Category: fetish phonesex

Hot For Teacher

Posted 2 days ago by Stella

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

I took control over the man who once was my English teacher. He was tall with a deep voice deep and in class he always said “Read the text, feel the words.” I was shy back then (hard to believe, I know) and I liked the way he looked at me when I answered a question. He never knew how much I wanted his approval.

After school I left town. I studied, I travelled, I learned about power and desire. I learned the word “domme.” A woman who leads, who decides, who owns the scene. I liked the idea of being the one who tells a man what to do. One night, after my return to “la belle province” for a holiday visit, I went to a bar in the city. I was wearing a black leather jacket, black boots and a silver ring on my finger. I felt strong. Confident.

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Between My Sole

Posted 3 days ago by Rita

Between My Sole

Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

I lounged against the side of the couch with my sexy feet just off the edge. The naked slave with his hands cuffed behind his back rubbed his aching erection against my nylon calves. “Please, Goddess.” His words were muffled by the hooded mask he wore. I continued to scroll through my phone, ignoring his desperate pleas and drippy cock.

His hips turned to drag his shaft down toward my ankle, and I pointed my toes. Causing a gap between the heel of my stocking-covered foot and the sole of my slutty high heel. The horny toy took advantage immediately. Sliding his wet cock head into the silky opening.

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

The circus came through town and even though I’m a bit older now, I still get excited.  I just love the circus!  So, I bought my ticket and grabbed popcorn and cotton candy and began to wander around the tents.  I had no idea that this trip to the circus would end me enduring forced creepy clown sex.

As I was wandering around, I caught movement out of the corner of my eye.  Suddenly, a gloved hand was clapped over my mouth and I was dragged into the back of the nearest tent.  When I took a breath and stopped struggling, I found myself surrounded by three creepy clowns!

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hypnotherapy

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

From the moment Daniel sat down, the silver wedding band on his finger seemed to mock me. He’d come to me for anxiety, but as I looked into his worried eyes, I saw a much deeper, more potent need. I  saw a craving for release and surrender that married life could never possibly provide. I offered him my most reassuring, professional smile, all while concocting a plan to make him forget all about the woman waiting for him at home.

Initially, I convinced myself this was a form of radical therapy. A way to unlock the part of him he kept chained away by duty and expectation. After all, wasn’t my job to guide my clients to their truest desires? I certainly saw it that way! As I began the induction, and my voice dropped to that low and melodic cadence that had crumbled so many wills before his, I knew I was doing him a service. I was liberating him.

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Milking Panties

Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270

Bargain hunting and thrifting are like my favorite weekend hobbies. I love grabbing a coffee and driving around the oldest towns in the south, looking for antique shops. The more obscure the better. Plus, you can’t beat the scenery. My galpal Jessica and I were on such an adventure last weekend when we ran into a side-of-the-road swap shop thing. It looked rough on the outside. Junk was piled high on all sides of the building, and something in me just tingled! These wrecked old places sometimes are hiding things you didn’t know you needed! I knew I would find a treasure inside the disaster. I had no clue it would be a pair of milking panties for my husband!

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Sissyboy

Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Mommy Anna was out shopping at the mall. She went into a store of gowns when she recognized her young neighbor shopping there too. He was perusing through gowns innocently and admiring them. Anna came up to him and pretended to bump into him by grazing him.

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Isabelle 1844-33-candy ext 464

More than anything, I need the bound feeling of the rough hemp biting into my soft skin. I cherish that intense moment when the rope tightens, leaving me immobile and entirely at the trigger’s mercy. My breath catches as the first knot ensnares me in a web of sweet restraint and dark longing. It’s a dizzying high, knowing that I am helpless, fully exposed, and entirely vulnerable to whatever twisted pleasure comes next.

There’s something addicting about being wrapped up tight, every knot a tease, every pull of the rope a reminder that I’m not the one in control, even when I pretend I am. That tension between obedience and defiance, that’s the fun part of the play, I’ll provoke just enough, twist, and pout, maybe talk back, but only see what it takes to make him pull the rope tighter.

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domme

Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

Tonight’s client is younger than usual. He’s here for punishment, though he doesn’t yet know it. All the young ones start with that (stupid) hope in their chest, thinking they’ll be able to tame me. Yeah, right. Once they’re inside of my web, they quickly realize the error of their ways.

“Bonjour, mon chéri,” I purr. He shivers when I touch his chin, as my nails dig into his jaw. “You’re here to obey. N’est-ce pas?” He nods, swallowing hard. Good. They always think they can handle more than they can.

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

Anna has this amazingly sexy nephew.  Sometimes, she invites me to help her.  Last week, Anna invited me to celebrate her nephew’s birthday.  He opened the door excitedly when we arrived.  “Auntie Ann and Zoey!” he exclaimed.  “I wasn’t expecting you today.” He said.  “I know, we wanted to surprise you.  Zoey and I are here to help you celebrate your birthday with a bang.” Anna told him.  We giggled at the double entendre of her comment.  “I always have so much fun with both of you!” He said excitedly.  I assured him that this would be the best birthday of his life to date.

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ass eating

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

There’s just something about the way he eats my ass. He doesn’t actually EAT it. He just licks. Nibbles. Presses his mouth around my hole like he’s trying to hoover it. His tongue traces the entrance. His teeth graze the delicate skin. Not a bite. Never that. Not yet. But close. Close enough to make me shiver. Perhaps it’s warning. Or a promise. He calls it my peach. Says I taste just like one. Sugar and sun, with a secret tang underneath.

I hate that I like the word. Peach. He doesn’t say it in a sweet way. It sounds more like hunger. Like something clawing at the dark. The way his hands tighten on my hips when I arch toward him, wordless, desperate. The way his breath hitches as if he’s losing control, when in truth, I’m the one unraveling.

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