Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208 ☏☏☏ Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
After Anna was lucky enough to taste Ocean Goddess Francie and swallow her whole, Francie took her by the hand, and they walked together towards warmer pastures. The snow had indeed melted and Francie led her to a beach that glittered under the moonlight.
Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270
The other day, the playroom was becoming rather boring. A ton of the sexiest Candy girls were twiddling their thumbs waiting for something (or someone) exciting to happen. Our luck changed rather quickly when a new player joined the room. He claimed he was looking for a sissy trainer, and as many of you know, all of the ladies are more than qualified to transform a dull boy into a sparkly girlie! We told him he’d be in good hands, no matter whose hands he picked.
The little sissy-wanna sent me a DM asking if I’d train him to be a precuming licking whore on cam, and I was more than thrilled. Only I didn’t know what a big surprise was waiting for me on the other side of the screen when I agreed to be Sluterella’s trainer!
Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322
They call me cruel. Heartless. Good. That’s where I want them. Shivering, exposed, stripped of illusion and power. Obedience is a language, after all. I don’t break men. That’s too soft a word. I refine them. But only if they survive the heat.
Last night, a new sub came to me. He was tall and tattooed. The kind of man who thinks his confidence is armor. “I want to be yours,” he said, with curiosity in his eyes. I stared at him and smiled, thinking oh, sweetheart. You have no idea what you’re offering.
Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403
Kayla and I have a very special talent. No, I don’t mean the obvious ones like sucking cock and fucking your brains out. I mean, our ability to smell out any and every stinky Pamper out in the world. It’s not a talent that we expected to develop or market. But here we are. So now, Kayla and I use our highly sensitive noses to smell out smelly little boys and girls who try to avoid getting their Pampers changed. So many little ones love the feel of their squishy, messy diapers and try to hide so they can sit in it and enjoy it.
Janine 1-844-332-2639 ext 462
You hide a dark secret inside you. I see it peeking out from inside your eyes. It’s something you can’t share or talk about with anyone else. But that’s not true when you bring that desire to me. Let me be the accomplice you need to bring your taboo fantasies to life. I’ve always got young girls under my tutelage that I can bring to you. You can tell me what you want to do with her and I’ll help you make it happen. Or you can let me guide you through bringing your special secret needs to life. Either way, you’ll be fulfilled and satisfied when we’re finished with our time together.
Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407
Kevin hadn’t “pottied” in three days. THREE DAYS. He claimed he was “saving up for a big one.” I didn’t know what that meant at the time, but let’s just say I know now. And I’d rather not discuss it over dinner. When I finally cornered him in the living room, surrounded by crumpled diapers like a hoarder’s confession, he gave me those big eyes and whispered “I wike diapers, Cory.” Try as I might, he really didn’t want to use the potty.
Changing him was always a challenge. Last time, he flopped dramatically onto the changing mat I laid out and whined that the powder irritated his “tushie sensors.” I’m not kidding. Actual phrase. I tried to stay professional, like a diaper-disposal Navy SEAL, but then he giggled and let one rip simultaneously while I had his legs in the air, and I lost it. I mean, I didn’t get angry or anything. Instead, I laughed like a maniac, which only encouraged him to do it again. Sigh.
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.
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.
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!
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.