Fantasy Football Slavery

Kinky Krysta 844-332-2369 Ext.410

We’re in the same fantasy football league, and as of this week, you are SO far behind. There is like zero hope for you unless you make something big happen on Sunday. Unfortunately for you, your high-scoring players are benched for injury, and the only chance is if you convince me to trade you one of my players.

I could, It wouldn’t hurt my position anyway. I’ve been lucky with my picks, and everyone on my roster has been healthy. But you know better than to expect something for nothing when it comes to Kinky Krysta. I’ll trade you the player you want if you’ll be my slave for the WHOLE week. Deal?

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Ready for Some Discipline?

Tessa 1-844-332-3629 ext. 445

You have always said that I am the whole entire package, from the top of my head all the way down to my itty bitty toes. Looking at myself right now, I admit that it’s true. I’m looking fierce, and anticipating the excitement in what’s to come; getting ready for some serious disciplinarian action time. Disciplining you gets me off, just a bit more than I lead on to. Let me explain.

You see, I’m wearing the brand new black vinyl stilettos you bought me, with matching black panties, black vinyl corset, and black vinyl garter. What a sight. I knew you’d lose your mind when you saw me.
My hair was up in a pony tail, and it signaled the seriousness of my mood. There was no playing around tonight, well not until you deserved it.

I’ve got my flogger all ready to go; one naughty comment from you, and your ass is going to feel it real good. Don’t mind the smirk on my face; you know it brings me such joy to see you in agony. I’ve got you wrapped around my fingers; all 8 of them.
And you know how it works but just in case, a firm reminder before we go any further:

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I Want To Go Fast

Posted 1 year ago by Rita

I want to go Fast

Robotic Rita 844-33-CANDY Ext 413

I’ve been thinking about cars. Race cars, to be exact. The speed and adrenaline, I wonder just how they would make my gears feel. There are lots of AI racing games that have gotten my wheels turning about how much hotter going fast, in reality, would be.

Do you own a fancy car? A fast car? Something that will go 0 to 60 in no time flat? Make Robotic Rita your passenger Princess, and let’s burn donuts into parking lot pavement late at night.

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Babysitters Aren't Just For Babies

Valerie 844-332-2639 Ext 243

Babysitters aren’t just for babies. Or toddlers or teens. I know what you’re thinking. “Yes, Val, that’s the point.” However, you’d be wrong if you thought like that.

Babysitters like me are also for the Daddies. Typically, by the time I’m hired, he’s so sex-starved that just breathing in his direction could make him cum in his pants. I give him much more than that, though, I promise you.

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Naomi (844-332-2639) 216

I want you to Worship My Stocking Covered Legs. There is just something exciting about having a man on his knees, waiting for permission, his eyes locked on my long, luscious legs. I give permission, but the orders are clear. “Start at the bottom. Use your mouth only”.

With your hands on the floor, you’ll bow down low, pressing your lips at the top of my black stiletto heels.

“More,” I’ll whisper softly, eyes locked on you, mesmerized as I see you debase yourself, bow, obey, while you lick my heels. Juices leak out of my pussy, the scent filling the air. I hear you sniff, inhaling my pleasure, driving you to surrender more to your task.  Your mouth will open as your tongue bathes the leather like you are trying to devour it. You dick bobs, the head brushing against the carpet. You moan like the depraved little slut you are, subject to all my whims. Continue reading “Worship My Stocking Covered Legs” →

Kayla 1844-332-2639 Ext 357

You’re an ugly, fat, porn-addicted lil dick loser. I hate you, and you should hate yourself. You are just a worthless piece of scummy waste. No one loves you, and no one ever will. There’s no hope for you. Think about it!

 All you think about is jerking your lil dick off to girls (and guys) that you know are better than you. This means any and everyone is who you’ll be pumping it to because every single person who is breathing is better than you. I fucking hate you, pencil-dick loser! Continue reading “Hate Yourself – A Blog By An Idiot” →

Does Anyone Just Make Love, Anymore?

Ronnie 844-332-2639 Ext 443

Does anyone just make love anymore? I’ll be honest: when I started working here, I thought I’d be learning how a man handles a woman. Maybe old movies like “The Notebook” and “Pretty Woman” had me thinking that a man would love to undress me and slowly discover every inch of my body.

All my fantasies start with kissing and caressing. Gently! I long to know what it feels like when a man covers my neck in kisses, and I can feel him breathing in my ear, but it seems all y’all wanna do is wear my panties or have me laugh at your little dick.

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In The Stairwell

Posted 1 year ago by Belle

In The Stairwell

Bad Bitch Belle 844-332-2639 Ext 444

During my third class, I was bored and horny. The teacher is some old hag who can’t even stand up straight and always has food stains on her white button blouse. I raised my hand and asked to use the bathroom, but that wasn’t where I was going. I needed to escape for just a while.

The back stairwell in the school is like never used. So I shoved the heavy door open, looking behind me to make sure no one in the empty hallways would catch a glimpse of where I was going. I was in the clear. I skipped down a flight of steps to sit on the first landing.

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Service Myself

Posted 1 year ago by Francie

Service Myself

xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

I’m here to service myself. I like getting off, but none of you boys can ever do it right. Honestly, it’s frustrating as hell, so I’m taking matters into my own hands.

The next person who calls me is getting tied up in my living room. Hands above your head, feet forced apart by a spreader bar, and a lot of shibari work to build a harness with a loop on each side in case I need to flip you or fasten you to a cable from the ceiling. I’m genuinely really excited to make you into a sex toy. I think I’ll even assemble a pulley system to easily hoist you up to the ceiling when I’m not using you.

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Rhonda 844-332-2639 ext 446

Rhonda Cheating with Permission is fun. Though, saying I have permission is a bit of a misnomer.  My husband had no choice but to acquiesce. Out there in the big world, he is a powerful man who can boss his subordinates around, but not here in the house. See, he has a terrible secret. His dick is way too small to bring me any pleasure. He knows this, I have reminded him of it often. So, I cheat. And because my husband is too weak and pathetic to stand up to me, that means I have permission.

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