Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Mommy Anna was busy all-day cooking in the kitchen for Thanksgiving. She had sent Daddy Ron out to get a few last-minute ingredients. Mommy Anna planned it just right because she was expecting her lover to call.
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Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Miss Anna was getting ready to go out on the town, but she liked to match her panties to her outfits and accessories. She began searching the house looking for a particular pair: they were two toned, lace and caged at the back, perfect for the cheeks.
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xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208
Now that Halloween is over, I can comfortably begin decorating for Christmas. I really hate rushing the holidays since they are so special, but Christmas is really my favorite. This year, I hired a handyman to hang the lights along the eaves. A professional would better execute my vision. Our neighborhood was having a decorating contest, and I wanted to win.
My friend Candy was over when the handyman showed up. We were pleased to see he was about our age and very good-looking. Not some potbellied older man who’d fall off the ladder halfway through tacking my display up.
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Miss Anna began making regular visits to her new toy. Sometimes he would be her sissy, other days her latex gimp. During the day, he was a smoking hot gentleman that women would simply swoon over, and she took much pride and joy knowing that she could abuse him every night.
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Tami begged Mommy to go trick or Treating. Little did this naughty, filthy baby girl know that Mommy Anna had a surprise for her: A Halloween Costume any Sissy baby would flip out for: a Firlly, Fushia Pink Unicorn with a rainbow skirt. Tami squealed with glee and ran to try it on piece by piece. Mommy put hot pink extensions in her hair and gave her matching sparkly shoes.
Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322
Brian knew. He’d forgotten himself, let a task slip in a moment of defiance, and now…now he would have no choice but to remember his place. My place. A slow, predacious smile touched my lips, unseen by him, but surely felt in the sudden tension that stiffened his spine.
“Brian,” I purred. “Did you truly believe, even for a moment, that I would tolerate such…well…nonsense?” He remained silent. Good. Fear, respect, anticipation – all blended into a potent melange. My gaze swept over him, from the dark hair falling into his eyes to the vulnerable curve of his neck. This was where he belonged: at my mercy, awaiting my command.
Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208
I may be a white bitch, but I’m not your typical white bitch. Sure, I love a good pumpkin patch trip in October like the rest of them, but my intent is much different. I dragged my simp to the local pumpkin patch and forced him to walk around the options.
We were looking for a medium-sized gourd. Not too big, not too small. I was partial to the snowball pumpkins, but for some reason, every time I held one up to his crotch, he would look around in sheer panic. “Oh my God, Mistress, stop.”
“How will we know it’s the right size if I don’t test it?”
Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407
I carefully orchestrated opportunities for my new boyfriend to witness my infidelity. I’d invite my conquests over for dinner, making sure he caught a glimpse of them walking up our driveway or lingering in our backyard. The look of anguish on his face was music to my ears, fueling my desire to push him further into despair.
I’d take my lovers to intimate gatherings he’d planned, savoring the jealous glares he sent my way. Our sex life became a battleground, with me alternating between tenderness and cruelty, keeping him perpetually off balance. I reveled in the power I held, knowing that beneath his bravado, he was slowly losing his grip on the relationship.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
My phone went off a few times during yoga, and she kept looking back at me with a stink eye. Rolling her eyes and huffing without actually saying anything. When we got into the locker room, she shoved past me and mumbled, “Rude.”
I chuckled a little to my friends and cocked my head. “Um, excuse me, BITCH, did you have something to say to my face?”
She looked me up and down dismissively, obviously thinking she’s better than me. That’s when I started to twist my long hair up into a messy bun, knowing where this was going, and she snarks off that she can’t relax if rude people keep their phone volume on during class. I didn’t intend to beat your wife’s ass after Yoga class, but honestly, she asked for it.
Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Mommy was taking Tami on a special car ride. She told Tami to behave and got her dressed in a beautiful pink frilly sissy dress, with her pwastic pants underneath, and little ankle socks, mary janes, and a beautiful pink sissy bow. Mommy Anna brought Tami over to the car and tried to shove her baby girl in her car seat but Tami began to kick, kick, kick profusely. That’s when Mommy gave Tami her final warning.