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Dominating Your Girl

Robotic Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

You love your girl, but you are both submissive, and you know she craves a firm hand. Neither of you were really comfortable with a threesome. However, you did agree to hire a Dominatrix for her. One who’d let you watch. How does it feel, little subby, paying another woman to fuck your girl properly?

When the two of you arrive, I compliment her outfit while pointing to the chair in the corner. “Go sit.” Neither she nor I watch to see if you’ll obey. My hand cradles the back of her neck, and I pull her mouth to mine. It’s cute how nervous she is, but she doesn’t have to be nervous because I’m in control. She giggles after my tongue flicks into her mouth.

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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

I knew my roommates were kinky, but I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw what I saw. When I came home, I heard noise coming from the hallway. I followed the it to one of my roommate’s bedrooms. As I approached, I realized that the door was cracked. I couldn’t help but peek in. One was wearing a collar and leash, down on all fours. The other holding a whip and fucking her with a strap on. I stood in shock, but unable to take my eyes off of them. But then they saw me! I didn’t know what to do. It was too late. I was caught. They kept going for a minute. Then the one with the whip and strap on told me that it was my turn. I was hesitant and I guess she could tell. She glared at me and told me not to make her use her whip on me. So I walked in. She told me to get undressed. So I did. Then she told me to get down on my knees and lick the strap on clean. I did as I was told. And it was such a turn on.

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

Messy Beginnings, Monday to Wednesday is exactly how this week started—because I’ve never been good at playing it safe. Monday came in hot. I woke up still sore from the weekend, and yet somehow craving more. My phone buzzed with a message: “You still taste like Sunday. That was all it took.

By lunchtime, I was under my desk, skirt bunched up, voice low on a video call, pretending to talk spreadsheets while my fingers played a different set of numbers. I sent him a photo after—no face, just legs, lips, and the evidence of my distraction. He replied with a voice note that made me clench around nothing.

Tuesday was no better. We played “Would You Rather” in the group chat, but the way he answered every question felt like a dare. Would I rather do it in public or on camera? Would I rather be tied up… or do the tying? By Wednesday, I had to admit it: this week was already off the rails. I wore no panties to the grocery store just because he told me not to. I wanted to be bad. And game night hadn’t even started yet.

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Stephanie 844-332-2639 Ext 454

“Yeah get down, on those knees, yeah.” he said upon entering and shutting the door. He unbuckled his pants and slid them down. His cock totally erect he slipped his Hi Vis safety vest off. “Put it on, I want you to wear it while you suck my cock” he said, breathing heavily. I giggled, slipping it on. “No no take everything off, just wear my vest.” I undressed completely and then slipped the vest on. “Oh yes, fuck yes fuck I knew it, I fucking knew it”

“Mmm commando,” I giggled. He laughed. “Just makes things easier.” he joked still wearing his hard hat. “Came right over, I hope you don’t mind.” “Your sweaty balls? Why would I mind?” I giggled. He laughed as I slipped his cock in my mouth slowly and down my throat. “Oh I need this so bad today. Thinking about you and that tongue all day. Thank you” he moaned, breathing deeply.

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met gala

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Under the bright lights of the Met Gala, I stood, a vision in silver, my mermaid gown shimmering, my hair adorned with tiny silver flowers. Willie, my ABDL boyfriend, looked dashing in his silver suit, his eyes sparkling with excitement and nervousness. We were nobodies, but tonight, we were the stars, our futuristic attire capturing the attention of every photographer on the red carpet.

As we posed for the cameras, Willie leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear. I thought he was going for a sexy nibble, but instead, he whispered, “I’ve had an accident.” Trying not to show my shock as my mind raced with the implications, I reassured him, my voice steady, “It’s okay, baby. We’ll handle it.” We made our way into the venue, our strides confident despite the situation. We bumped into an old friend, who, after a quick explanation, led us to the washroom.

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Work would never be the same

Stephanie 844-332-2639 Ext 454

Work was never the same after meeting him. I found myself thirsty for his cock, his mouth & his touch. I would get so wet with a flutter in my chest while driving to the bar&grill where I worked as a server. I was addicted. He turned me out but not before turning me onto things I never knew existed. Early twenties, I knew of BDSM but not on this level. He showed up, like normal. Never knowing which day he would show up.

Never knowing where he would take me when we would sneak off on my break. The unknown kept me on my toes, kept me eager to please him and show off for him. Knowing he was watching me serve other men and flirt with other men. But he knew he had me and that he owned me, I was his Sub and he was my Dom daddy. He would slip me notes while I worked the bar. Little notes of instructions for the upcoming week. These secret notes consisted of specific duties as his sub.

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Hot Holiday Weekend

Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228

I know this weekend is a long one for Americans, but I had a hot holiday weekend of my own recently. Canadians celebrate some holidays that Americans don’t have. For example, last weekend was the Victoria Day weekend for us. Or what most of us call the May 2-4 weekend. We celebrate by going to the cottage and letting loose. I usually spend it naked, but I can’t speak for every Canadian haha. It’s our unofficial start of the summer and last weekend was a HOT one for me!
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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

Mr. Davenport was different. He wasn’t aggressive or demanding, just quietly eccentric, with a glint of mischievousness in his eyes. This was my first session with him, and already, I felt a knot of nervous anticipation in my stomach. “First things first,” he’d said, his voice a low rumble. “The pantyhose.”

I raised an eyebrow, but didn’t object. Black pantyhose were hardly the strangest request I’d received. I slipped them on in the small, cluttered bathroom, the nylon cool against my skin. When I emerged, he was sitting in a plush armchair, a stopwatch in his hand. “And now, my dear, something sticky. From your pantry, anything will do.” My pantry was a chaotic testament to my haphazard cooking habits. I rummaged through jars and cans, finally grabbing a bottle of honey. It felt cliché, but undeniably, honey reeked of stickiness.

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soldier

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

He was standing on the corner, bathed in the warm glow spilling from O’Malley’s Pub. He was a soldier, I could tell from the crisp cut of his hair and the easy confidence in his stance, surrounded by a boisterous group of his comrades. His eyes met mine, and the noise of the pub seemed to fade into a dull hum. He simply stared, a magnetic pull drawing me in.

He broke away from his friends, a sheepish grin on his face. “Ma’am,” he said, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down my spine. “I couldn’t help but notice you. Are you headed home? Mind if I walk with you?” I hesitated. The walk was short, only a few blocks. But the man exuded a raw energy that both intrigued and frightened me. “That’s kind of you,” I said. “But it’s really not necessary.”

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

This particular night was the roleplay that broke him. He came in cocky. Hands in his pockets, pretending he was in control. I told him to sit. He hesitated. Wrong move. “I said sit!!” My voice sliced through the room like silk over steel. He obeyed. Slowly. I smiled. Good boy.

He wanted to “try something different,” something taboo. I told him I had a fantasy—and tonight, he’d play the part. He didn’t ask questions. That was mistake number two.

I walked around him in stilettos, slow and deliberate, dragging my fingernails across the back of his neck. “Tonight, I’m not your girl. I’m your instructor. And you’re going to learn how to please me properly. You’ve been slacking in your performance… and now, you’re staying after hours.” His breath hitched. His pants tightened. I grabbed his chin and made him look at me.
“I grade on obedience. And right now, you’re failing.” I tied his wrists behind the chair with my silk scarf, slid my thigh over his lap, and whispered all the filthy things he’d have to do to earn extra credit. I traced my tongue along his ear, then slapped his cheek. Gently. Enough to make his Continue reading “The Roleplay That Broke Him” →