Tinkering Trio

Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208

My step-dad is having his weekly poker night in his tinkering room. He builds all kinds of weird things in there. He’s been begging me to hang out with him in there so we could bond, but I don’t care about all the weird science things he messes with. Mom is gone for the weekend, and I can hear his ***** friends laughing and joking as they play their stupid card game.

All of a sudden, the power throughout the whole house flickers and goes out. At the same time, the noise from the tinkering room goes silent. After a few seconds, I hear the backup generator roar to life, and a few lights come back on. When the sounds of grown men playing their games don’t start back up, I wander down the hall to find out what happened.

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The Mistake

Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I’ve always been diligent about my work, so when I made a critical error that jeopardized a major project, I knew I was in for it. My boss, Mr. Blackwood, summoned me to his office, his expression grim.

As I entered, I felt a mix of dread and shame. He gestured for me to close the door and take a seat. I did, fidgeting anxiously under his piercing gaze.

“This mistake of yours could cost the company a significant amount of money and damage our reputation,” he stated, his voice low and controlled. “You need to learn a lesson about responsibility.”

Before I could respond, he stood and circled his desk, his eyes burning into mine. He abruptly grabbed my wrists and pulled me to my feet, binding them behind my back using leather restraints.

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Help Me Unwind

Help Me Unwind

Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

Long days turn into longer weeks, and before you know it, stressful months add up. The tension locks into my muscles, and it feels almost impossible to unwind. The only thing that can help me achieve some stress relief is a hot bath overflowing with bubbles. The heat of the water makes the room steamy, and the candlelight flickers. Making shadows lick across my curves as I sink into the waiting water.

My head leans back to brace against the edge of the tub, and my eyes close. That’s when I hear my lady’s maid enter. A soft smile pulls at my lips, and I settle deeper into the water. Exhaling deeply as my sissy maid kneels near my shoulder.

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abdl

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I remember the first time I truly embraced my role as an ABDL Mama. It wasn’t some grand revelation under a disco ball, it was more like a slow, creeping realization. Things began innocently enough, with a few playful indulgences. But before I knew it, my linen closet was less about sheets and more about industrial-sized diaper bundles. And my mornings routinely kicked off with a debate over whether the “baby” preferred his pureed squash or a somewhat lumpy oatmeal.

The alarm clock wasn’t just ringing anymore; it was practically a lullaby for grown men in footie pajamas, and I frequently found myself trying to decipher complex grunts and gurgles. To anyone else, they would sound like a malfunctioning plumbing system but, to me, they were clearly demands for more juice. My grocery runs became legendary. Gone were the days of buying kale and quinoa! My trips to the grocery store are more about a veritable convoy of baby wipes, oversized onesies, and enough powdered formula to feed a small army. An army that, conveniently, always needed a nap after consuming said formula.

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slut

Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

I’ve always had a reputation for being a bit of a free spirit. I was born in Quebec, and maybe that’s where my love for adventure comes from. We all know the Quebecois are fond of adventures! I’ve never been afraid to explore my desires, and that’s exactly what brought me to this small, romantic town on the coast of Italy last week. I’d been wandering the winding streets, taking in the sights and sounds, when I stumbled upon a quaint little cafe. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries wafted through the air, and I couldn’t resist stepping inside.

As I entered, I noticed a handsome man sitting alone at a table near the window. His eyes met mine, and I felt a spark ignite within me. He smiled, and I found myself drawn to him like a moth to a flame. I approached him, my hips swaying seductively as I walked. “Mind if I join you?” I asked, my French accent on full display. He grinned and his eyes sparkled with mischief. “Please, do,” he said, gesturing to the empty chair across from him.

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cock carnival

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

On my tropical vacation last week, I’d somehow stumbled upon this adults-only amusement park called “Erotica Land.” It wasn’t advertised on any mainstream tourist sites, more like a whispered legend passed between hostel-dwellers. Intrigued, and admittedly a little bored, I found myself walking through its surprisingly tasteful, yet undeniably suggestive, gates.

The park was a kaleidoscope of risqué rides and themed attractions, but one particular monstrosity dominated the skyline: a colossal, undeniably phallic structure that twisted skyward. A neon sign at its base pulsed with a name that made me snort-laugh: “The Cocktival.” I couldn’t resist. As I got into the line, a theme park employee, looking suspiciously like a retired burlesque dancer, handed me two items. “For the cream, sweetie,” she purred, pressing a sealed condom and a pair of industrial-strength swim goggles into my palm. My eyebrows shot up. This was going to be an experience.

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Stephanie 844-332-2639 Ext 454 

I rolled over and lightly touched the screen of my phone. It was after 2am and I couldn’t believe I was awake at this hour. I yawned rolling back over towards the center of the bed. I settled there allowing myself random thoughts as I closed my eyes. I could feel myself start to drift off, the foggy but consciously soothing moment between being awake and that restful sleep.  

The mattress sank slightly; I opened my eyes. I could feel the mattress sink but I saw no one there. Which was fairly obvious since I lived alone, and I was only just drifting off to sleep. I didn’t move but my eyes stayed focused. Nothing, through the dark I saw only my pillows and sheets.  

I closed my eyes and I felt myself drift off quicker this time. All of a sudden, a kiss, a real kiss to my lips. I giggled, dreaming, I am dreaming and it’s a nice one. Then a deeper kiss yet soft and gentle. I felt groggy I started to awaken some when more kisses. My cheeks my chin then back to my mouth. 

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Sissy Lessons

*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221

Did your sissy lessons result in you being just mediocre, or are you now a top-of-the-line slut? Have you ever had official sissy lessons? Or did you just try to teach yourself about the sissy slut life?

Because when I get calls for sissy phone sex training I love making sure my girls all graduate with skills that will make any man weak. One of my favorite things to do is assign kinky tasks to my sissy sluts. But don’t worry. If you still need “basic training” you might not be ready for those assigned tasks quite yet so we will take it slow.

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Mr. Stinky Pampers Earns A World Record

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

I’d written into the world record book about Mr. Stinky Pampers. I explained that there has never been a baby who has ever smelled as badly as he does. They contacted me back to say we’d been selected to meet with a judge, and she would decide if he earned the world record for Stinkiest Diaper. I was terribly excited, I mean, what’s the point in being so smelly if you aren’t recognized for it, right?

It was mid-morning when the Judge knocked on the door. She seemed very professional-looking in a hot, MILF-Y way. She had on a high-waisted pencil skirt and crisp, white button-up blouse. Her thick-rimmed glasses scrunched up her nose when I opened the door, and Mr. Stinky Pamper’s smell assaulted her senses. “Peeyouuu!” She waved her notebook in front of her nose. “It’s worse than I thought.”

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

I’ve been told by man men that I have a flair for oral sex. I love to be thorough and passionate, taking my time giving you a first-class blow job.  This skill has taken years of practice.  Of course, it has not been without mishap.  However, through fastidious technique improvement, I have had men worship the things my mouth can do to them.  Practice makes perfect and we know I’ve had a lot of practice over the years.

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