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DICK

Posted 3 days ago by Cory

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

Being an ABDL Mama means I’ve changed my fair share of diapers with practiced efficiency. I’ve soothed grown men as they weep, and lull them to sleep after storytime in the rocking chair I bought at an estate sale. To them, I’m the eternal mother who (mostly) forgives every mess they make.

That is, until the sun dips below the skyline, and all is quiet in my house. My Mama clothes hit the floor in a heap, replaced by a sheer black silk slip dress that clings to every one of my curves. The transition feels almost like I’m shedding my skin. By day, I provide my boys with order and comfort. But by night, I crave the deliciousness of sweat. Anarchy. Chaos. DICK.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

Julian is usually a masterpiece of obedience. Today, however, he is serving a much more practical purpose. He is kneeling on the hardwood floor, with his back arched just so, and his hands planted firmly in front of him, enduring the strain of my weight as I sit on him. He is my human ottoman.

Power is about absolute control, precision, and the delicate balance of reward and consequence. Julian understands this better than anyone. He lives to serve, and I live to rule. When I slide off his back to refill my glass of red, he stays frozen in place, with his head bowed. Such a good boy.

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Lilly (844-332-2639) ext 470

I have you on your back with your legs spread, and I’m sitting between them just staring. I rest my chin in my hand and study what you’re working with. No rush. No mercy. After a long moment, I reach out and pinch the tip between two fingers, lifting it slightly like I’m examining a curious little object.

“This is adorable,” I say. “Truly. I’ve seen bigger cocktail wieners.” I let it drop and watch it settle against your stomach. Then I lean in close and blow a soft stream of air across it, watching it twitch and try to grow. “Aww, it’s getting excited. Still looks like a thumb though.”

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I didn’t come to the county fair for the funnel cakes or the dizzying spin of the Ferris wheel. I came because I needed a distraction. Thankfully, I found one. He was standing near the shadows of the abandoned haunted house, watching the crowd while sipping on an ice cold fountain drink.

His name was Robbie. Or at least, that’s what he told me. Robbie was cute. His dark hair curled slightly at the nape of his neck and his smile made my pussy wet. He didn’t ask if I was alone…he just kinda knew. And I liked that about him. “You look like you’re waiting for something to happen,” he murmured, as he looked me in the eye. I felt like a snack. “Maybe I am,” I replied, holding his gaze.

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Lilly (844-332-2639) ext 470

The party is loud, the drinks are strong, and I decide I want him the second he looks at me across the room. I don’t play. I walk straight over, stand a little too close, and let my eyes drop to his mouth while I talk. When the conversation turns flirty I lean in and tell him exactly what I’m thinking—how I noticed him, how long it’s been since I got fucked properly, how I’m not looking for anything complicated tonight. Just something hot, nasty, dirty and now.

We end up in a locked bathroom down the hall. The music is still thumping through the wall. I push him back against the sink, drop to my knees, and pull his cock out without any more talking. I take him into my mouth deep and messy, looking up at him the whole time, making it wet and loud on purpose. When he’s fully hard I stand up, turn around, pull my dress up over my hips, and tell him to fuck me.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

He was devastatingly handsome, yet every twenty minutes, he’d shift uncomfortably in his chair. Sweat started beading on his upper lip and his eyes darted toward the exit with panicked urgency. It was fascinating.

When he finally excused himself for the third time in an hour, I followed him out of curiosity. I found him leaning against the corridor wall outside the men’s room with his eyes clenched shut. A dark stain had visibly spread across the light gray fabric of his pants. He very clearly hadn’t made it this time.

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Findom Goddess

Posted 2 weeks ago by Stella

Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

To the uninitiated, I’m merely a woman. But to the submissive, devotion-starved men who slide into my DMs, I’m a findom goddess. More specifically, I’m the one they willingly submit to, while transferring their hard-earned cash into my bank account in exchange for the exquisite privilege of my acknowledgment.

Tuesdays in my DMs are unlike any other day of the week. The weekend’s remorse has worn off and the impulse to grovel returns in full force. Ping…Ping…Ping. My phone buzzes all day. I usually won’t respond until I’ve finished my morning espresso. I do this strategically of course, as the anticipation builds in their weak little man brains until they’re about to pop.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Riley is mostly a sweet boy, but he occasionally forgets he’s a baby. He likes to think he’s a big boy. He stands a little taller, speaks in a slightly deeper register, and (worst of all) sometimes decides he doesn’t need to wear a diaper. As if! lol It’s kinda dumb to think that leaving the safety of his thick, crinkly padding behind for the day is wise. But we all know babies are pretty dumb to begin with!

Yesterday was one of those days. He swore up and down that he was “mature enough” to go grocery shopping in his big boy underwear. True to form, halfway down the cereal aisle, the consequence caught up with him. By the time we made it back to the car, he was desperately trying to hide the spreading stain at the front of his shorts.

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Lilly (844-332-2639) ext 470

I am the therapist who never stays professional during therapy. You sit across from me in the quiet office, already nervous. Then I let the silence stretch until you start filling it with everything you’ve been hiding—the needs, the things you’ve never said out loud to anyone. I listen. I nod. Then I ask soft, precise questions that peel you open further. Every answer makes you smaller in the chair. Every admission makes my smile a little warmer.

I tell you there’s nothing wrong with wanting to give up control. I tell you it’s brave to admit how badly you need to be taken apart. My voice stays calm and clinical while the words get filthier. I make you describe exactly what you think about when you’re alone. I make you say the words out loud—how you want to be used, how you want to be told what you are, how you want someone to stop letting you pretend you’re in charge.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

There I was, innocently walking down the hallway of my house, carrying a stack of fresh towels and a pack of extra thick baby wipes. When, suddenly, I heard giggling coming from the playroom. I stopped at the doorway, taking in the scene. Leo was currently trying to build a block tower that defied the laws of physics. “Good morning, my little sweetpea,” I said, as I leaned against the doorframe with a smile. Leo immediately threw his arms up in the air. “Mama! Up!”

Ten minutes later, after some very important snuggle time, he was laid out on the changing table, kicking his chubby legs happily as I expertly applied diaper cream and secured the tabs on his fresh crinkly diaper. For the record, changing diapers is practically second nature to me now. I can do it one handed while simultaneously pouring apple juice.

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