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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

He owned a laser hair removal company. It was a slow afternoon, and he was in a talkative mood. I think he was just lonely and wanted someone to talk to. He told me that he was so appreciative of me for listening. Then he told me that he was going to give me a lifetime of free full body laser hair removal. I couldn’t believe it. I’d always wanted laser hair removal. But it’s so expensive. I thanked him profusely. He knew how excited and appreciative I was. That made him happy. He said that it made him feel so good to be able to reciprocate for my kindness.

It felt almost too good to be true. But after making the appointment I knew it was. She asked me if I wanted numbing cream. But I told her no. I felt like my pain tolerance was okay. And everything I read said it feels like a rubberband popping you. That didn’t sound so bad. But boy, was I wrong!

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The Mistake

Posted 1 month ago by Diana

Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I’ve always been diligent about my work, so when I made a critical error that jeopardized a major project, I knew I was in for it. My boss, Mr. Blackwood, summoned me to his office, his expression grim.

As I entered, I felt a mix of dread and shame. He gestured for me to close the door and take a seat. I did, fidgeting anxiously under his piercing gaze.

“This mistake of yours could cost the company a significant amount of money and damage our reputation,” he stated, his voice low and controlled. “You need to learn a lesson about responsibility.”

Before I could respond, he stood and circled his desk, his eyes burning into mine. He abruptly grabbed my wrists and pulled me to my feet, binding them behind my back using leather restraints.

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

The ordination of the consequences of my choices were proximate to my being bratty with Sir.  Sometimes I just get caught up in the moment and my mouth gets me into more trouble than I had originally planned.  Though sometimes, that’s still a positive outcome for me.  This, however, was not to be one of those times.

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Medical Cum Extraction

Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244

My white lab coat hung open, exposing my giant tits that threatend to spill over my bra. I’m not sure if the patient was able to focus on my tits, with much more pressing matters at hand. The boy was strapped down to the gurney, his legs spread wide in stirrups and his hands restrained over his head to keep them out of the way.

“I’ll rub on this numbing gel and you shouldn’t feel the shiny tip at all.” I smiled watching him pant. “You aren’t nervous, are you?” My latex-gloved hands slathered the cool gel over his scrotum, and he whined.

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Mistress Gets What Mistress Wants

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

The day had been long and stressful, so I decided to prowl the bar near the office before going home. Frustration and anger were buzzing inside of me, scratching underneath my skin like an itch I couldn’t reach. I wanted to control someone, maybe even hurt them a little.

The tiny bar was busy as I scanned the crowd for my next lucky victim. I wasn’t in the mood for playing games; the boy would have to be obviously submissive and willing to skip the small talk. My gaze moved over my options until I found him. A businessman hunched over the bar, nursing a drink. Quickly i squeezed through the patrons until my tits bumps against my targets back. He shifted a bit and barely looked over his shoulder. My hand skimmed up his side, over his shoulder to the back of his neck, where I gripped him firmly in my little hand. His whole body seemed to relax with that one hold. I pressed my lips to his ear and made my offer.

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

Are you a man with violent tendencies? Then you’re a man who need an outlet for those needs and urges.  Take a look at me and know that you need to look no further.  I might be petite but I’m not fragile.  I don’t mind if you get a little rough.  In fact, you can get more than a little rough with me.  Sometimes one just needs to engage in a fast and hard rage fucking to take a care of those violent desires.  Do you want me to fight back and return your rage with scratches and pulling your hair while you pound me mercilessly?  Or perhaps you want me more vulnerable and helpless, all tied up unable to stop you from doing whatever you want.

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Game Night

Posted 10 months ago by Rachel

Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

The other night I was getting ready for Game Night. I’m hosting it on December 4th, next Wednesday! The game topic is Sex Toys & Gadgets. So I was getting pics ready for the game. And if you know me, you know I have a sex toy fetish. So looking at all the toys was making me so horny. Of course I had to get out my toys and start playing with them. Before I knew it, I was deep into fantasy, fifty shades style. I was being dominated by a big strong Daddy. He had me bent over his lap spanking me with a paddle. As the sting subsides, I feel the soft tickle of a flogger. And then the stinging whip of the flogger. It was a mixture of pain and pleasure. And it felt so good. Next, he blindfolded me. Then he handcuffed me and tied me to the bed. I had chills in anticipation of what was to come. All of a sudden, I felt the sharp pinch of nipple clamps. It felt like they were biting my nipples off. Hot candle wax then drips all over them and down my stomach.

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You’re late

Posted 10 months ago by Amber

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

“You’re late,” I say, checking my watch as you slide into the chair across from me. “Sorry, traffic was a heavy,” you apologize, signaling the waitress for a cup of coffee. “So, what’s good here?” I raise an eyebrow at you. “I’m not a menu, Alex.” You laugh, the sound warm and genuine. “No, I meant the coffee shop. What’s good here?” I shrug. “Their lattes are decent. But if you’re looking for something stronger, I know a place around the corner.”

You lean forward, eyes sparkling with interest. “Oh? Do tell.” I smirk. “I’ll take that as a yes. But first, let me finish my coffee.” You sit back, sipping your own drink as you watch me. I can feel your gaze on me, and I can’t help but squirm a little under your scrutiny. I’m wearing my favorite little black dress, the one that hugs my curves just right and leaves little to the imagination. I know I look good, and I can tell from the way your eyes keep drifting down to my cleavage that you agree. Finally, I finish my coffee and stand up, grabbing my purse. “Ready?” You nod, and we make our

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

I crave to be referred to as malapert.  You know I love to be cheeky and enjoy witty banter.  But I try to be careful never to cross the line into outright insolence.  I like to be engaging and fun, not rude and disrespectful.  A playful battle of wills and wits always add spice to a relationship and interaction.  It’s so fun to pit one’s witty vocabulary against another.

I see life as an adventure.  Every day is a chance to learn something new.  If we insist on being safe and taking the easy way, what kind of life are we living?  We should try new things and expand our world and experiences.  People crave to explore ourselves and the world around us.  That includes our sexuality.  Step outside of your comfort zone though not outside of your personal boundaries.

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clothes

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

“Take off your clothes, Amber. I want to see you naked,” you command me with a smirk on your face. I do as I’m told, stripping down to my lacy lingerie. “All of it. I want to see every inch of you.” I comply, removing my bra and panties, leaving myself completely exposed. You take a step closer to me, your eyes roaming over my body. “You’re so fucking sexy, Amber. I can’t wait to make you mine.”

You lead me over to your bed, pushing me down onto it. You rummage through your drawers, pulling out a length of rope and a blindfold. “I’m going to make you my little slut, Amber. And you’re going to love it.” You tie my hands together above my head, securing them to the bed frame. You then blindfold me, leaving me in the darkness. I can feel your breath on my skin as you lean over me. “Don’t move,” you warn me before walking away. I hear the sound of you rummaging through your drawers again, and then the sound of something being unzipped while feel a cold sensation on my inner thigh, and then the feeling of something being

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