There were five of us and you could see that Santa was pleased to see our sexy little group. We had our hair all done up in pigtails and ponytails with extra short skirts on. Our little firm breasts spilling out the top of our tight shirts. Sexy daddy had the biggest smile on his jolly face