1844-33-CANDY EXT 423

The elevator doors slide open, revealing the expansive marble floors of my sugar daddy’s penthouse. I step out, heels clicking against the cool stone, and I can feel your eyes on me, hungry and eager. I turn to you, a smirk playing on my lips. “You know what I want for dessert, don’t you?”

You nod, a mix of anticipation and nervousness in your eyes. That look on you is absolutely lovable. I walk over to the plush couch, my dress riding up slightly with each step, giving you a teasing glimpse of my thighs. I turn around, my back to you, and slowly unzip my dress, letting it fall to the floor in a pool of silk. Then I step out of it, standing in nothing but my black lace thong and heels.

“Come here,” I command, my voice firm yet inviting. You approach me, your eyes roaming over my body, taking in every curve and line. I turn around, my ass now facing you, and I bend over slightly, giving you a perfect view of my ass. “You know what to do,” I say, looking back at you over my shoulder. Continue reading “Dessert for My Sugar Daddy”

Alex 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 425

Now is as good of a time as any to share about the silly little client that came wandering over to me. He doesn’t need a name, because there is only one thing he is. A little loser piggie! This piggie really made me laugh, I won’t lie. He comes crawling over to me, ready to serve me. All he wanted to do was make me laugh at his pathetic little piggie self. And I will say, he did a good job of it. This gross piggie wanted to lick my dirty feet while humping his little blankie butt-naked. And wanna know the best part?

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Tessa 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 445

I have an itch, and it won’t go away until I feed it what it’s craving. It’s one of those days where I can’t stop thinking about it, until I get it. You know what I want. Feed my need. Happiness for this Mistress means something so completely different. A sense of dark, abstract, twisted and taboo. When Mistress Tessa owns you, it’s life transforming.

You are my sub. Inevitably, you are my fix, my high that satisfies this craving of mine. When I think about this feeling, it’s almost as if your obedience sends me into a dominating frenzy. My orders are relatively simple. You listen, you obey, and you eventually become mine. I will own you. And whether it happened upon the first look, or the first attempt to look at me with those fearful yet curious eyes, it happened. You became mine. Reflect back for a moment though, because you want this. There is a craving deep within you for me. You need me badly, and you need me to thrive within you.

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