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Little Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

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I didn’t even make it through the first day of cosmetology school without getting into trouble with Ethan Steel. I told my best friend Brandy about our “arrangement”. I knew I wasn’t supposed to tell anyone. But Brandy and I tell each other everything. We have a very special bond. I’m the only one she told about wanting to transition from Brady to Brandy. I helped her do it. We don’t keep anything from each other and we’re not going to start now. So whatever my punishment was going to be from Mr. Steel, I was ready for it. What’s really twisted is that I was actually excited. The fear of the unknown was both stimulating and arousing. The rush of adrenalin could be felt in my pounding heart and throbbing clit as I pulled up to the gate. I put in the four digit gate code and it began to open. Driving down the long, dark, and winding drive, I began to get scared, have second thoughts, and almost turned around. But the thrill of it all was just too alluring.

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Little Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

Well, I did it. I’m enrolled in cosmetology school. But I’m also in this crazy agreement with Mr. Steel. I always manage to get myself in deeper. As if I wasn’t already in deep enough with my uncle paying tuition for sexual favors and my landlord/sugar daddy giving me free rent and a credit card for wrecking his home. Now I’m in a Domme/Sub relationship with the cosmetology school owner, Mr. Steel.

Brent, my landlord/sugar daddy was so happy for me and told me that he wanted to buy me the kit that I’m going to need for school. He told me to put it on the credit card he gave me. I felt kind of guilty about my secret. Mr. Steel just had something about him. He was intriguing, mysterious, charismatic, and so good looking that it made me blush. I can’t stop thinking about him. He did something to me that I’ve never felt before. My body tingles with excitement thinking about fully submitting to him. The fear of how extreme he’s going to be is twistedly arousing.

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Little Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

After giving Mr. Steel’s proposition much thought, I knew exactly what I wanted to do. First I did some research on him. He actually owns the company that owns the cosmetology school and many more cosmetology schools across the country, as well as several other companies. Everything was making so much more sense. The massive office, designer suit, huge ego, and entitled attitude. I’m not gonna lie. His power did concern me. For starters, if I want to go to cosmetology school, I’m going to have to do what he wants me to do. And I’m always going to have to be watching over my shoulder because I’m not going to be exclusive. I was so nervous but I knew I had to do what I had to do. So I made an appointment to see him.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

He’s trembling on the cold linoleum floor, with his head bowed and rope coiled around his wrists. His eyes keep darting to the edge of the room where a single candle sputters. He was supposed to be silent, yet he laughed. I warned him, earlier. “Speak when I say.” He chose not to listen.

The candlelight dances across his features, painting them in shades of guilt and anticipation. “Come,” I command. He stands, but his gaze does not meet my eyes. I circle him, as the leather strap in my hand swallows the light. “Listen,” I say, as my fingertips brush the strap’s surface. His head snaps up, and his eyes are wide and pleading. I lay the strap across his chest. “Your mistake was not in the sound you made, but in the thought that you could speak without consequence.”

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Punish My Pet

Posted 6 months ago by Writer

Kinky Kara 1-844-332-2639 ext 306

My pet Paul has been my submissive for a while now, and he knows if he disobeys my directions, there will be a price to pay. Today I will be punishing my pet, and he has no idea what I have planned. He arrived dressed in a white polo shirt and black slacks. I greeted him at the door with a devilish smile. Immediately, I’d instructed him to strip naked and drop down to all fours. I twirled a spiked collar around my finger as I watched. I looked down at my naked pet on all fours, unsure of what I would do to him as I bent forward, buckling the leather collar around his neck. I attached the leash and gave it a nudge. “Follow me, doggie.” Continue reading “Punish My Pet” →

Needy Sluts

Posted 6 months ago by Writer

Needy Sluts

Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

I’m a busy girl. I don’t have time for all the needy sluts clamoring for my attention. One of my favorite ways to keep the horny toys occupied while I go about my business is to handcuff him to a rolling office chair with his pants down to his ankles. I use packing tape to secure a silver bullet to the underside of his hard cock. Not high enough for the toy to buzz the V in the base of his head, but just under it. The remote is also taped to the inside of his thigh. So accessible… If your hands aren’t cuffed behind your back!

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

J’s eyes flickered between my confident grin and Kayla’s confident stare. “Tell us what you want,” Kayla whispered. I could see a little smirk playing at the corner of her mouth. J swallowed, nervously. “I…um, want you to make weird sounds with your voices,” he said, in his deep boy voice. “And make me wear nipple clamps!”

Kayla and I looked at each other. “Weird sounds, huh?” I asked, with one eyebrow raised. “Maybe if you stopped using that awful boy voice and let Josie beg us for it, we’d be more willing to do as you wish…” Kayla tilted her head and leaned in, just barely touching J’s ear with her glossy red lips. “Yeah…maybe if Josie begged us for it…”

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Heartless

Posted 8 months ago by Stella

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

They call me cruel. Heartless. Good. That’s where I want them. Shivering, exposed, stripped of illusion and power. Obedience is a language, after all. I don’t break men. That’s too soft a word. I refine them. But only if they survive the heat.

Last night, a new sub came to me. He was tall and tattooed. The kind of man who thinks his confidence is armor. “I want to be yours,” he said, with curiosity in his eyes. I stared at him and smiled, thinking oh, sweetheart. You have no idea what you’re offering.

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Daddy, No!

Posted 9 months ago by Amber

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Daddy is really strict when it comes to what I wear. Every day, he inspects my outfit and I can’t leave the house without his approval. The other day, I snuck out when he wasn’t home. I was wearing nothing more than a tight black tube top, a matching skirt that barely covered my ass, and sheer black thong. All was well until my idiot brother saw me with a much older guy and told Daddy about it.

Daddy was waiting for me when I got home. “It’s just an outfit, Dad.” I said, as I walked past him to get to my room. “Just an outfit?” He stated, furiously. “This isn’t a game, Amber. Stop being a little bitch.” I cackled and he grabbed my wrist, holding me back. “Turn around.” His face was stone cold as he said it. I hesitated. “What? Why?”

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Isabelle 1844-33-candy ext 464

More than anything, I need the bound feeling of the rough hemp biting into my soft skin. I cherish that intense moment when the rope tightens, leaving me immobile and entirely at the trigger’s mercy. My breath catches as the first knot ensnares me in a web of sweet restraint and dark longing. It’s a dizzying high, knowing that I am helpless, fully exposed, and entirely vulnerable to whatever twisted pleasure comes next.

There’s something addicting about being wrapped up tight, every knot a tease, every pull of the rope a reminder that I’m not the one in control, even when I pretend I am. That tension between obedience and defiance, that’s the fun part of the play, I’ll provoke just enough, twist, and pout, maybe talk back, but only see what it takes to make him pull the rope tighter.

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