Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Mistress Anna was waitressing at the casino again, when she noticed a weak, fragile soul. He was sitting by the bar looking fragile. She crept up to him and tippy toed her fingers alongside his back, startling him.
Category: ForcedDraining
Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413
Since I started pimping out my dumb slut of a boyfriend’s holes, I’ve been making bank. I mean, a gang bang here, running a train there, it’s afforded me lots of new purses and shoes. So much so that my bestie Anna has been asking a lot of questions. Like what I’m doing, that’s getting me so lucky. She thinks Bob is spoiling me with his new “corporate job.” I kind of just let her believe what she wanted. It was humiliating to admit that my boyfriend takes more cock than a gloryhole on Saturday night in Palm Beach!
I should have known she would get nosy and come over unannounced! I had the front door unlocked since sissy slut Bob was putting on one of our famous cock-sucking-a-thons. She breezed right in and gasped when she saw Bob on his knees, dripping in so many loads of guy cum!
Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322
James waited in the doorway with his shoulders hunched and his eyes flickering between curiosity and dread. I could feel the hum of his anticipation vibrating through the hallway, like a low drone that matched the distant ticking of the grandfather clock in the hall. James was not only my sub, he was my pawn and my modest bank account…and he was about to be summoned into a scene he could not decline.
I slipped my corset on with the same reverence I reserve for a ritual. The ivory boning pressed against my ribs, pulling my breath into a tight, disciplined rhythm. My skirt was a cascade of black taffeta that fell to the floor in a perfect, measured pleat.
Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Anna was at a hotel scoping out men, when her eye suddenly caught a couple. She became fixated on the husband. She couldn’t figure out why, but he looked vaguely familiar.
Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
It started innocently enough. A few flirtatious comments on a subreddit, then a DM in chat asking if I wanted to “play a little game.” The first time I saw his card clear, I felt a rush that rivaled any high‑octane thrill. The game in question was to see how many times I could milk his wallet before he cried.
The thing is, I’m no stranger to findom. In fact, I’ve been doing it for longer than you might believe. My X profile, for example, may look like your typical e-girl’s garden du jour but among a collage of sexy gifs, “exposure” of a few very naughty subs, and reposted baddie stuff, there’s a photo of me with caption that reads, “Your wallet is my playground.” The paypigs always find me. And then the real fun begins.
Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407
Corey was already kneeling when I walked into the living room, a soft, almost imperceptible tremor running through his body. He was dressed precisely as I’d instructed: an old, faded t-shirt that was clearly too small for him, barely covering the lacy bra I’d made him wear underneath. His hair, usually neatly styled, was a mess, indicating he’d spent the morning cleaning my apartment, just as I’d ordered.
“Good morning, little piggy,” I purred, settling onto the plush velvet armchair opposite him. He swallowed hard, his eyes – wide and pleading – fixed on my designer slippers. “Good morning, Mistress.” His voice was raspy, laced with a familiar mix of shame and fervent eagerness. It was a sound I’d grown to enjoy, the sound of a man willingly surrendering his power, his dignity, his very livelihood. “Such a compliant sissyboy, aren’t you?” I let the words hang in the air, watching him flinch slightly, then visibly melt into the humiliation. “Have you been a good little finsub and followed my instructions to the letter?”
Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244
My white lab coat hung open, exposing my giant tits that threatend to spill over my bra. I’m not sure if the patient was able to focus on my tits, with much more pressing matters at hand. The boy was strapped down to the gurney, his legs spread wide in stirrups and his hands restrained over his head to keep them out of the way.
“I’ll rub on this numbing gel and you shouldn’t feel the shiny tip at all.” I smiled watching him pant. “You aren’t nervous, are you?” My latex-gloved hands slathered the cool gel over his scrotum, and he whined.
Kara 1844-332-2639 ext 306
The pain was excruciating, each thrust a searing agony that left me gasping for air. I lay there, immobilized, as my stepdad Mark and his friend, a burly man named Vinnie, took turns violating me. I had begged them not to, pleaded for them to stop, but my words fell on deaf ears. Mark had owed Vinnie a significant sum of money, and in a moment of desperation, he had offered me up as collateral. I was so young, naive, and innocent, with no idea what was about to befall me. As Vinnie entered me, I screamed, the sound muffled by his large hand covering my mouth. Mark watched with a satisfied grin, his eyes gleaming with a perverse mix of lust and cruelty. Vinnie grunted as he pounded into me, his thick cock stretching me to the brink of tears. I was in agony, my body screaming for respite, but they showed no mercy.
Miqala 844-332-2639 ext 447
I love roleplay. It’s so fun slipping into the role, being someone else sometimes, or something else. We can do anything. The only limit is our imagination. Let me tell you about a recent roleplay I enjoyed so much. Student Teacher Spanking Roleplay.
I was the teacher. I was dressed top to bottom, wearing a white silk blouse buttoned as low as a teacher can get away with. My light blue bra peeked out when I moved. A form-fitting black pencil skirt to my mid-thigh and black stocking, showing off the curves of my long-toned legs, enhanced by the black, 4-inch heels. When I bend over, the skirt rises, showing off the straps of my stocking and the tanned skin of my thighs.
SAWYER 1-844-33-CANDY ext. 455
My competitive nature makes me one to never turn down a challenge. I will try anything once. People may underestimate the punch that I pack. You will never believe what these guys wanted me to do, thinking it be a good laugh and I would be playing my part as the dumb, worthless, slut girl. Well, well, well.. Were they serious? “Cum on!” i thought. They cant be serious
It was all set up for Friday night, at a pool party at a hotel on the strip. The night was perfect! The weather was warm, but not humid, and no rain in sight. I got there fashionably late to leave them in suspense whether I flaked out or not. Jaws dropped when I walked in. I was wearing a long, black trench coat, which also dropped to the floor when I came in. On my stomach was my tattoo, which would be used as the “bulls eye” for tonight’s endeavors. “Cum one, cum all, Let the games begin,” I said mischievously and took my place upside down, against a wall. I’ve done hand stands since I was a little girl, this is nothing. Continue reading “Steady, Aim, Cum”