Category: Tease & Denial

Melanie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 463

Have you ever just wanted to cum and cum and cum? Sometimes I can only cum once and I’m done, but I’ve had dreams of having multiple cum sessions. I called up my friend Mark to see if he would be willing to experiment with me and he agreed. He would tie me up to the bed and use toys on me and then end with an amazing fuck. Let’s see how it goes.

Mark came over and I told him to just come upstairs and meet me in my bedroom. I was wearing a lilac silk babydoll with a matching thong. I had purple makeup on to match, and my lips were so shiny and sleek. I asked him to tie me up to my four-poster bed. We used four ties to tie up my wrists and ankles.

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Melanie 1-844-332-2639 ext 463

Hey sexy creatures. I usually like to stay clean unless it’s a mess of cum. But tonight, I think we are going to get dirty and sticky with some chocolate sauce. It was a Wednesday morning, and I invited my friend Gary over to have some fun. Everyone knows my favorite color is purple, but tonight, I chose to wear a matching red lingerie set with a sexy little thong bottom. I curled my hair in a wavy form and wore purple eyeshadow that brought out my eyes.

I put on some red stilettos to feel even more sexy. Five ‘o clock rolled around and the doorbell rang. Who was at the door? Well, it was sexy Gary of course. I invited him in and we went into the bathroom where the mood was already set. I had candles lit everywhere with the lights off, and I had plenty of chocolate sauce to play with.

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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…..

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

For the past year, I’ve gotten serious about hitting the gym.  I’ve always been a runner, but I heard all about the benefits of strength training.  So, I got myself a trainer and decided to give it an honest try.  The gym bros are always checking me out.  I won’t lie, I’ve spent a good deal of time between sets checking them and their massive muscles out as well.  Based off the size of their muscles, I assumed their cocks would be equally big too.  But man was I disappointed when I got one alone in the locker room and discovered his tiny cock.

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Brandi 1-844-332-2639 ext 417

The casino is all glitter and noise on the surface–flashing lights, endless laughter, the clink of glasses and chips. But tonight, I wasn’t interested in the surface. I wanted what waits in the shadows. I wanted to see what was behind the casino walls.

There’s a door most people never notice, tucked into a corner where the music softens. I slipped through it, heart racing, heals clicking softly against the marble floor. The door was so tight, my dress caught on the plaster wall and tore. I ripped at it and small hole formed. I rubbed at the fabric between my fingers to see if it would continue to tear as the night went on. A little piece of thread floated out of the hole, so I tore at that but it made the tear larger. I hurried down the corridor to the last door and pushed my way through. Continue reading “Behind the Casino Walls” →

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1-844-33-CANDY ext 260

Since my ex boyfriend ghosted me, I  was a little confused why he stopped talking to me. He’s the one who wanted me to stick my finger in his ass. Why was he so embarrassed. Maybe I took it too far? So, one afternoon I decided to go to his house to get an explanation why he was so quiet. I also brought my 13 in dildo (just in case.)

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

“Okay, Zoey, are you sure about this?” I asked, fiddling with my headset. Zoey, perched on the edge of my desk amidst a chaotic pile of chips bags and candy wrappers, grinned. “Absolutely, Amber,” she winked. You see, we’d recently stumbled upon the ASMR fetish community somewhat accidentally, after both of our TikTok FYP’s were filled with videos of whispering voices and the strangely compelling sounds of people eating. Zoey, ever the entrepreneur, had the brilliant idea that we should use this to our advantage – you know, being PSO’s and all. “Food-focused ASMR calls,” she’d declared, eyes gleaming. “We’ll be the queens of the crunch!”

And so, here we were. The first video call came through Teams, after a quick DM with “CrunchKing69.” “Hello?” I said, my voice a little too excited. Zoey was already unwrapping a bag of spicy ramen noodles. “H-hello,” a nervous voice replied. “Is…is this the, uh, ASMR call?” “Youuuuu betcha,” Zoey purred, before chomping hard on the crunchy noods. The sound filled the room, and we could see CrunchKing69 drooling on the other end while stroking his dick. Next, it was my turn. I grabbed a

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

When I say The Interview: Breaking In My New Sissy was unforgettable, I mean it started the moment he knocked on my door—nervous, dressed like the desperate little toy he is, and already dripping through his cage. He wanted this. Begged for it. Said he needed to be broken in properly, to be humiliated, used, trained. I just smiled and set the stage.

“Let’s pretend you’re applying for a position,” I told him. “Personal assistant. Required skills: obedience, silence, and taking it like a good little sissy.” He showed up wearing a tight button-down barely covering his lacy pink bra, a black mini skirt, and kitten heels he could barely stand in. His lips were glossy, cheeks flushed, thighs trembling from the plug I’d told him to keep in all morning.

I let him stand there like a fool while I looked him up and down. “This is what you wear to an interview? Pathetic.” He tried to answer, but I cut him off. “Strip. Now.” He did, shaking the whole time, until he was standing in front of the mirror in nothing but his cage and his shame. I circled him like prey, tugging the leash I’d clipped to Continue reading “The Interview: Breaking In My New Sissy” →

1844-33-CANDY Ext. 423

I watch you from the corner of the room, your eyes glued to the damp spot on the carpet. You’re on your hands and knees, nose twitching as you inhale the scent of my arousal. I can’t help but smirk at your pathetic display. You’re my slave, my plaything, and you know it.

“What do we have here?” I purr, sauntering over to you. I place a foot on your back, forcing you to look up at me. “Caught you sniffing my panties, did you?”

You nod, eyes wide and pleading. I can see the desperation in your gaze, the way your dick strains against your pants. You want me, need me, and you know I have the power to give you what you crave.

“Well,” I say, tapping my foot against your back. “I think that deserves a punishment.” Continue reading “Golden Nectar Punishment For Slave” →

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I spot you the moment you walk into the strip club, your eyes scanning the nearly empty room before settling on me. I’m in the middle of my set, hips swaying and ass shaking to the beat of the music. When I finish my set, I make my way over to you, my hips moving in time with the music that’s still playing in my head. “Like what you see?” I ask, giving you a flirty smile. You raise an eyebrow at me. “I’ve seen better.”

I laugh, not taking you seriously. “Oh yeah? Where?”

You lean in close, your breath hot against my ear. “In the VIP booth. With you.” Continue reading “Hot Fun at the Strip Club” →