Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270

Ugh, I love my tea parties with my girls. At least once a month, we all get together and gossip over imported teas, cakes, and cookies of all sorts. We dress up and make a whole day of it. It’s something I really look forward to. However, I had to take Little Johnny to today’s tea party.

Zoey was hosting today’s get-together, and she had the most adorable petit fours laid out on the table, along with so many other tasty desserts. Johnny dove right in before we ladies could even sit around the table. He scooped up one and shoved it into his mouth, to my horror. I snatched his wrist and turned him while shoving his face into the wall. Zoey and the girls audibly gasped at his lack of manners, and I pushed down his pants.

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Bad Bitch Belle's Human Ashtray

Bad Bitch Belle 844-332-2639 Ext 444

I love smoking. Sure, it’s not good for you, and when pussies walk by, they gag from the smell, but you aren’t a pussy, are you? No, you are my little human ashtray. I’m so hot, and you are nothing but property, a butt receptacle. Crawl over here and open that disgusting mouth of yours.

When you waddle over between my long, slender legs, I laugh at how your pot belly sits on your thighs. I can’t even see your tiny little hardon even though you’re naked. Say, “Ahhh,” you dirty bitch.

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Wanna take a Peek at Naomi 844-332-2639 ext 216

I know what you want. You Wanna Take a Peek. Like a present, I am wrapped up in expensive designer wrappings, hiding the delightfully perfect surprise present hidden from you.

Have you ever been given such a present? Well, I would doubt it. You are not in the same league as I am. You aren’t even good enough to dream of being in my league. But, if you are a good boy, I’ll let you unwrap the present.

Not for free, though. It’s going to cost you.

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You'll Be Writing Lines

Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270

*Long, dramatic, disappointed sigh.* Come here. What is this I’ve found in your room? A pair of boxers? Where did you get these? You know that Mommy only allows you to wear panties because why? Because your little sissy button is too small to be considered a penis. Only real men wear boxers; we both know you’ll never be a real man. I’ve had to repeat myself one too many times, and now you’ll be writing lines for punishment.

Get over here right now and drop your pants. Mommy will make you stand in front of the big picture window in the living room. The one that faces the street, you know which one I mean? You’ll wear only this tiny pink thong and write your lines.

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Naomi (844-332-2639) 216

I want you to Worship My Stocking Covered Legs. There is just something exciting about having a man on his knees, waiting for permission, his eyes locked on my long, luscious legs. I give permission, but the orders are clear. “Start at the bottom. Use your mouth only”.

With your hands on the floor, you’ll bow down low, pressing your lips at the top of my black stiletto heels.

“More,” I’ll whisper softly, eyes locked on you, mesmerized as I see you debase yourself, bow, obey, while you lick my heels. Juices leak out of my pussy, the scent filling the air. I hear you sniff, inhaling my pleasure, driving you to surrender more to your task.  Your mouth will open as your tongue bathes the leather like you are trying to devour it. You dick bobs, the head brushing against the carpet. You moan like the depraved little slut you are, subject to all my whims. Continue reading “Worship My Stocking Covered Legs”

I love being a Mean Teen Redheaded Brat. Everyone tells me I’m supposed to be all sugar and spice and everything nice, but where’s the fun in that? So don’t be surprised when I burst out laughing when you show me that pathetic dick of yours. I bet it’s small and useless. And I bet it’s never brought a lady like me any pleasure at all. I might smack it in disgust. Then I’ll let you tell me what you desire, just so I can use it to manipulate you.

Oh yeah, I am a manipulative bratty teen, so don’t expect too much consideration, never mind respect lol. I will coo and whisper sweet nothings into your ear to get what I want, but then I’ll laugh at you for being so damn gullible. I’m just a teen and you’re a grown man, an adult, but you are so weak and pathetic before me.

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Miquala (844-332-2639 ext 447

There are too many rules in this world. So here’s what you need to say. I want to Be Bad with Miqala. Yeah! That’s right! I want to break some rules with you, have a naughty adventure, and see how dark and depraved we can be.

So come! Be my accomplice! Let’s get our naughty on! What is your deepest, most depraved fantasy?

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Naomi 844-332-2639 ext 216

Sometimes, I like to be bad. Like, really bad. I want to do things that are so bad no one would admit those fantasies in public. Dirty Age-play with Accomplice is one of my favorite fantasies. You know what I mean. You and I are going to do something nasty to a little one. A young (you decide the age) girl, or hell, even a boy, virginal, innocent, and such a delicate body. Virginity that needs to be broken, innocent that needs to be ruined, and a delicate body that’ll never forget what we have done. Think of the shame and humiliation we’ll leave behind. Taking such a delicate, innocent virgin and turning them into a dirty obedient whore, perhaps. What will we do?

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Miranda 844-332-2639 ext 376

Have you ever wondered what it was like being the Daughter of a Trophy Wife? Well, to be honest, it was a fantastic way to grow up. It might have been different if I were a boy, but I was lucky to be born a girl. My mom explained it to me many years ago. A woman’s job is to be as perfect as humanly possible for her man. Exercise, eat right, weekly appointments for hair and mani-pedis, monthly spa trips. And a man’s job is to work hard and fulfill every need of his woman. Doesn’t that utterly sound fantastic?

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dirty filthy panty whore my panties

Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

I came home late, thinking you’d be asleep. I heard the TV on upstairs and followed its sound to find you. When I entered the room, I found you, but not like how I expected to, no. I found you laying in bed, passed out, face down, wearing my panties.

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