Category: roleplay phone sex

potty abdl

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

Kevin hadn’t “pottied” in three days. THREE DAYS. He claimed he was “saving up for a big one.” I didn’t know what that meant at the time, but let’s just say I know now. And I’d rather not discuss it over dinner. When I finally cornered him in the living room, surrounded by crumpled diapers like a hoarder’s confession, he gave me those big eyes and whispered “I wike diapers, Cory.” Try as I might, he really didn’t want to use the potty.

Changing him was always a challenge. Last time, he flopped dramatically onto the changing mat I laid out and whined that the powder irritated his “tushie sensors.” I’m not kidding. Actual phrase. I tried to stay professional, like a diaper-disposal Navy SEAL, but then he giggled and let one rip simultaneously while I had his legs in the air, and I lost it. I mean, I didn’t get angry or anything. Instead, I laughed like a maniac, which only encouraged him to do it again. Sigh.

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homework

Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Little Anna came home from school. She went straight upstairs and pretended to get a head start on her homework. When Daddy called her down for dinner she lied and said she would eat later and that she wanted to finish her homework first. But what she really was doing was trying on slutty outfits to meet a boy she liked from school.

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The Bellagio

Posted 5 days ago by Amber

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

The other day, Ethan called via video chat. “Hey, gorgeous,” he said with a grin. “I’m at the Bellagio. You have time for some fun?” Behind him, the iconic fountains erupted in perfect, choreographed chaos. “Did you seriously just call me from Vegas?” I laughed, “You KNOW how badly I wanna go!”

He tilted his phone, giving me a panoramic view of the fountains. Then, without a word, he shifted the camera. The fountain’s roar faded into a soft, low hum as the focus snapped to him. He was standing in a plush, midnight‑blue suit, with the jacket unbuttoned just enough to reveal the crisp line of his chest.

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Hot For Teacher

Posted 1 week ago by Stella

cuck

Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

I took control over the man who once was my English teacher. He was tall with a deep voice deep and in class he always said “Read the text, feel the words.” I was shy back then (hard to believe, I know) and I liked the way he looked at me when I answered a question. He never knew how much I wanted his approval.

After school I left town. I studied, I travelled, I learned about power and desire. I learned the word “domme.” A woman who leads, who decides, who owns the scene. I liked the idea of being the one who tells a man what to do. One night, after my return to “la belle province” for a holiday visit, I went to a bar in the city. I was wearing a black leather jacket, black boots and a silver ring on my finger. I felt strong. Confident.

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Daddy, No!

Posted 2 weeks 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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domme

Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

Tonight’s client is younger than usual. He’s here for punishment, though he doesn’t yet know it. All the young ones start with that (stupid) hope in their chest, thinking they’ll be able to tame me. Yeah, right. Once they’re inside of my web, they quickly realize the error of their ways.

“Bonjour, mon chéri,” I purr. He shivers when I touch his chin, as my nails dig into his jaw. “You’re here to obey. N’est-ce pas?” He nods, swallowing hard. Good. They always think they can handle more than they can.

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Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

I just love sissy clients. Frilly little sissies that love to dress up in sexy lingerie and play with toys up their asses. Do they love being fucked in the ass more than me? We shall see.

My friend Candy came over one evening and told me she wanted to play dress up with me: my choice. I immediately took her upstairs to my walk-in closet where I had loads of lingerie hanging. This was our first time playing, so I found a frilly lacey light pink and black bra with a black thong and matching frilly lacey skirt. She looked so pretty in it. To complete the look, I gave her a pair of black fishnet stockings and black stilettos. Then we took pictures.

Candy looked delicious, so I suggested we get some toys to play with and see if we could fill her ass up. I let her look in my drawers where I kept the toys and she picked out my thickest dildo strap on and a straight purple vibrator. I started with the vibrator.

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ass eating

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

There’s just something about the way he eats my ass. He doesn’t actually EAT it. He just licks. Nibbles. Presses his mouth around my hole like he’s trying to hoover it. His tongue traces the entrance. His teeth graze the delicate skin. Not a bite. Never that. Not yet. But close. Close enough to make me shiver. Perhaps it’s warning. Or a promise. He calls it my peach. Says I taste just like one. Sugar and sun, with a secret tang underneath.

I hate that I like the word. Peach. He doesn’t say it in a sweet way. It sounds more like hunger. Like something clawing at the dark. The way his hands tighten on my hips when I arch toward him, wordless, desperate. The way his breath hitches as if he’s losing control, when in truth, I’m the one unraveling.

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upside down abdl

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

It started when the power went out. Flickering lights, the fridge groaning, right as I was tucking Benny into his bed. “Mama Cory, was that thunder?” he whispered, wide-eyed, clutching a stuffed waffle toy. I smoothed his hair, adjusted his thick pull-up, and said, “No, baby. Just the flux capacitor acting up again.” I wasn’t sure what I meant, but it sounded sci-fi enough to soothe him.

As the basement lightbulb popped with a suspicious snap, I told my boy to stay put, kissed him on the forehead, and grabbed my glow-in-the-dark taser (which, admittedly, was just a repurposed sex toy). Armed with maternal instinct, I descended the stairs into the dark, humming the theme song to my favorite show as a way to stay focused.

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