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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”

1844-33-CANDY EXT 423

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”

Julie 1844-332-2639 Ext 453

“I don’t deserve happiness. And to be honest, I haven’t felt it in so many years, that I forgot what it feels like. I’ve resigned myself to the fact that this is how the rest of my life will be. I’ve been beaten down emotionally all of my life. I’ve realized that my needs aren’t important. Nobody cares.” He shared with me.

Oh no, that is not true My Darling. You do deserve happiness. Your needs are important. And your feelings do matter. Fuck anyone and everyone that says anything different. Reclaim your life back. It’s too short. None of us should settle for anything less than pure bliss. Or we should at least be able to strive for it. Without anyone standing in our way. We should surround ourselves with people that want the best for us. Not people that hold us back from our happiness.

“She uses me for my money. That’s all she cares about. She’s manipulative and conniving. Prancing around here in her cute little outfits teasing and tantalizing me. Then she takes my money and leaves me hard and leaking. But deep down I know I really do deserve this.

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Threesome Gone Wrong

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

My friend Mark has made it super clear he wants to fuck me, but I’ve been holding out. He’s a really good friend, and while yeah, fuckbuddies are great, if the sex is bad, then things get weird. Or worse, if the friend catches feelings, it can ruin everything.

After Friendsgiving, when everyone left except for my fuckbuddy Ryan, he asked me why I wouldn’t give poor Mark any pussy and was teasing me about being a cocktease. I tried to defend myself, but after so many drinks, I wasn’t even convincing myself. So I called Mark. “You still wanna fuck me?” I blurted when he picked up. He laughed, but I continued. “Look, Ry and I are here at my place, and I think we should have a threesome, so get over here before I change my mind.” As soon as I hung up, I threw my phone and bursted into a fit of giggles. “Do you think he’ll cum? I asked Ry, who smirked and replied, “So many times.”

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You’re late

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

“You’re late,” I say, checking my watch as you slide into the chair across from me. “Sorry, traffic was a heavy,” you apologize, signaling the waitress for a cup of coffee. “So, what’s good here?” I raise an eyebrow at you. “I’m not a menu, Alex.” You laugh, the sound warm and genuine. “No, I meant the coffee shop. What’s good here?” I shrug. “Their lattes are decent. But if you’re looking for something stronger, I know a place around the corner.”

You lean forward, eyes sparkling with interest. “Oh? Do tell.” I smirk. “I’ll take that as a yes. But first, let me finish my coffee.” You sit back, sipping your own drink as you watch me. I can feel your gaze on me, and I can’t help but squirm a little under your scrutiny. I’m wearing my favorite little black dress, the one that hugs my curves just right and leaves little to the imagination. I know I look good, and I can tell from the way your eyes keep drifting down to my cleavage that you agree. Finally, I finish my coffee and stand up, grabbing my purse. “Ready?” You nod, and we make our

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

For as long as I can remember, I’ve found tremendous satisfaction in my role as a submissive partner in the bedroom. To some, the dynamics of dominance and submission may seem perplexing, but for me, it’s a source of profound joy and fulfillment. There’s something inherently freeing about surrendering control and allowing my partner to take the lead.

In my experiences, submission is not about weakness; rather, it signifies trust, vulnerability, and a deep connection. When I submit, I am giving my partner the opportunity to explore my desires and limits, creating a safe space for both of us to express our fantasies. The thrill of anticipating a partner’s commands can be exhilarating, heightening my senses and making every touch feel amplified. It is in those moments that I feel truly alive.

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Mercedes 1844-33-CANDY Ext 423

There’s a diaper loving sissy boy that I chat with, and he’s incredibly fun to mess with!! He had told me that he was told to be caged until the end of the week, and he has been struggling with not letting his little dick free! The complaints of him not being able to get hard was quite entertaining. Of course, I wasn’t going to allow him to be free of his chastity, he doesn’t deserve that!

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Julie 1844-332-2639 Ext 453

It feels so cozy in this pile of blankets. I’m awaiting my tantric massage. The room is lit with dozens of aromatherapy candles, filling the room with the aphrodisiac effects of jasmine and patchouli. I’m so relaxed that I start to doze off. When I open my eyes, Rico is sitting beside me. There is a small ceramic pot of hot oil beside him being warmed over a candle. “Hello Miss Julie” his smile is warm and inviting. “Hello Rico, it’s very nice to meet you” I whisper. “Likewise Julie” he replies.  Then he goes on to explain to me that a tantric massage is a very sensual TOTAL BODY MASSAGE.  I agree to indulge. He gets a tiny drop and rubs it between his hands before beginning at my temples, then to my scalp, forehead, and working his way down my arms and to my legs. His stern but sensual hands leave no muscle untouched. It feels so good and I’m lost in pure ecstasy.

I’m now on my stomach and he’s manipulating every muscle in my back. He works his way down to my glutes and he knows exactly what to do. He’s kneading his way to

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