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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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322
It smells in here, like cheap drinks and a lot of dreams. I walked fast through the backstage hall and pushed open the door to my small dressing room. I needed privacy and quiet. But I needed something else, too.
On stage, I am bright lights and fast moves. My smile is for the money. But in this quiet room, the smile is just for me. I looked at the mirror. Glitter was everywhere. I started taking off my outfit. The velvet, the straps, the tight little things. Slowly. I like this part. Peeling off the layers and the feeling of myself, it comes back.
Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
I still remember the day I met Mark. Tall, dark, and diaper-clad. His pants were noticeably puffy in the crotch, and a wry smile played on his face as he introduced himself. As we struck up a conversation, the puff in his pants grew, revealing a telltale outline. Mark casually mentioned his “accidents” and how they’d been an issue his whole life. He explained that he wears diapers when he’s away from home as a “safety net” in case he wets himself. I was taken aback, but his charming self-assurance put me at ease.
Fast forward a few months, and there I was, the girl who carried diapers in her purse, because you never know when Mark might have an “oops” moment. We’d become quite the pair, giggling through public mishaps and turning nighttime wetting into a playful routine. After Mark’s morning shower, we’d drape him in a fresh diaper, then I’d stroke his cock as he came to the crinkly sound of my hand moving up and down his shaft inside his clean pampers.
Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349
The adult theater, in the back of the “bookstore,” was empty when I arrived. My heels stuck to the floor in a way that made my stomach turn. How many men had unloaded on this floor or spent hours on their knees, sweating with strangers behind them?
Various porn clips played on the wall of TVs, and I took a seat in the middle row. Quiets moans echoed all around me, even though I was the only one here. My legs fell open, and my hand drifted over my thickening cock. Soon enough, there would be someone here to serve me, but there was no harm in warming up.
Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322
He was kneeling before me with his head bowed. Fear is a sound I understand intimately. It’s a language universally welcomed and accepted here. My gaze drifted down the line of my black pencil skirt, lingering on the whip on table beside me. “Look at me,” I commanded.
The sound of my voice broke the tension like a glass shattering. He flinched, then lifted his chin slowly and reluctantly. His eyes were a deep, unsettling blue, swimming with an emotion I recognized instantly. It was the terrifying beauty of surrender. He wasn’t looking at a person; he was looking at the weight of his own submission.
Jamie 1-844-332-2639 ext 461
I leaned back against the peeling faux-leather sofa, nursing a flat ginger ale. My eyes weren’t fixed on any one person; they were sweeping, taking inventory of the faces that mattered. The ones leaning over the mixing board, the ones holding the actual contracts. My gaze skipped past the girlfriends, the wives, the stable ones. They were wallpaper.
I live for the proximity. I don’t care about the music, not really. When you’re standing next to someone who is currently being applauded, some of that heat spills onto you. I care about the glow. For a few hours, I’m not just so-and-so from nowhere; I’m Jamie who was with HIM. It’s a borrowed shine, and I’m addicted to the reflection.
Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407
I adjusted my camera, ensuring my background was just as comforting and ‘mama-like’ as I hoped my presence was for her, eagerly anticipating the flood of color and giggles that was sure to follow as soon as the connection solidified between us across the miles.
As the screen flickered to life, she appeared, a vibrant burst of color against her soft pastel bedroom wall. “Mama! Look!” she squealed, twirling clumsily to show off her latest carefully curated ensemble. It was a concoction of pure joy and imagination. She wore a rainbow-striped onesie, complete with little ruffles on the shoulders and a convenient snap crotch, layered over a soft, slightly bulky pull-up.
Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457
It had been a few months since Mr. Martin came into my work. He was one of my dad’s best friends. We grew up very close to his family. He was like an uncle to me. But when he came into the breastaurant and saw me working there, everything changed. The first time he was meeting with another woman there. Of course he wasn’t expecting to see me. So the next time he came alone, gave me a big tip and made a deal with me. Our secrets were safe with each other. He knew that I do not want my family to know where I work. And I knew that he does not want his family to know that he was on a date with another woman.
Then when I was least expecting it, there he was. He requested me to be his server. Luckily it wasn’t very busy because he was in the mood to talk. He wanted to know how long I had been working there, how school was going, and where I was living. I wasn’t sure why he was suddenly so interested in every little detail about my life. But he was very flirtatious.
Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453
Sitting at the café, I couldn’t help but notice the shoe boutique across the street. It was another boring lunch with an online dating app date. He was jabbering on about who knows what. I was zoned out. All I could think about were all of those sexy shoes in the window across the street. I was trying so hard not to look. Shoes are a major weakness for me. Well they’re actually a serious addiction. The end of the date was all a blur. But I snapped back into reality the second I opened the door and stepped into the euphoric aroma of brand new shoes. I was immediately greeted by a middle aged man. His eyes lit up as he looked me up and down and eagerly introduced himself as the boutique owner. He complimented me on my outfit, which was a white silk button up blouse with a white lace bra peeking out, black leather leggings, and black pumps. Then he offered to help me try on whichever shoes I’d like. I picked out about a dozen pairs and sat down on the plush bench. He kneeled before me, took my feet into his hands…..
Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
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.