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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

Alright, sweet pea, let’s get you all fresh and clean,” I cooed. My voice dripped with a syrupy sweetness that would put a pancake house to shame. The moment I’d unsnapped his onesie, the undeniable evidence of my ABDL’s recent ‘accomplishment’ announced itself with a potent, aromatic cloud that could have wilted a plastic plant. I fanned the air dramatically, making a big show of it. “Whoa there, partner! Since when is my special little stinker REALLY a stinker?” I asked, as my eyes watered slightly. I fought back a gag that was equal parts disgust and laughter.

With the practiced efficiency of a seasoned pit crew chief, I gathered my arsenal: a fresh, crinkly diaper adorned with cartoon characters that seemed to mock my current situation, a mountain of wipes that felt chillingly inadequate, and a tub of cream that promised to create a barrier more impenetrable than a bank vault. I took a deep, fortifying breath—through my mouth, obviously—and got to work. The tabs gave way with their familiar ripping sound, a prelude to the grand unveiling. “And now, for the main event,” I whispered, my tone that of a nature documentary host

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

My friend Heather cornered me the moment she heard her brother, Henry, was back in the city. “Amber,” she’d whispered, with a mischievous glint in her eyes, “I’m throwing him a welcome home party and need you to be there! He’s been gone for so long, and you know…you know how I feel about you and him. Just…take care of him for me, okay?”

Henry was a ruggedly handsome military man, fresh from some top-secret Pentagon assignment. He was the kind of man who made you forget your own name, especially when he was wearing that crisp uniform. I wandered into Heather’s living room and there he was, looking as fine as ever, surrounded by friends and relatives. The air crackled when he looked in my direction. Heather had given me the go-ahead, a playful shove towards destiny, and my heart was doing a frantic drum solo against my ribs.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

This year’s Halloween party was going to be unforgettable. I’d planned it carefully, picking the perfect theme and costumes for me and my sissy. I combed through his wardrobe, picking out a skimpy latex mini-dress and thigh-high stilettos. I styled his hair in a messy, sex-kitten updo and applied a bold red lip. My sissy’s curves looked heavenly in that little number. I thought he was the perfect slut for our soiree.

Once he was all dolled up, I set to work on my own look. I opted for a vampy witch costume, black lace and leather, with a strategically placed cutout that showed just a hint of cleavage. We were both going for a wickedly sexy aesthetic, perfect for a night of debauchery.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

Brian knew. He’d forgotten himself, let a task slip in a moment of defiance, and now…now he would have no choice but to remember his place. My place. A slow, predacious smile touched my lips, unseen by him, but surely felt in the sudden tension that stiffened his spine.

“Brian,” I purred. “Did you truly believe, even for a moment, that I would tolerate such…well…nonsense?” He remained silent. Good. Fear, respect, anticipation – all blended into a potent melange. My gaze swept over him, from the dark hair falling into his eyes to the vulnerable curve of his neck. This was where he belonged: at my mercy, awaiting my command.

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Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

As the moon cast an eerie glow on my dorm room, I couldn’t shake the thrill that coursed through my veins. It was the weekend before Halloween, and I found myself craving a certain type of excitement. The kind that only and older man could bring me.

I spent hours getting ready, my heart racing with anticipation. My brown eyes sparked as I painted my lips a deep, crimson red. I slipped into a black lace bra and thong, the fabric barely containing my perky breasts and pert ass. A sheer, ruffly skirt hugged my hips, and I added a pair of thigh-high stockings and stiletto heels to complete the sultry look.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

Tonight was the night. Halloween, and more importantly, James’ first proper trick-or-treating adventure! “Are you ready for the candy, my little monster?” I cooed, smoothing down the soft fabric of his costume. It was a classic, footed onesie, complete with an oversized pair of eyes on the hood that bounced with each step he took. He’d spent weeks picking it out and was very excited to wear it.

James giggled. “Ready, Mama! Monster go get candy!” He hopped a little, his large hands already reaching for the empty pumpkin bucket I’d placed at the door. “That’s right, my sweet boy. Mama’s going to help you fill it all the way up to the top!” Grabbing my own jacket and the trick-or-treat bag I’d packed with essentials – a small flashlight, some wipes, and a spare pacifier, just in case – I reached for his hand as we walked out the door. “Okay, little monster,” I whispered. “Let’s go make some magic.”

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I spotted her immediately – a woman sitting at a table in my favorite coffee shop, engrossed in a book with a covetous title: “Dark Arts for the Desperate Soul.” Her eyes darted up, catching mine, and she quickly looked away, a flush creeping up her neck.

I approached her table with a confident stride, my heels clicking against the tiled floor. “Excuse me, but I couldn’t help noticing your book. Are you interested in witchcraft?” She stammered, her gaze flickering between me and the cover. “Y-yes, I am. But I’ve never…I don’t know much about it.”

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Now and then, when her husband acts up, she calls me to rectify the problem. Of course, I’m happy to come over and put her husband back into his place with my diaper bag of tricks. She had said they’d be on their way to a Halloween party, but that wouldn’t be true when I showed up.

She was dressed in a skin-tight catsuit when I rang the doorbell, and he was wearing some Star Wars get-up. Such a geek. “Oh, Felicity.” She giggled. “I’m glad you’re here. I’ve got to go.” I waved her out the door and waited for Baby to see me. His eyes widened, and he began to back up. Oh, baby’s first Halloween with Mommy was going to be so much fun.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

Attention is currency, and mine is priced high for a reason. Don’t confuse this with being a kind soul, mon chéri. I don’t waste time on ghosts who confuse feelings with transactions. My only rule is etched in the ice of a Montreal winter: I only talk to losers who send me money.

And they are, universally, losers. Not in the theatrical sense, but in the sad, damp reality of their lives. They are the men who linger on the edges of crowds, who treat their pathetic lives like a tragedy requiring an audience. They try to send poems, long screeds about their mothers, or worse, unsolicited pictures of their sad little faces or their sad little neglected cocks.

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Melanie 1-844-332-2639 ext. 463

What’s the best thing about being a sissy? That’s hard to say because there are different types of sissies, and each of them are individuals! But today, we are going to talk about teasing and denying.

I love teasing daddy a lot. Just the other day I tried on a bunch of sexy Halloween costumes for him. I couldn’t figure out which one to wear to the neighbor’s Halloween party, and who knows better than daddy! He never lies to me, and he always tells me how sexy I look.

I had four costumes to try out, and I did a sexy little fashion show for him. I was a sexy witch, a sexy feline, a catholic school uniform and lastly, a sexy nurse in latex uniforms. Daddy chose the nurse uniform, of course.

Each time I stepped out, I flaunted my goodies in his face and his lap a few times. I did some twirls and bent over, so he could see my panties, but I wasn’t wearing panties in my last try-out. That really got daddy’s engine going.

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