Category: ForcedDraining

Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449

The drapes were drawn, shutting out the afternoon sun and leaving the bedroom wrapped in a twilight glow. I lounged against the headboard, propped up on pillows, watching him kneel at the foot of the bed. His chest heaved with shallow, uneven breaths, his skin shimmering with a light sheen of sweat. With a grunt, he came into the dish I’d placed on the floor before him.

“Again,” I commanded softy, my voice barely above a whisper, yet holding absolute authority in the quiet room.

His eyes locked onto mine, dilated, and brimming with a mix of desperate pleading and total surrender. He didn’t hesitate. His hand moved back to his body, his fingers tightening as he resumed a steady, agonizingly deliberate rhythm.

There was a captivating power in holding his focus so completely. I gave him tailored instructions, keeping him hovering right on the exquisite precipice. Every time he teetered over the edge, his muscles tensing and his hips hitching forward, I’d murmur a sharp “Again.” Forcing him to reset, and start the slow climb all over again.

His breath hitched, a soft whimper rising from his chest as the relentless sensation began to overwhelm him. “Please,” he gasped… Continue reading “An Afternoon Of Forced Draining” →

Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

Mark sat with his hands folded in his lap and his eyes fixed on the floor. Kayla sat to my left. She held Mark’s gold card between two of her perfectly manicured fingers, while admiring it like a trophy. “Stella, darling, shall we see how much he’s willing to sacrifice for our entertainment?” she asked, with a wink.

“Let’s!” I said, while watching the subtle tremor in his shoulders. “You know the rules, Mark. Four digits. If we guess correctly, the balance is ours. If we miss…well, the penalty for wasting our time is exactly the same.”

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Bad boy

Posted 1 month ago by Sawyer

Sawyer 1844-332-2639 Ext 455

Being daddy’s little slut has always been my favorite, but I found our recently I love role reversal too. I was talking to a little sissy boy on the phone and taking control just put some kind of power over me. I felt so invincible. I loved telling him what and when to do it. My little

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Fall For Francie xXx 844-332-2639 xXx 208

Honestly, it’s fucking pathetic. You motion for me to sit on your lap and whisper foul things in your ear. With every degrading, humiliating word that spills from my pretty pouted lips, your dumb dick gets harder and harder. Oh, does the addicted loser wanna touch it? Rub it? It isn’t like it’s big enough for you to actually stroke it.

Handsex is the only kind of sex you’ll ever get, so I hope you’re good and used to it. It’s drizzle some lube over your pencil-thin nub and get to work. The longer you edge, the more money I make.

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weak fragileAnna 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.

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Anna Caught Rita's Dumb Slut Boyfriend

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!

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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.

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findom

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.

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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?”

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