Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322
Midnight is coming. So is he. Red light spills from the glass shelf. Candles, not for romance, but for control. For power. My mirror shows a woman in black. Tight dress, sharp collar, eyes lined with kohl. My hair is dark as the silence between commands.
His name is Daniel. He’s been mine for nearly a year. Polite. Obedient. Shakes when I raise my voice. I like that. Tonight isn’t about punishment. It’s about passage. A new year. A fresh leash.
Roxy 1(844) 332- 2639 Ext 414
There’s just somethin’ ‘bout a cowboy. So when my friends invited me to the rodeo, I was so excited. Of course there was a cowboy that caught my eye. He looked me up and down, winked, and smiled. My heart melted. I could tell the feeling was mutual. But I could also tell that boy was a heartbreaker. All the girls were going gaga over him. It was obvious that he knew he was cute. Why are we girls always attracted to these kinds of bad boys? My mind told me to keep walking but the rest of me couldn’t resist him. He had me mesmerized. I turned around and walked right back over to him. He didn’t seem surprised but rather like he had achieved some sort of accomplishment. He removed his cowboy hat, swept his sun kissed curls from his forehead and took a swig of his beer. We exchanged phone numbers. Then my friends and I were on our way. But I just couldn’t get him out of my head all day. That evening my phone rang. It was him. He asked if I’d like to go have a drink and bite to eat. I agreed.
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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453
As New Year’s Eve approaches it takes me back to that cool, crisp, clear night under the stars in NYC. I was invited to a NYE yacht party in the New York Harbor. The weather was perfect. The dress code was cocktail attire. The men were wearing three piece suits. And the women were wearing designer cocktail dresses. Everyone looked exquisite. But one sexy man stood out. He was the host and yacht owner. We had mutual friends and knew of each other but had never met. To be honest, I knew this was his way of finding an opportunity to meet me. He was across the room talking to a group of people. But when he looked up and saw me our eyes locked. It was like one of those scenes in a movie when time stands still and everything else around you becomes a blur. It was obvious that he did not hear a word they were saying to him. He actually just walked away from them mid sentence. It’s as if he was in a trance. He walked over to me, introduced himself, grabbed my hand and kissed the back of it as I introduced myself.
Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Miss Anna came home after a long day of frolicking around. She marched in her heels towards the kitchen and went to the fridge. There sat her favorite egg nog. She reached to pour a glass, but there was barely enough to fill an ounce. She was livid.
Continue reading “The Chronicles of Miss Anna and her Panty Slut Pt. 11”
Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453
It’s official. Santa is a sissy. He came to me for sex therapy and it was a full on confessional. It all started years ago when he first married Mrs. Claus. He found her panties so irresistible. One day while she was away, he was missing her so. So much that he grabbed a pair of her panties just to get a whiff of her scent and feel close to her. But it turned him on so much that he felt an intense urge to put them on. When he did, he got an instant hard on. From that day forward, he was addicted. But it didn’t stop there. One day a few years into their marriage, he discovered her dildo. He started licking it and sucking on it to taste her pussy. And that turned him on so much that he felt an intense urge to stick it up his ass. He hasn’t been able to stop since. But he was very ashamed to admit that his fetish had progressed.
Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407
Chris flopped onto the changing table, as he does, and I very suddenly found myself once again under the thrall of the most exquisite, crinkly symphony known to ABDL Mamas all around the world…the sound of a fresh diaper being unpeeled. It’s not just a sound, mind you; it’s an experience.
To me, it’s like a cross between a thousand candy wrappers conspiring to overthrow the kingdom. As I slotted the diaper beneath Chris’s wriggling bottom, the crinkle echoed in my ears like a church bell rung by a giggling choir of cherubs. Chris, ever the playful menace, squirmed and barked, “Mama, you’re doing it too dramatically!” as if he didn’t know that the sound was a sacred ritual, a sonic lullaby, a sound so pure it could make a grown woman weep (with laughter, of course).
Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Miss Anna got a part time job as the coat check girl at a local banquet hall. She loved flirting with all the men as they dropped off and picked up their coats, or even their wives coats for that matter. One day, she was obnoxiously chewing bubble gum waiting for her next patron, when suddenly in stumbled her naughty nephew accompanied by a date.
Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322
One day, I got a special client. It was Santa Claus. I couldn’t believe it. Santa, the man who gives presents to everyone, wanted to be dominated by me. I was excited and a little nervous because I had never dominated someone so famous before. I prepared my room, putting out all my toys and tools. When Santa arrived, I could see the excitement in his eyes. He was a big man with a round belly and a white beard. He looked like he hadn’t been dominated in a long time.
“Hello, Santa,” I said, trying to sound strong. “I am Stella, your dominatrix for today. You will call me Mistress Stella.” “Hello, Mistress Stella,” Santa said. His voice was jolly, but shaking a little. “I am ready to obey your orders.” “First, take off your clothes,” I said. Santa quickly removed his red suit.
Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
The workshop hummed with the usual frantic energy of Christmas, but while the other elves were busy with dolls and train sets, my station was dedicated to adult toys for Santa’s naughtiest whores. I’m one of the few elves entrusted with quality control and am, as they affectionately call it, the resident “fluffer” for our naughtier creations.
Today, my task involved a new recruit. Aaron, fresh from elf academy, was beaming, proudly presenting his latest invention: a handcrafted, ethically sourced, antler-inspired cock ring. He’d spent weeks meticulously carving and polishing it. “So,” he started, “the structural integrity is paramount, as is the comfort factor. I’ve deemed it ready for preliminary testing.” He gestured to the ring, then to me, with a hopeful glint in his eye.
Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208
When I was growing up, my aunt used to tell me how lucky I was to be a ‘leggy blonde.’ It didn’t make sense to me until I was much older, when I realized all the benefits of being precisely what she said. “Leggy.” These long, smooth stems lure boys like the flame calls to the moth.
They flutter forward, hoping for warmth and protection, and then find themselves aflame. While the lust for my legs burns just as hot as the moth’s flickering flame, it’s only half as dangerous. My victims often escape with their lives and a recurring lust for my long legs.