Tag: Humiliation

Mommy Felicity's Diaper Dummy

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Take a look at my Diaper Dummy. She’s cute for sure, and thank fuck cus nothing is going on upstairs at all. And sadly, she DOES have a big ol’ diaper dicky, but the fucking loser has used a wand on it so much she can’t even cum without it! So the other day we were playing, I was controlling the plug in her pussy, and she begged, “Please, Mommy, can I cum.”

I love diaper cummies, so I say, of course, but no wand. I really hate when a clitstick has become too numbed by constant masturbation; it ruins so much of my fun. So she was told to just hump her diaper against her mattress and cum for Mommy. BUT SOMEONE CHEATED!!

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Bottom

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You’re a bottom feeder. A less than. Not much more than the dirt stuck to my pretty shoes. I know it’s been hard for you to find a place where you feel like you belong. You know you aren’t a man, but you don’t want to be a sissy.

Diapers don’t appeal to you, and yet, you feel like there is nowhere else for you to go. TS Goddess Alexus is here to help you find that special place just for ass lickers and cum suckers like you. So allow me to show you that bottom-feeder place where you should thrive.

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Blue balls

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Sitting in front of his computer at work, dick in hand, he stroked. Hig blue balls tensing; he’d been edging for hours now. The pornstar playing on the screen looked nothing like his little wife at home. She was filthy; precum smeared all over her pretty face. His wife would never do something like that. She was too proper to be the cum slut he desired.

Hunched forward as he stroked himself closer and closer to orgasm. A groan shifted out of his chest; just a few more strokes and he’d feel the release he was craving. Instead of achieving the orgasm, he’d hoped for, his proper wife breezed into his office door.

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S.W.A.K

Posted 2 years ago by Francie

S.W.A.K

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Do you remember when you started writing your first love notes? How you’d spill your secrets with ink, confident no one but the intended eyes would read them. Did you scribble “S.W.A.K” on the back, or was that something just girls did? Do you remember what it stood for?

Sealed With a kiss. Your confession of love and lust may have been sealed with a press of your lips to the envelope, but I hate to tell you the girl you sent it with shared your words. Even then, you were nothing but a laughing stock to women.

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You mentioned last night how you had this super important zoom meeting today. Your boss’s boss would be there. All the big wigs of your company and you were presenting. We snuggled in bed with my cum leaking out of your asshole while you told me how nervous you were. Obviously, I comforted you and reassured you that you would do incredible. Surely you had nothing to worry about.

Well, you didn’t until you told me about the meeting. So I showed up at your office today just before the scheduled zoom. You looked so cute in your suit with your blue tie. I sat in your desk chair and pulled out my cock. “Alexus, what are you doing? The meeting’s all set up. They’ll be on any minute now.” I shrugged.

“Then you better get rid of this hard-on.”

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It’s time to stop hiding. Stop hiding, sissy!

The phrase “female supremacy” was born to describe me. Not every woman was born to dominate, like I was – but you know that, don’t you? What I possess cannot be taught. Your mom, your girlfriend, your wife, and all the women in your life are just like you:

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All my life, I wanted a little sister. I didn’t think it was a big ask. My parents had already created one perfect princess; why couldn’t they just bring home another one? Someone I could play dress-up with and have tea parties with—basically, a live-in best friend. But no! Krysta never gets anything she wants! So do you know what they brought me instead?

A stinky baby BOY!

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UGH! Mommy asked you three times if you had to use the bathroom before we left for the birthday party. Then I asked you again when we arrived, but you were so excited to play with the other big boys that you promised me you didn’t have to go. I knew you couldn’t be a big boy, but I was willing to give you a chance.

And now look at us. Standing in the middle of a birthday party while all the other boys laugh at you for wetting your pants. The front of your jeans is completely soaked, and because Mommy wanted to believe you could handle yourself, I didn’t pack any extra clothing. So I’m going to have to ask one of the other Mommies for a diaper to change you into and a pair of dry pants. Continue reading “I Knew You Couldn’t Be a Big Boy” →

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A lot of women say they like their men, like they like their coffee. Dark and strong. Well, I’m not like most women. I like my men caged, gagged, and tied for my amusement. Nothing pleases me more than a helpless man restrained to my bed with his prick caged and his mouth silenced.

Men just think they are the best thing since sliced bread. So they strut around getting paid more for the same amount of work and earning credit for things we ladies do every fucking day without so much as a thank you. That’s why It’s so fun for me to put a man in his rightful place.

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Sitting at the end of the bed, you watch me and your Boss fucking. His fat dick is stretching me open in ways you’ve never been able to do. Long strokes of his cock reach deeper inside of me than you’ve ever dreamed of. This is what happens when you continually fall short of expectations at work. He’s an Alpha, a real man, and you are a beta bitch. So when he told you he would fuck your girl in front of you if you didn’t get your stuff together, you thought he was bluffing.

Then one more late report and you found yourself here. Straining in your pants, but he told you that you aren’t allowed to stroke. This time is about him and his pleasure. The condom he is fucking me with is your only saving grace, or so you think.

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