Little Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

My friends and I were so excited to go out and celebrate the end of finals. It had been a grueling past couple weeks of too much studying and not enough partying. So we were ready to make up for lost time. I invited my friends over to get ready at my place. So that we could pregame while getting ready together. We got dressed up in our little, short, body hugging clubbing dresses. And we were off to hit the clubs.

The guys were giving us tons of attention. We were getting so many free drinks. It was so much fun. So we decided to continue down to the clubs at the other end of the street. The vibe down there was different. It was quieter, more upscale, more mature. But we were having a good time. So we didn’t care. We just weren’t ready to stop partying. So we walked in. All eyes turned and stared at us. Suddenly we felt so uncomfortable. It was an elegant restaurant filled with very well dressed, older patrons. They were all looking down their noses at us like we were street whores. Compared to how they were dressed, I understood why.

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Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

It was a Friday night, and Dillon was chained to the wall in Mistress Melanie’s House of Pain. He was already stripped of his clothes, except for the cock cage that I put on before I chained him up. Normally Dillon dressed up in frilly little dresses for me, but he had been slacking lately, and I needed to put him back in his place. Some of my sessions only go a few hours, but this was a hardcore punishment, so he was going to be in my care all weekend.

I had all my tools of the trade laid out, including a riding crop and flogger, but I thought the flogger would be my choice for the evening. I even had a ball gag to stuff in Dillon’s mouth, so I didn’t have to hear his back talk. But I spoke too soon and he already talked back. He was begging me not to hurt him. I was a bit annoyed, but it secretly turned me on even more, because it was that much more fun to do what I needed to humiliate him.

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449  

The late afternoon sun blazed over the back yard, turning the pool into a shimmering sheet of glass. In the room off the patio, the air conditioner did little to cut through the mounting humidity of the afternoon. Nor did it do anything to cut down on the tension that was building between my son’s college tutor and me.

He was a brilliant and focused grad student. He was sitting hunched over a stack of textbooks, reviewing my son’s latest essay. The man was the picture of academic discipline; but today, his focus was fraying. From across the kitchen counter, I watched the way he adjusted his glasses for the tenth time, and the way his eyes darted toward the sliding glass door led to the patio.

“You look like you’re losing the war with… Hamlet?” I said, leaning forward to try and read the paper upside down. My blouse hung low, showing ample cleavage. I looked up in time to see his eyes dart away from the show I’d inadvertently given him.

I smirked and walked behind him, lightly pressing against his back to look over his shoulder at the scrawled papers beneath him. The scent of citrus and musk enveloped me.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

The moment he stepped across the threshold of my apartment, his gaze fixed firmly on the floorboards as if they held the secrets to his inevitable surrender. I sat reclined in my leather chair, watching him with a calculated stillness that seemed to draw the breath right out of his lungs. It’s always fun, being hired to ruin a powerful man. I knew full well that he craved the structure I provided more than he craved his own autonomy.

His movements were awkward and hesitant, like a silent plea for acknowledgement written across his flushed features. I tapped my fingers against the arm of my chair and demanded he look me in the eye. As his chin slowly tilted upward, I saw the raw, exposed vulnerability that flickered behind his tired eyes. He was mine in every sense of the word. A polished instrument of devotion that required my constant, firm guidance to function at peace.

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Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Mistress Anna was seeing a business man. At first, he spoiled her rotten with gifts, and flowers and attention like no one had ever before. He was a filthy degenerate of a fetishist, and she fulfilled his every single need.

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New Candy Girl

Posted 1 month ago by Writer

Tara 1-844-332-2639 ext 323

I am a new candy girl, and I am still learning the ins and outs of this world. Every conversation, every interaction, and every experience teaches me something new about myself, my confidence, and my sexuality. I’ve realized that exploring this side of myself is not just about fantasy or excitement. There is something thrilling about stepping outside of your comfort zone and allowing yourself to explore desires you may have kept hidden for a long time.

I’m looking for someone experienced, confident, and patient. A teacher. A dom. Someone who understands the balance between control and care, and who knows how important communication is before anything else. Someone who can guide me, challenge me, and help me continue discovering who I am in this space. The strongest dynamics are built on honesty, curiosity, and clear boundaries. Continue reading “New Candy Girl” →

Gabrielle 1-844-332-2639 ext 469

My son was back from college on a break and brought a few of his friends with him. Of course, being the loving mother that I am, I let them all stay at the house. One of his friends in particular kept shooting me glances all night, so I thought it might be a good time for some sexy lingerie shopping before I seduced him.

I got dressed and wore a sexy, loose-fitting backless tank top, with no bra (since I was shopping for a new one). The store was ten minutes away and I was ready for my sexy shopping spree. I perused the shelves looking for the best option, something that stuck out at me.

Red always stands out to me. It’s a powerful, seductive color that stops all the men and says, “Look at me Bitch, and bow down before your Goddess!” What woman doesn’t want to feel like an all-powerful Goddess, seducing every man that comes her way!

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probably a CEO

Posted 1 month ago by Stella

Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I don’t even look up from my laptop as I hear the hesitation in his footsteps. I know exactly the type of man who is standing on the other side of my mahogany door. It’s a man of stature, probably a CEO or a surgeon. Someone who spends his days forcing the world to bend to his will. Here; however, he is anything but.

“Come in,” I say, calmly. His posture is already collapsing into the familiar slouch of a man desperate to be relieved of his own authority. He is shaking, just slightly. I love that tremor. It’s the sound of a man discovering that the weight of the world is too heavy and he’s finally found someone who can crush him under it. And, boy, do I love crushing a man.

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xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

You can’t call me because “she’s” there. It’s an excuse I’m growing tired of. When we’re together, you claim I know you better than her. That I give you the things she’d never even think to give you. You’ve said I take you places she’s too afraid to explore. Wifey-poo is terribly selfish and never thinks of your feelings, and yet…

Yet you refuse to leave her. Why do you stay when it’s clear she’ll never be me? Your lazy, uncouth wife will never come close to making you as happy and satisfied as I do. The choice is yours; after all, I’d never force you into something you didn’t want to do, but the longer you stay in your sad, little comfort zone, the better the chance is of you losing me.

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449 

 

Do you have a go-to snack in the kitchen? Something a little sweet, that can be grabbed out of a jar, and eaten quickly as you do other things. Mine is marshmallows or chocolate chips. Both are easy to eat on the go, and satisfy, albeit temporarily, a sweet tooth. Imagine my surprise when a friend came over who had never indulged in a sweet snack from the cupboard.

“What are you doing?” My friend asked as I popped a handful of marshmallows in my mouth.

“Having a snack?” I responded, glancing over at my friend across the island countertop. “Would you like some?” I stretched my hand out, offering a handful of nearly gooey marshmallows to him.

“I’ve never had these. What are they?” He gingerly picks one up and gives it an experimental squeeze.

“You’ve never had marshmallows before?” I was dumbfounded.

“No. Growing up we ate mostly rice and vegetables. Occasionally we’d get to have meat. What is a marshmallow?” He responded, continuing to squish the malleable treat in his fingers.

“It’s kind of sweet? Sort of chewy and gooey. It’s very sticky when it melts.” I tried to describe it. I had no clue what…

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