Melanie 1-844-332-2639 ext 463

He caught my eye from across the room, and I winked at him and walked out the door, hoping he would follow me. I waited thirty seconds in the alleyway, and he appeared around the corner. He pushed against the wall and ran his hands through my hair as he made out for me. I felt him starting to bite my earlobe and he whispered in my ear, “get my fingers wet for me.”

His hands slowly move down my body, groping and grabbing at my succulent titties, and working down further, up my short leather skirt. I was wearing a thong and fishnet stockings that were already feeling rather moist. His fingers felt my slit through my panties, and he could feel me getting soaked. He pushed my thong aside with his fingers and easily slid two fingers inside. His fingers were deep in my pussy, all the way to his knuckles and my knees buckled.

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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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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

Christmas Eve is a very busy night for Santa and me.  He delivers presents all night and I give him sleigh head.  Santa sends one of his elves early in the day to transport me up to the North Pole.  I’m walked to Santa’s office where he’s waiting for me to arrive.  He’s completed his last minute list checks.  His sleigh prepared by the elves and ready to go. Santa only has one last chore to complete.

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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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Roxy 1(844) 332- 2639 Ext 414

There’s just somethin’ ‘bout a cowboy. So when my friends invited me to the rodeo, I was so excited. Of course there was a cowboy that caught my eye. He looked me up and down, winked, and smiled. My heart melted. I could tell the feeling was mutual. But I could also tell that boy was a heartbreaker. All the girls were going gaga over him. It was obvious that he knew he was cute. Why are we girls always attracted to these kinds of bad boys? My mind told me to keep walking but the rest of me couldn’t resist him. He had me mesmerized. I turned around and walked right back over to him. He didn’t seem surprised but rather like he had achieved some sort of accomplishment. He removed his cowboy hat, swept his sun kissed curls from his forehead and took a swig of his beer. We exchanged phone numbers. Then my friends and I were on our way. But I just couldn’t get him out of my head all day. That evening my phone rang. It was him. He asked if I’d like to go have a drink and bite to eat. I agreed.

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NYE In NYC

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

As New Year’s Eve approaches it takes me back to that cool, crisp, clear night under the stars in NYC. I was invited to a NYE yacht party in the New York Harbor. The weather was perfect. The dress code was cocktail attire. The men were wearing three piece suits. And the women were wearing designer cocktail dresses. Everyone looked exquisite. But one sexy man stood out. He was the host and yacht owner. We had mutual friends and knew of each other but had never met. To be honest, I knew this was his way of finding an opportunity to meet me. He was across the room talking to a group of people. But when he looked up and saw me our eyes locked. It was like one of those scenes in a movie when time stands still and everything else around you becomes a blur. It was obvious that he did not hear a word they were saying to him. He actually just walked away from them mid sentence. It’s as if he was in a trance. He walked over to me, introduced himself, grabbed my hand and kissed the back of it as I introduced myself.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Davey always had a telltale sign that his cock was getting hard inside of his crinkly, padded diaper. He didn’t even try to hide it. Why would he? I was his muse. “Mama…” he whispered, as his sweet voice trembled on the other end of the phone. “Can we…um, can we have some family fun together? You know how much I love that!”

I tilted my head, playfully feigning thought. “Hmm…are you sure you’ve earned it, Davey?” His eyes widened as I reached for my phone on the nightstand. “Because if you’ve been a good boy for Mommy…” I unlocked it, opened the camera, and propped it on a little stand across from my rocking chair. “Then you can show how Mommy how nicely you edge yourself for her.”

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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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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

It was just a typical Titty Tuesday when my phone rang. “Rachel, can we do a video cam call on teams?” he asked me in a very meek voice. I told him that I would love to. But I wasn’t prepared for what happened next. When he took off his pants, I needed a magnifying glass to see it. It was the most itty bitty, tiniest penis I have ever seen in my life. I told him that it couldn’t even really be classified as a penis. That thing was way closer to a clitoris. So I told him that from now on, he’s going to refer to it as his clit. I also told him that from now on he should wear panties and learn how to have sex like a girl. So I made him go get a pair of his wife’s panties and her smallest dildo. Then I told him to get some lube. I had him put the panties on so that I could take pictures of him in them.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I came home to the scent of overcooked sugar and something suspiciously like chocolate melted on the stovetop. “Liam?” I called, dropping my keys with a clatter, already bracing myself. What I found in the kitchen stopped me mid-sigh. There was flour dusted on every surface like powdered snowfall, eggshells were floating in a bowl like tiny ceramic rafts, and my grown-up baby, wearing nothing but footed pajamas and a look of proud guilt, was standing knee-deep in spilled sprinkles.

He had clearly attempted to make Christmas cookies. It was a noble effort, really, but whatever recipe he used had devolved into what looked like a science experiment gone rogue. A lopsided dough monster clung to the counter, a measuring cup was stuck on his head like a helmet, and my (VERY EXPENSIVE) mixer lay on its side, still twitching with post-beating aftershocks.

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