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Kayla and I found the entrance to the underworld.  Anna tagged along with us that day because we’d told her that we were going to go shopping for some new sexy underwear.  Kayla convinced her than she should come along with us to supervise and make sure I actually got some.  Anna knew that no one could ever really make me wear panties if I didn’t want to but knew with Kayla and I she was guaranteed a fun adventure full of shenanigans.  She just didn’t know how much of an adventure we’d have this day with Hades and Cerberus.

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Mila 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 220

My nursery has been getting quite full lately! Turns out lots of babies love having a teen cutie changing them and feeding them! I can’t blame them, must be nice to have a hot young lady making sure they are nice and comfy! But my latest baby who has joined me is just the sweetest! Baby Jack is the nicest baby I have had in a while. Always so patient when I get out a new pamper for him! Sweet Jack knows that I want to make him feel good, but no baby is without the occasional meltdown from being tired and wet!

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Daddy’s Girl

Posted 2 months ago by Kayla

Daddy's Girl

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I confided in Daddy that I hadn’t been sleeping well lately. I even wake up tired! He told me that wasn’t good and that it was important for a busy girl like me to be well-rested. Just before dinner, he called me into his room and handed me a little white pill. “Don’t let Mommy know I gave you one of my sleeping pills, but take this with dinner, and tonight, you will sleep like a princess.”

With a nod of thanks, I hurried to the dinner table, popping the tablet in my mouth and sipping my milk. Daddy sat down a few minutes later and gave me a secret wink. I’m such a lucky Daddy’s girl to have a Daddy who cares so much about me and fixes all my problems.

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Mila 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 220

You always should come in to a session with me knowing you’re going to leave happy. One of my specialties I have discovered in my time here is the ability to make sissies of all kinds explode. None of them seem to be able to resist a jailbait tease looking at them as a weak sissy. How much more pathetic can you get? Indeed, when a sissy gets off to a teen dream, they have reached the bottom of the humiliation bin. It reminds me of those pornos where they enjoy having their high-school bullies torment them. Isn’t that what you want? You want to be bitched down at by a hot teen bully. Don’t hide your shame from us. We already know what you are.

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Mila 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 220  ~XXX~  Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Miss Anna’s little sister Mila had invited one of her male friends over. They both had been partying and were acting naughty and silly. It was only later into the night that Mila had passed out in her bed leaving her friend alone laying beside her. Miss Anna crept into their room and climbed into bed with them. Mila’s friend whispered: ‘’What are you doing here?’’ But Miss Anna simply told him: ‘’Shhhh…’ and began grinding up beside him. She felt him become instantly hard.

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Mila 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 220

I was in a dark room. Where was it? I couldn’t remember. Ropes were tying me to the ceiling, my arms lifted above my head. There was no way I had been in this position for very long, my arms didn’t feel exhausted. How did I get here? I couldn’t remember anything. Damnit! What was happening? It was so dark in the room that I couldn’t make out anything other than a chair in the corner, a door, and a big locked trunk. Interesting. Clearly, not very helpful to me in that situation. Obviously, I was going to have a hard time figuring this out.

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Do you have those days, too? When you leave the house looking fly as fuck, and the world seems sunny and divine. Everyone just seems enamored with you, and everything easily comes your way. Those days are the best. But then there are the opposite days!

These are the days when your hair just looks greasy, and your clothes refuse to fit like they did when you tried them on in the store. The type of days where you drop everything you pick up, and everyone seems to hate you. Those are the worst, and on those days, I just want to let my hair down and say fuck you universe.

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Bondage Beauty

Posted 3 months ago by Rita

Bondage Beauty

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Being his bondage beauty makes me so proud. We walk through the dark club, hand in hand, as Master and sub. My eyes are cast down, watching our feet move in unison. He’s fully dressed in a suit, and I’m wearing only a nude-colored thong. To anyone looking, I’d appear fully naked, save for my tall heels.

I’m not shy or ashamed; I’m his little work of art, or I will be once we get on stage. The crowd is milling about, drinking, dancing, and talking. I feel eyes clocking us as we move, and then murmurs follow. “He’s here.” “That’s the Dom I was telling you about.” “Oh, look.” Then, the group of people shifts focus when I follow him up to the center of the stage.

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Mila 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 220

Don’t you feel good with a lady underneath you? Ha! Just kidding. You know it is best when you’re underneath a lady. I personally enjoy having my submissives always subservient to me. And it doesn’t really matter what kind of sub you are. Slaves, paypiggies, sissies, general submissive goons. All of it is welcome in Mila’s Playplace. All those wishes you have will be fulfilled. But all those subs know that MY wishes will be too. One of my favourites is having a new little plaything under me, with my hand wrapped around their throat. They love it more than anything I do.

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“Feel Like A Woman”

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Everyone says Kellie’s brother is a little strange. No one can really put their finger on what makes him just a bit off, but it’s something. Every time he comes up in polite conversation, someone shakes their head and says, “That boy sure is strange.”

Well, I guess you could say I didn’t really know either until this morning when I caught him all gussied up like a girl, jumping on Kellie’s bed. Scream singing to Shania Twain’s “Man, I feel like a woman.”

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