Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

David has the cutest little pink sissy dress. The kind with lots of frills and tulle under the skirt to make it poof out! So short it shows off the saggy cloth diaper he’s forced to wear underneath. It even has a handy little lock at the top of the zipper, but it broke. (Probably because of how much he struggles to get out of it when he’s embarrassed.) Taking the initiative, David knew it would need to be repaired by a professional, so he called me to ask if I’d write a letter for him to print out when he visits the seamstress. A letter that would instruct her in how to fix the zipper, and if there were other alterations I wanted made, I could add them.

I thought this was a brilliant idea and wrote up a little something so that she could get the job done exactly as I expected.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

Welcome to the Sissy Wives Club where you will learn how to sissify your husband for fun and profit! You are all here today because you found your sissy husbands snooping around in your lingerie drawers, or maybe even your daughter’s sock and panty drawers. I’m here to tell you that the only thing you can do is embrace it. That urge is permanent so make the most of it ladies. You will soon realize how lucky you truly are. I have everything you need to turn your life around. Before you know it, your sissy husband will be doing all of the laundry and hanging the delicates out on the clothesline to dry. You will not believe how meticulously they will take care of all of the clothing and house work. I even have these French maid uniforms if you’d like to purchase them for your sissy husband. Don’t worry, I have everything you could possibly need to transform your life. You will need a whole new sissy wardrobe for them. And they need their own sissy boudoir. They will be so happy that they will be willing to do absolutely anything for you. Even slutting themselves out.

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Gabrielle 1-844-332-2639 ext 469

I called up my friend Mike one night. I was feeling adventurous and wanted to try something new. Mike always had amazing and erotic ideas. I told him I didn’t want the idea over the phone, for him to just come over and surprise me. An hour later I heard my doorbell, and it was him, so I invited him inside.

We hung out in the living room because I wanted to see what twisted idea he could come up with. He just said one word, “Anal!” I was always interested in trying it but scared. He told me all about rim jobs, licking deep inside the asshole, smelling the ass, and lastly, fucking me with his huge nine-inch cock!

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I was waiting for my date to show up, when I heard the rumble of an engine in the distance. As soon as he pulled into my driveway, I barely registered the man in the helmet as someone I actually knew. My attention was elsewhere. My eyes were locked on his motorcycle. It was a matte-black cafe racer, with silver accents that caught the fading light in all the right places.

I found myself walking toward it before I realized what I was doing, as I reached out with my fingers hovered just inches from the tank. The surface was warm from the residual heat of the engine. It felt like touching something alive. I traced the line of the steel frame and sighed. It was a masterpiece, meant for speed and dominance, but I felt a strange, heady rush of desire. Not for the man who rode it, but for the machine itself.

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449 

He was so pathetic. Panting and whining, begging for my attention. The way he was right now, he’d do anything I told him. I wasn’t in the mood to indulge his pleading. I nodded to the chair in the middle of the room. “Sit.” My voice practically whips him into obeying. He scrambled to sit in the chair, and looked at me with glistening eyes.

“Take off your pants and spread your legs.” My voice still held the commanding tone. He nodded and wriggled out of his clothing. He spread his legs, but hid himself with his hands. I made a loud click with my high heel on the wood floor. “Did I say you could hide? Move your hands and show me.”

His face bloomed crimson and his eyes dropped to the ground. Pulling his hands slowly back, he revealed his cock. Already standing at attention and begging for attention. Just like his mouth had been earlier. “Look at that little thing. You really expect me to like such a pathetic nub?” A strangled noise came from his throat as his little cock twitched.

“Touch yourself.” I said, moving to sit in the chair across from him. His hand… Continue reading “A Good Little Boy” →

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

Joseph knew the rules about keeping his play area tidy after quiet time, yet the room looked as though a tornado had spontaneously passed through it. As soon as he saw me standing in the doorway, Joseph huddled in the corner with his hands crossed over his thick, crinkly diaper. It appeared as if he was trying to summon a look of false indifference, but we both knew he couldn’t fool Mama Cory.

Disciplinarian was never a role that I enjoyed, but it was an essential tether to the boundaries that kept Joseph and my other ABDL’s feeling safe and structured within their sessions. As I knelt down to his level, I could see his pulse in his throat, which was a clear indication that the initial bravado of his rebellion was rapidly fading into the realization of the consequences that were about to inevitably follow his actions.

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Little Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

Well, it was time for a visit with my naughty uncle. It’s been a year since we began our arrangement. Which was that he wouldn’t tell my parents about my job at the breastaurant and he would pay my rent IF I stayed in school and let him use my body for his sexual gratification any time he wants. He has a key to my apartment and shows up in the middle of the night frequently. But this is the deal. My landlord is also my sugar daddy. So I don’t even have to pay rent. And ever since I was Brandy’s model for her cosmetology school exam, I can’t stop thinking about it. The way she pulled that wax strip off of my pussy and made me squirt in the instructor’s face was so fucking hot. I want to do that every day. But I want to be the one making people squirt. I want to be a wax technician. So I’ve decided that I want to go to cosmetology school. I just had to figure out how to tell my uncle without upsetting him. He still could tell my parents about the breastaurant.

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PHONESEX

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I might have the best neighbors ever. Yesterday, I ran out in my robe to grab my mail and accidentally locked myself out. No one else was home and I didn’t even have my phone to call for help. That’s how I ended up half naked on my neighbors porch, asking for him to let me in. He said his wife was at work, but that I could call my parents with his phone. And when he heard it would be a few hours before anyone could come home with a key, he invited me to wait it out there. He even brought me orange juice. 

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Sniffing

Posted 1 week ago by Sawyer

Sawyer 1844-332-2639 Ext 455

Ethan took pride in himself for being the world’s most curious roommate. If something seemed out of place he had to investigate one Saturday while helping with laundry he smelt something that he never smelled before. As he was looking around And sniffing for the smell, he noticed a tiny lavender pair of panties hanging out of the basket. He started

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

Ronald is successful and entirely too confident for his own good. He sits alone at the mahogany bar, swirling a strong drink, vibrating with the kind of arrogance that begs to be shattered. What he doesn’t seem to realize (yet, anyway) is that I know exactly what men crave. They crave the illusion of control, right up until the moment I strip it away.

As I slide onto the stool beside him, his gaze instantly drops to my legs. I see the spark in his eyes and know that he’s looking at my shiny black pantyhose. As I shift my weight and cross my legs, the faint hiss of fabric rubbing against fabric is audible only to us. The sound mimics the tightening of a knot.

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