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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I received the most interesting letter today from one of my favorite submissives! I hope you enjoy reading about how he craves being my sissyslut whore!

“My dear Mistress Diana,

I come to you today full of yearning and desperation. Beneath the façade of the strong, confident man I must be, a submissive, aching need has been growing and consuming me. I am so tired of always having to be in charge, of never being able to truly let go and surrender control. My job demands a leader, but my body and soul cry out to be led.

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Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Mommy was determined to bring Tami back to the nursery, she grabbed Tami and carried her there, Tami twirled Mommy’s hair while being carried, and when they entered, Mommy made sure to shut the door, behind them, lock it and even double bolt it. Mommy brought Tami over to the change table and told Tami that she had to diaper her. No regular diapers for this baby, only plastic scrunchy ones, and Mommy put on little socks on Tami along with a pink, short frilly dress, that was short, one could see Tami’s diapies underneath if she so much as sneezed.

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

I fucked my landlord to get out of paying my rent last night. Was behind 3 months and he was going to put me out. I had been hanging out all night with friends, drinking and doing party favors having an amazing time. But when I got home that night turned upside down. There was padlock on my door. “You gotta be fucking kidding me!” I yelled. Unfortunately he lived down the hall from me so I could see him popping his fat head out of his door.

“What the fuck Alfred! I said I was going to get you your rent money this week! Now, open my damn door!” He walked out wearing his filthy velvet robe and house slippers. Hairy chest and bad cologne was a terrible combination on him. “You think I trust you! You’re almost 4 months behind. No money, no key!” “I’m too blown out of my mind! Give me my damn key please! Can’t we settle this in the morning?!” “No money, no key!” He repeated. “Unless you want to give me something else instead.” He looked at me grabbing his cock. For a brief moment I threw up in my mouth. The thought of Continue reading “I Fucked My Landlord” →

Kevin

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

We all have those people in our lives—the ones who orbit our world, never quite landing, always just…there. And then there’s this guy. Let’s call him Kevin. (No offense to any Kevins out there, but it feels like a fitting name for this particular brand of awkward admirer.)

Kevin calls me sometimes. Not for anything important, mind you. Not for scintillating conversation or a shared intellectual pursuit. No, Kevin calls to…well, to put it delicately, “appreciate” my voice while “engaging” with me. Okay, fine, he goons. Actually, he’s your typical loser who pays me to pay attention to him while he goons over my photos because he can’t have someone like me in real life. It’s pathetic. There, I said it.

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“You know, babe,” I began, my voice dripping with sarcasm, “I’ve always wondered how you’d look in something… a little more feminine.” I held up a pair of lacy panties, watching as your eyes widened in surprise.

 

You opened your mouth to protest, but I silenced you with a stern look. “Now, now, don’t be such a baby. It’s just a little game. Besides, it’s not like you have anything to be ashamed of.” I chuckled, a wicked gleam in my eyes. “Or do you?” Continue reading “You Look Better in Panties and Pegged” →

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Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Mommy Anna was sitting at home with her girlfriend when Victoria Kate suddenly barged through the front door. She had just finished softball practice and ran upstairs crying before secluding herself in her bedroom and slamming the door.

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Taking What He Wants

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

I’d only been an intern at his office for two weeks, but it didn’t take long to realize it wasn’t safe. They say if you want to be successful, you must surround yourself with successful people. Well, Mr. Z is the most successful person I know. I ached to be close to him, to learn from him, but my skin prickles with awareness when he’s around, like the sixth sense of prey around a predator. My body knows he’s powerful and dangerous.

I can feel his gaze on me anytime he enters a room. With one glance, he strips me bare, as if I’m not even wearing the conservative, knee-length dresses and pantyhose. His attention makes me feel like a wanton slut even when fully dressed, so I’ve tried to avoid him. Good girls wouldn’t feel those things, especially not at the office, and I’m a good girl. I’m only here to learn from him and to become successful.

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

I am laying here owned an exposed. I should be ashamed. Embarrassed. But that’s what makes it so fucking hot. Here I am on my knees, exactly where I belong, hands tied behind my back, naked, vulnerable—his to use, to mock, to break. He paces around me, eyes dark with amusement, lips curled into that cocky smirk that makes me weak. “Look at you!” he chuckles, tilting my chin up with two fingers. “So desperate! So pathetic. You are such a worthless piece of crap!”

*SMACK*…….My face burns, but my thighs clench. I love it. I crave it.

He drags a thumb over my bottom lip, teasing, taunting. “You’d do anything for me, wouldn’t you?” I nod, swallowing hard. “Say it!” “I’d do anything for you,” I whisper, my voice shaky, needy. “Anything, huh?” He unzips his pants, letting his cock pop free—thick, heavy, dripping. He strokes it slowly, watching me, knowing I can’t look away. “Bet you’d open that pretty mouth without me even asking.” Fuck. I do. I part my lips, tongue flicking out, already aching for the taste of him. The taste of his big fat white cock in my filthy mouth. He laughs, tapping the Continue reading “Owned and Exposed” →

Jerry's First Baby Shower

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

Last night at the bar, my friend Jerry was whining about not being allowed at his wife’s baby shower. “Why does she get all the gifts and stuff?” He pouted into his beer. “She just laid on her back while I did all the work. Did you know she expects me to get her a ‘push present?’ Where the fuck is my hump gift?” The other men gathered around laughed, equally as stupid as Jerry.

He pointed to me and with a slur rambled, “Hey, you’re kind of girl. What the fuck? It’s not fair.” I slipped off my stool and patted him on the back.

“Why don’t you let me get you home before the wife returns from her baby shower?”

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Cucked By The Contractor

Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270

“Mama, please. I don’t want to work from the living room today.” Jason pouted as I tapped up his nice and snug diaper. He wore just a tiny t-shirt that showed a bit of his tummy.

“I have to supervise the contractor working in the kitchen, and I also have to keep an eye on you.” I booped his nose with my finger and turned to grab his laptop. “This is easier on Mama if you are both within eyesight.” Jason stomped his foot as he stood. He wanted to argue so badly but knew it was pointless. I passed him his work computer and patted his padded butt.

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