Category: fetish phonesex

findom

Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

He’s a man I’ve never met. An anonymous figure with a number for a name. paypig‑247. He found me through a thread of desperation and desire. A place where the lonely and the willing collide. He sends me a DM and offers his payment info immediately. I process it and click “reply.”

“Money is the first offering. Show me you understand your place.” A few moments later, I see a notification on my screen. He extends our session by another hour. I feel a slight tremor of satisfaction. A dark delight that comes not from the cash itself but from the submission it represents. He probably watches a flickering TV, waiting for his next command. He thinks he’s safe behind a screen, but I can feel how nervous he is.

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abdl

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I had just woken up beside my sweet ABDL Valentine, David. He was already awake. “Mama, Mama, I had a dream!” David exclaimed, as his eyes sparkled with excitement. He was wearing his favorite blue onesie and a snug pampers.

“What was your dream about, baby?” I asked, pulling him closer for a cuddle. “I dreamed that you played with me and made me make cummies in my diaper!” he said. His cheeks flushed with embarrassment almost as soon as he said the words out loud. Still, I could see a hint of hopefulness in his eyes.

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Finger Your Boy Pussy

Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639

“Oh my God!” Michael yelled. “I can’t believe you have me fingering my pussy!” I laughed at the astonishment in his voice. It was our first call, and I don’t know what he expected to happen, but when he told me he read my profile and thought it sounded sexy. I knew exactly how this would end.

Michael was face down ass up in his wife’s panties and heels with his fingers stretching out that hungry hole for me. His panties were drenched with precum, and his lips smeared with her lipstick. For someone who wanted to be a sissy girl, I’d say he was well on his way now.

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sea men

Posted 1 month ago by Cory

sailors

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

My obsession with sailors and “sea men” began, as all great historical follies do, with a documentary about the Age of Exploration. I found myself utterly mesmerized not by the intrepid captains or the promise of new worlds, but by the burly, salt-crusted men swabbing decks in the background.

There was something about the coiled energy in their forearms and the way their necks met the rough wool of their pea coats. As I’ve always believed, a man who can tie a bowline knot under pressure is a man who could, you know, do a lot of “other” things with equal, competent grace.

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Janine 1-844-332-2639 ext 462

It’s time, darling.  You’ve worked hard up to this moment.  Now it’s time to put all that hard work to good use.  You’ve earned yourself a trip to the local glory hole.  I know you’ve been anticipating this moment for weeks now.  You put in a lot of hard work and effort to improve your dick sucking skills with my strapon and toys.  However, you have finally graduated from toy dick to a real one.  So, let’s get you all dolled up for a night out on your knees.  I’ll dress you like whore you’ve imagined yourself becoming.  Dress, panties, stocking, and heels so you feel as slutty as you’re about to become.

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

Recently, I was visiting friends in Philadelphia.  I love to visit the big cities for a short time.  There are so many fun things to do and so much different culture to experience.  My friend had gotten us tickets to see a Kabuki show and I was so excited to go.  We arrived to the theater and an usher showed us to our seats.  A few minutes later this very tall, very sexy older gentleman in a pinstripe suit was shown to the seat next to mine.  I appreciate tall.  Also, I appreciate older.  I more than appreciate a pinstripe suit.

I waited for an equally gorgeous woman to join him but a couple was seated next to him filling in the rest of the row.  He was alone!  I surreptitiously looked at his left hand resting on the arm rest next to me and didn’t see a wedding ring or any signs that he wore one.

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domme

Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

The first thing I noticed was the scent of rosemary and cold steel that has seeped into the hallway. Ethan had already begun his morning, the way I taught him to. The brass tray on the footboard of my bed was laid out with meticulous precision. A single red rose, a glass of chilled water, a notebook bound in black leather, and a slender silver key I gave him last winter. He knows the key does not open any lock. It is the symbol of my permission to bear his devotion.

I slipped out of the silk sheets and stepped onto the cold wooden floor. My boots clicked, echoing off the painted walls like a metronome. He was waiting, kneeling at the base of the doorframe with his eyes lowered and his hands clasped behind his back. “Good morning, Mistress,” he murmured.

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Valentine's Day

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day, so I’ve been hearing from all of my lovers. The married ones, especially, have been sending me gifts and money. They think they’re buying silence, but the truth is…they’re not. They’re buying the story they tell themselves in the mirror about how they’re still good men, even though they’re fucking filthy cheaters. And me? I’m the price of that delusion.

A serpentine bracelet, diamonds for scales, emerald eyes. It’s from Michael, the cardiologist. His wife posted a photo this morning of the heart-shaped pancakes she made for him. “My rock, my everything,” the caption read. Michael’s hands, the ones that hold human hearts for a living, were trembling when he clasped this expensive bracelet around my wrist. He wasn’t paying for my affection. He was paying to prove to himself that he could still be reckless, even while being overwhelmed by minivans and mortgage payments.

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socks

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404  ☏☏☏ Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Mommy Anna and Sexy little Sister Amber were downstairs talking in the kitchen. Amber went upstairs to grab her new lingerie set and show Mommy Anna, but when she entered her room she gasped: There she found their bad little frilly socks boy! He stole Amber’s pantyhose and her frilly socks and was trying them on in front of the mirror.

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Nail Day

Posted 2 months ago by Kayla

Nail Day

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

The echo of my heels on the linoleum had everyone looking in our direction. A tiny pink leash dangled from my fingers, the matching collar locked tight around Jon’s neck. He wore a black sports coat and slacks, no shirt. His sexy chest and abs were on display as I totted him through the nail salon.

Older women gasped, and younger ones giggled. The little nail techs leaned into each other to whisper about the two of us in a language I couldn’t understand. It didn’t matter, though. It was nail day, and nail day is my favorite fucking day.

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