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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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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

Julie, I want you to be my real life lingerie model. His words echoed through my mind. He confessed that he was obsessed with women’s lingerie. From the time he was a young boy, he would anxiously await the department store catalogs. He couldn’t get to the women’s lingerie section quickly enough. His cock would get so hard in anticipation. It would drip as he flipped through the pages. His addiction just continued to intensify. Before he knew it, he was wearing his mom’s panties. And he couldn’t cum unless he was wearing panties and looking at girl’s lingerie. Over the years he had a fantasy that he never thought could ever actually come true. He fantasized about a real life doll that he could dress up in lingerie. That’s when he told me that he wanted it to be me. He said that he wanted to buy me all kinds of lingerie and dress me up in it. I didn’t realize how serious he really was. But the lingerie began arriving. All of the colors were so beautiful. And he’s obsessed with soft, buttery fabrics. So everything just felt so luxurious against my skin.

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Mommy’s Boy

*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221

I knew from the first time I met you that you were a total mommy’s boy. And I’m so glad that we got to have some quality mommy son time together last week. But how was your weekend away from me?

Was it crazy busy and now you’re ready for mommy to snuggle you again after we get you ready for bed? You know how much I love a mommy’s boy so I can’t wait for you to spend some time with me. Continue reading “Do You Love Being A Mommy’s Boy?”

Auntie

☏ Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203 ☏ ☏☏☏ ☏ Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403 ☏

It was Auntie Anna’s Naughty nephew’s birthday. She called Zoey and asked if she would like to join her in surprising him. ‘’Of course!’’ said Zoey, ‘’count me in!’’

They waited till evening when Anna’s Naughty Nephew was alone at home studying and knocked on the door. He was so shocked to see them both there. ‘’Auntie Anna?! Zoey?! What are you doing here? He asked. ‘’We’re here to surprise you!’’ said Zoey with excitement.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I’ve always liked the feeling of a day’s worth of grime sliding off me like a second skin. After a twelve‑hour shift, the world feels like a filthy hallway and there’s nothing better than a bath. Especially, when you’re full of sticky cum! This is why Zoey and I have developed a “bathing” ritual.

After work we meet at the dim corner booth of the bar that never closes. “Another night, another cleaning,” she says with a grin. We both know what that means. We’re not looking for a house‑keeper. We want someone who knows their way around a woman’s body. That’s when we notice the bartender, Hugo.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I didn’t start this whole findom goddess thing on purpose. It was more like a side hustle during my “career break” after years of being a “professional” babysitter. One day, I woke up after posting a cute selfie (in which you could see my feet) to the realization that I went viral.

Suddenly, my follower count was higher than my self-esteem and I was fielding requests from people who called themselves “Cory’s Losers,” which was a little creepy considering, but hey…who am I to argue with someone who wants to pay me for simply existing?

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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.

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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.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

My subs wait in the dark, bound to the crossbars I’ve positioned just so. Two tonight, a couple named Luc and Amélie. They’re here for punishment, for the show I’ll give them. I step into the circle of red light. My fingers brush the velvet box on the table. It holds a collection of toys, each chosen for its promise. The whip first. I crack it once. The sound is sharp enough to make Luc flinch. Amélie bites her lip. Good. Let them remember the sting.

But tonight, the focus is on me. I undo the clasp of my corset and let it fall to the floor. The air is cold against my skin as I climb onto the leather dais, spreading my legs wide. My pussy glistens, already wet. I grab the rose-shaped vibrator from the box and slide it against my clit. Luc’s chains rattle as he strains toward me. Continue reading “Tonight, I have two subs”

Christmas

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

There I was, tied to a kitchen chair on Christmas Eve, while Father Murphy chanted Latin over a spray bottle of sacred water. My aunt snapped her fingers near my face, trying to “jolt the demon out,” while my mother sobbed in the hallway.

It all started when I’d panicked and screamed, “I see the Ghost of Christmas Past!” at dinner after seeing my ex-boyfriend’s photo in a social media ad. Now, my Grandma insisted I was possessed by one of Scrooge’s Christmas ghosts.

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