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This particular night was the roleplay that broke him. He came in cocky. Hands in his pockets, pretending he was in control. I told him to sit. He hesitated. Wrong move. “I said sit!!” My voice sliced through the room like silk over steel. He obeyed. Slowly. I smiled. Good boy.

He wanted to “try something different,” something taboo. I told him I had a fantasy—and tonight, he’d play the part. He didn’t ask questions. That was mistake number two.

I walked around him in stilettos, slow and deliberate, dragging my fingernails across the back of his neck. “Tonight, I’m not your girl. I’m your instructor. And you’re going to learn how to please me properly. You’ve been slacking in your performance… and now, you’re staying after hours.” His breath hitched. His pants tightened. I grabbed his chin and made him look at me.
“I grade on obedience. And right now, you’re failing.” I tied his wrists behind the chair with my silk scarf, slid my thigh over his lap, and whispered all the filthy things he’d have to do to earn extra credit. I traced my tongue along his ear, then slapped his cheek. Gently. Enough to make his Continue reading “The Roleplay That Broke Him” →

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He calls the shots and I love it. It starts with a look. Not the kind of look that asks. The kind that commands. The kind that tells you what you’re going to do—and you already know you’re going to do it. He was older. Powerful. Hands always in his pockets, voice low, calm… but his eyes? They owned me before he ever touched me.

“I see the way you look at me,” he said one day, closing the door behind us. “You want to be told what to do, don’t you?” I didn’t answer. I just dropped my eyes and nodded. “Strip. Knees. Now.” And I obeyed. God, I obeyed.

I knelt on the floor—bare, trembling, wet. He circled me like a predator with all the time in the world. He touched me only when he wanted to, how he wanted to. One hand in my hair, the other between my thighs. Every whimper was permission for him to take more.

“You’re not allowed to cum until I say so,” he warned. “Understand?” “Yes, Sir.”
That’s when the game really began. He bent me over his desk, tied my wrists behind my Continue reading “He Calls the Shots—And I Love It” →

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Room 619 – The night I let go. I wasn’t supposed to be there. Not in that hotel. Not in that hallway. And definitely not in that bed with him. But the second the elevator doors opened and I saw his silhouette leaning against the wall near Room 619, I felt my pulse throb between my thighs. He didn’t say a word when I walked up—just opened the door, let me in, and locked it behind us.

We were both supposed to behave. He’s off-limits—older, taken, dangerous. But I’ve never been a good girl. I’ve always had a taste for what I shouldn’t touch. And tonight, I needed to be ruined. The second the door clicked shut, he was on me. Hands greedy. Mouth desperate. I moaned into his kiss like I’d been holding it in for weeks—because I had. My dress hit the floor before I could even gasp. His hands were rough, his grip unforgiving, and it made me ache.

He threw me on the bed like I was his favorite secret. His mouth traveled down my body, kissing, biting, worshipping. When he slid his fingers inside me, I arched so hard I nearly broke. “So wet for Continue reading “Room 619 – The Night I Let Go” →

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The stranger at the bar was my boyfriend. It was his idea. “Let’s play pretend tonight,” he said. “You be you—but act like you’ve never met me.” He told me where to meet him: a dark lounge tucked in the corner of the city, moody lighting, velvet booths. I walked in like I didn’t belong to anyone. Red lips, black heels, no bra under my silk blouse.

He was sitting at the bar, one hand around a whiskey glass, the other draped casually across his lap. He didn’t even glance at me at first. When he did, his eyes lit up with pure hunger. “You here alone?” he asked, voice low, dangerous. “For now,” I answered, sliding onto the stool beside him.

He bought me a drink. Let his hand graze my thigh as we talked about everything and nothing. My heart was racing—and I knew we were both fighting the urge to drop the act. But it made everything hotter.

Thirty minutes later, we stumbled into a hotel room like we’d just met. He pushed me against the door, yanked my blouse open, and kissed me like he didn’t know my name. He fucked me rough, like Continue reading “The Stranger at the Bar Was My Boyfriend” →

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He thought he could handle me. He was confident when we met. The kind of man who thought he’d seen and done it all. “I don’t scare easy,” he said with a cocky smile, sipping his drink. I smirked. “You haven’t met a woman like me yet!” We went back to my place, and I could feel the energy shift as soon as the door closed. He kissed me hard—hands on my hips, tongue demanding. But I let him have his fun… for a minute.

Then I shoved him back against the wall, dropped to my knees, and yanked his pants down. “Still feeling brave?” I asked, stroking him slow, watching his breath skip beats. His hands reached for my hair. I slapped them away. “No touching!” I demanded. That was the first rule. “You don not get to touch the queen until I tell you too.The second came after I dragged him to the bedroom and told him to strip.

He obeyed, surprisingly quiet now. I tied him to the chair—naked, exposed, and so fucking hard he was dripping. “I’m going to ruin you,” I whispered, straddling his lap, grinding against him with just enough friction to drive Continue reading “He Thought He Could Handle Me” →

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Drinking on control was the game. The forbidden cocktail of power and pleasure. It started with a clink of ice in a glass—innocent enough. Sweet. Fizzy. Just a little too pink. But tonight wasn’t about innocence. He told me to drink. I didn’t ask what was in it. That was the game. Consent whispered in the background of every command, every glance, every touch. I had agreed long before the first sip. The rules were known. The limits were drawn. Safe words tucked neatly behind my teeth, just in case.

The liquid slid down my throat like silk, warmth blooming in my chest. One drink became two. My cheeks flushed. Body loosened up. Thoughts, always so sharp and defiant, started to melt into something… pliable. He watched. Always watching. “You’re feeling it now, aren’t you?” he asked, fingers curling around my jaw. I nodded, unable to lie. My body was betraying me—in the most delicious way. Every sensation was amplified. Every word he spoke sent shivers across my skin.

He made me stand. Made me bend. Made me stay. The room spun slowly, like a carousel of lust. His voice was the only anchor I had, commanding and calm, telling

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Your Balls

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CBT with you and your balls sounds like a perfect night to me. I had a caged boy toy over recently and was able to use a new pair of heels to drive him crazy.

He came to me caged, as he can’t take it off without my permission, and as I removed the device it was clear that he was already beginning to get excited. The anticipation of release looked to be overwhelming. I began to kiss his cock as it began to rise. Then I gently stroked his tight balls and licked them too. Since I knew what was coming I wanted to ease him into this.

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Damn, you just can’t get enough, can you? A fucking pervert and honestly, I love it. You have to go through your day pretending to be a fine upstanding citizen and I just sit here knowing you will be back to me tonight. Just like clockwork, your sorry p ass comes to play. You want to play hard to get and tell me how you are so sorry and feel so bad and want to change your ways, but I know that is just an act. As you cry and beg and plead with me to believe you, I turn on some hot little one porn. You’re distracted and I laugh. You almost stop telling me how you have changed as your pants start to pooch. Good god, you fucking pervert. Why even bother with the act?

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Your boy pussy is begging for a pegging! It twitches and tingles when you look at my sexy Mistress body and imagine me strapping up to stab your slut silt with my hot silicock! Bend over bitch boy! I will harness up and slip inside you ,giving you the best in pegging phone sex you will ever receive.

My sexy MILF Mistress , sultry tone and ability to control you with my big fake dick will bring you the hottest of orgasms…IF I ALLOW IT. Sometimes, I couple edging with pegging. You can touch when I say. I wear the dick in this relationship, so don’t be lazy and spread your cheeks, to ensure your peghole swallows every single inch!

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Look at me, I’m simply Superior. My Alpha attitude and my dazzling Dominance make me a top all of the time. If you want to serve Me, you must be submissive or subservient at all times. Your wallet aches to be rinsed, your boy pussy begs to be plundered and you want to worship the Goddess in front of you. I know that you recognize that I’m above you, and that’s where I belong.

Oh, you are but an instrument of worship, full of money and prizes. You understand that all of your money belongs to Me, right? You know that me edging you, teasing you, and fucking you with my big silicone dick only makes you more addicted than you were in the first place. I have your plastic because I’m simply Superior.

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