Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Miss Anna’s Baby girl Victoria Kate had been misbehaving lately. First, Miss Anna caught her trying to steal one of her fanciest dresses. She heard her tip toe from her closet, then climb down the stairs, but before she could escape and run outside, Mommy Anna caught her. ‘’Where do you think you’re going young lady?! You’re not going anywhere this late!’’
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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
Hey babes. Do you like to quack while you’re wacking it? Because I want to tell you all about a very hilarious and pathetic loser I talked to last week. First, guy slips into my dms and says he’s in a duck blind. Being a sophisticated urban dweller, I was like, what the hell is that? He told me was duck hunting and sent me a selfie confirming where he was.
I started laughing my butt off and and teased him about how he couldn’t even go a few hours without putting his hands on that gooner cock, squeezing and stroking it. Even in the middle of Mother Nature!
Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Miss Anna was on a date with her neighbor. She didn’t think much of him, after all, he was very meek and very shy. It took him a year to attempt to ask her out, and when he did so he stuttered and dropped all of his mail on the ground. She reluctantly said yes, and chose the date and time to pick her up. She also chose the restaurant which was anything but cheap.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
“Kayla,” My name was a plea slipping from his lips. He looked over his shoulder at me as my thumb pried open his ass cheeks, and my other hand nudged the remote-controlled plug at his anus. “I really don’t want to do this.” It was cute that he thought he had a say.
“I know, baby.” I offered him a gentle smile and pushed the end of the plug till his ass accepted the toy. His whole body tensed, and a soft grunt was breathed free of his tight mouth. “I don’t care. Turn around.” He may be saying he doesn’t want to play my little game, but my submissive boy turned quickly to lie down before me. His cock was rock hard, though that was probably from the Viagra I forced him to swallow thirty minutes ago and not because I was about to diaper him and buzz his ass while we had company over.
Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285
“Be a good sissy diaper boy and squat down! Fill up that diaper you bitch!” “Okay Madam Trini.” His filthy ass was so disgusting. I love humiliating my little sissy punk. We met about a year ago and at gay club downtown LA and it was love at first sight. They were having a lingerie party and he was that hottest sissy there. He wore a lace red robe with a red G-string that showed off his tight white ass. He wore red boots. His muscles were oiled down and sculpted to perfection. I’ve always been into white guys and he was the perfect type of sissy. I was set on taking him home with me and I got exactly what I wanted. He had a diaper fetish and I was more than happy to scratch the itch for him.
While he was filling up his diaper with chocolate pudding, I was face fucking him with my strap on.I wanted to see him gag! Throw up. “Suck this fucking cock sissy! You’re such a good boy. Make momma happy.” My little bitch love wearing all kinds of diapers. Luvs, Huggies, pampers, pull ups. You name it. After he was done Continue reading “Sissy Diaper Boy”
Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270
“Mommy?” Baby whimpered into the phone, but he only heard my giggling on the other end. “Mommy, please. Are you there?” He knew I was on a date with a real man. You know, one who doesn’t wear diapers when he’s stressed out, and I’d told him not to stay up and wait for me to come back home. Another round of giggles keeps me from answering until he annoyingly whimpers my name again.
“What? I told you to go to bed an hour ago. Why are you calling me AGAIN? You are interrupting my fun.”
Julie 1844-332-2639 Ext 453
“I don’t deserve happiness. And to be honest, I haven’t felt it in so many years, that I forgot what it feels like. I’ve resigned myself to the fact that this is how the rest of my life will be. I’ve been beaten down emotionally all of my life. I’ve realized that my needs aren’t important. Nobody cares.” He shared with me.
Oh no, that is not true My Darling. You do deserve happiness. Your needs are important. And your feelings do matter. Fuck anyone and everyone that says anything different. Reclaim your life back. It’s too short. None of us should settle for anything less than pure bliss. Or we should at least be able to strive for it. Without anyone standing in our way. We should surround ourselves with people that want the best for us. Not people that hold us back from our happiness.
“She uses me for my money. That’s all she cares about. She’s manipulative and conniving. Prancing around here in her cute little outfits teasing and tantalizing me. Then she takes my money and leaves me hard and leaking. But deep down I know I really do deserve this.
Robotic Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413
Have you heard those rumors? Men are disappearing at an alarming rate. People are saying some Wicked Robotic Mistress is seducing them at bars and other places. She lures them to her house with suggestions of casual sex. But nothing is casual about what she does to them once she has them in her clutches.
She has been turning them into sissy porn slaves! That’s right; she gags them so they can’t scream for help and covers their face in a ski mask so no one can identify them! Then, she films herself using them in all kinds of humiliating ways. Always for her own pleasure, though. The captive porn slaves are always locked up tight in a cock cage for her films. Continue reading “Sissy Porn Slave”
Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Mommy Anna called SissySlutBob downstairs. She told him that tonight was a special night, and they were to attend a special midnight ball. She presented him with: a glitter sequence mini dress, sky high heels, lipstick, his favorite jet raven black wig, and best of all: a pearl g-string with a matching bra.
Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270
Y’all know I love a good party, and I’ll use any event as an excuse to host one. Last Sunday, I planned a big NFL playoffs party at my house, with many friends expected to come over. It would be so big that I was anxious the morning of, running around trying to set up decorations and ensure all the finger food was prepared and ready to be served hot.
I was so busy running amuck that it took me so long to realize Baby Kevi wasn’t out of his crib by the time the doorbell rang. Cassey, Mary, and Taylor had come early to help me prepare everything, but Kevi wasn’t even up! I opened the door for the girls and told them to meet me in the TV room while I ran up to get Kevi. When I burst into his room, he was on his back in his crib, rubbing his wand over his soggy Huggies, and I sighed. “You STILL aren’t done yet?”