*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221
Let me get a good look at those big blue balls. Wow baby, when’s the last time you came. I know I told you that you couldn’t cum without me, but you have a really bad case of blue balls. It makes sense though because we’ve been going pretty hard with the tease and denial stuff huh. Emphasis on denial haha. Of course it’s all my fault because when we talk you beg me to drain them, but honestly where’s the fun in that?
Mila 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 220
You probably know you’re a dirty pervert. That’s why you’re here anyway. And that perverted mind comes up with such disgusting things to do to ladies like us. I know it, I have seen it with my own two eyes. But, nothing like this has ever even crossed my mind. You sit there, logged into your desktop. The monitor displays a grid of boxes. All showing different angles of the same thing. My apartment. It was a struggle to sneak in while I was gone and hide them without making me think that anyone had disturbed my home. But you were on a mission.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2639 Ext 357
As your newly hired executive assistant, I’m in your office (My boss), in your chair, with my high heels up on your desk. There is a big ripped-up box by my feet. I’m wearing a tight pencil skirt and a button-up blouse, but half the buttons are undone, and my heavy tits are threatening to spill out. There’s a big smile on my face as I sip my coffee, looking awful comfy in your chair when you come in. “Kayla?” You question with an unhappy look on your face. I smile even bigger and kick my feet off the desk to stand up. Then, I slap my hand on the box and lean forward.
“A package came for you…. it got kinda ripped up… something fell out.” I wiggle my eyebrows and hold up an adult diaper from the open box.
Can’t you imagine having the chance to play with me? I mean, you do have the chance. You just need to pull the reins and fall into it. I bet you lurk these pages, always too scared to set up a call but you peruse the blog posts. Seeing all the fun we get up to in calls. And yet you still choose to sit there! Unsatisfied! You’re doing it to yourself. And why? What exactly are you scared of? Falling off the deep end and satisfying those deep dark desires you have? Why bother continuing to hide them when you could embrace them?
Valerie 1844-332-2639 Ext 243
Tommy’s Mommy said he was a handful, but I know how to deal with unruly babies. As soon as his mom was gone, I told Tommy it was time for a diaper change. The naughty little thing ladies down for me, and I pulled off the saggy diaper he’d been wearing all day. Tommy started asking about what games we would play tonight, and I laughed.
Tommy wouldn’t want to play any game once the plugging began.
xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208
Walking home, all alone, I was blissfully unaware that I was being followed. Skipping along the side of the road in my pleated schoolgirl skirt and knee-high stockings, the music in my ears was all I could think about. I didn’t consider the fact that my white cotton panties showed every time I kicked my knees up to skip or how dangerous it was to be unaware.
I think it was when I stepped onto my porch, that first step, that I realized something was off. A sixth sense kicked in as I pushed the key into the door. Much too late, however, to save me from the dangerous man who had followed me home.
Robotic Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413
The washing machine in my apartment building stopped working, and our cheap-as-dirt slumlord hasn’t even attempted to replace or fix it, so my roommate, Kelly, and I decided we couldn’t put it off any longer. We’d have to go to the laundry mat. I’d never been to one, and the idea of my underthings tumbling around in the view of strangers made me feel a little icky. However, it didn’t seem like I had another choice at the moment.
We piled up our laundry baskets, a bottle of detergent, and a plastic baggy of dryer sheets into the car, then raided my piggybank for quarters. Kelly drove us as I tugged at the tiny booty shorts riding up my ass. I had nothing else to wear until my things were cleaned. As we parked in front of the shady building with people loitering outside, I began to feel more uncomfortable. I didn’t know there would be so many pervs at the laundry mat.
Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403
Our firm is full of high-powered female lawyers. We wear power suits and fill the men around us with trepidation and intimidation. In our firm, all the lawyers are women, and we only hire men for secretarial work. Recently, we hired a new secretary. He’s already on the right tract as he showed up wearing ladies slack, an ambiguous blouse, and ballet flats. A week into his employment all the partners met to pull straws. I pulled the longest which meant that I won and it was my turn to transform the male secretary. He was about to become completely feminized.
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Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
I needed a Sissy Slut Maid… because let’s face it. This place isn’t going to clean itself. Mommy Anna prepared the attire: the traditional French maid outfit, some high heels, stockings, and let’s not forget the headpiece and feather duster. But that feather duster isn’t for dusting, now is it?
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2639 Ext 357
The other day, I was hanging out with a few of my girlfriends at the house when someone rang the doorbell. I wasn’t expecting anyone, so hesitantly, I opened the door and saw Mr. Stinky Pampers and his Mom on my doorstep. “Kayla! Thank goodness you’re home! I have an emergency at work, and I just can’t take Mr. Stinky Pampers with me. Is there ANYWAY you could watch him for just a few hours?” She folded her hands together like she was praying and pleaded. “Please? I’ll pay you double your normal rate.”
I reached out and ruffled Mr. Stinky’s hair. “Of course, I’ll watch him.” She pushed a big diaper bag at my chest and kissed her boy on the cheek. Before she left, she told me she just changed him before they drove over, so I shouldn’t have to worry about any diaper changes. I looked down at Stinky as she said this and saw the cheeky look in his eye. I had a feeling he’d been saving a present just for me.