Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Miss Anna was getting ready to go out on the town, but she liked to match her panties to her outfits and accessories. She began searching the house looking for a particular pair: they were two toned, lace and caged at the back, perfect for the cheeks.
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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
I still remember the day I met Mark. Tall, dark, and diaper-clad. His pants were noticeably puffy in the crotch, and a wry smile played on his face as he introduced himself. As we struck up a conversation, the puff in his pants grew, revealing a telltale outline. Mark casually mentioned his “accidents” and how they’d been an issue his whole life. He explained that he wears diapers when he’s away from home as a “safety net” in case he wets himself. I was taken aback, but his charming self-assurance put me at ease.
Fast forward a few months, and there I was, the girl who carried diapers in her purse, because you never know when Mark might have an “oops” moment. We’d become quite the pair, giggling through public mishaps and turning nighttime wetting into a playful routine. After Mark’s morning shower, we’d drape him in a fresh diaper, then I’d stroke his cock as he came to the crinkly sound of my hand moving up and down his shaft inside his clean pampers.
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
I’ll never forget the day I walked into that strange interview. Mr. Johnson, the suave CEO, greeted me with a smile that could melt ice. We settled into his plush office, and he began the usual drivel about “fitting in” and “company culture.” But before I could even uncross my legs, he threw me a curveball.
“So, Diana, tell me, how far would you go to get this job?” His eyes sparkled with mischief as he leaned back in his leather chair.
My cheeks flushed, and I squirmed in my seat, unsure how to respond. “Uh, I mean…I’d do whatever it takes, I suppose?” I stammered, trying to sound professional despite the thrill buzzing through my veins.
Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459
To say the weekend was a trifecta of pleasure would be an understatement. I finally checked off the prized box on my sexual bucket list: having cocks in every hole simultaneously!
It all began when my friends convinced me to join them at an exclusive, invite-only soiree. Little did I know, the night’s entertainment would be beyond anything I’d imagined. Among the sea of faces, three hot guys caught my eye: Bryce, Jax and Danny.
Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322
He was kneeling before me with his head bowed. Fear is a sound I understand intimately. It’s a language universally welcomed and accepted here. My gaze drifted down the line of my black pencil skirt, lingering on the whip on table beside me. “Look at me,” I commanded.
The sound of my voice broke the tension like a glass shattering. He flinched, then lifted his chin slowly and reluctantly. His eyes were a deep, unsettling blue, swimming with an emotion I recognized instantly. It was the terrifying beauty of surrender. He wasn’t looking at a person; he was looking at the weight of his own submission.
Jamie 1-844-332-2639 ext 461
I leaned back against the peeling faux-leather sofa, nursing a flat ginger ale. My eyes weren’t fixed on any one person; they were sweeping, taking inventory of the faces that mattered. The ones leaning over the mixing board, the ones holding the actual contracts. My gaze skipped past the girlfriends, the wives, the stable ones. They were wallpaper.
I live for the proximity. I don’t care about the music, not really. When you’re standing next to someone who is currently being applauded, some of that heat spills onto you. I care about the glow. For a few hours, I’m not just so-and-so from nowhere; I’m Jamie who was with HIM. It’s a borrowed shine, and I’m addicted to the reflection.
Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407
I adjusted my camera, ensuring my background was just as comforting and ‘mama-like’ as I hoped my presence was for her, eagerly anticipating the flood of color and giggles that was sure to follow as soon as the connection solidified between us across the miles.
As the screen flickered to life, she appeared, a vibrant burst of color against her soft pastel bedroom wall. “Mama! Look!” she squealed, twirling clumsily to show off her latest carefully curated ensemble. It was a concoction of pure joy and imagination. She wore a rainbow-striped onesie, complete with little ruffles on the shoulders and a convenient snap crotch, layered over a soft, slightly bulky pull-up.
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
I’ve always been a woman of discipline, but this is next level. It’s not just No Nut November; it’s No Nutting until 2026. And my puppet, oh, my puppet is aching for it.
He’s my plaything, my obsession, my personal challenge. Every night, I tease him, stroking his shaft until he’s throbbing, begging, pleading for release. But I deny him.
Tonight, I’m in the mood for torture. I strap him into the chair, his cock already hard, already leaking. I kneel between his legs, my breath hot against his tip. “You want to cum, don’t you?” I whisper, licking a slow circle around his head. He groans, his hips jerking involuntarily. I smile, knowing I have all the power.
Janine 1-844-332-2639 ext 462
Mama Janine believes that discipline and punishment are important for the development of boys and girls. In front of me stands an incredibly naughty boy in desperate need of correction. Often, I find spanking a very effective punishment. However, in this case, I have decided to use a different type of discipline on this naughty little boy’s bottom. Today, I am choosing to employ my strapon to punish this disobedient bottom. Sometimes a properly stretched and stinging bottom hole serves as a more effect reminder than a blistered set of cheeks. Both types of punishments require Mama to bend you over to get you ready to learn your lesson.
Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459
I’m a 20-year-old girlie with a wild side who’s always ready to spice things up. And let me tell you, my college pussy is as tight as they come. I mean, I’ve been told it’s like a vice grip down there. Not to brag or anything.
One day, I was walking back from the library, lost in thought about some lecture I had just attended on the Renaissance. Suddenly, a cute guy from my biology class, Max, caught my eye. He smirked and asked if I wanted to grab a coffee. What began as a friendly chat turned flirty and raunchy pretty quickly. So we decided to head back to my dorm.