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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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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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tight teen pussy

Sweet Milan (844)-332-2639 ext 398

Daddy bet my tight teen pussy on a poker game. Every Sunday my dad’s friends come over for a friendly poker match, but this Sunday he was on a losing streak. He looked so panicked when I stopped by the table to bring more snacks and kiss Daddy goodnight. He asked me to kiss the cards good luck before I left. Then I heard one of his pervy friends joke that he had something else he could bet if he wanted to try to win his money back. His friends laughed and whistled, but I just went back to my room like nothing happened. 

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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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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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Yes, Mistress

Posted 4 weeks ago by Stella

Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

“You may enter,” I said. My voice was devoid of the theatrical sweetness I used for people I met in the outside world. Julian stepped inside of my dungeon and closed the heavy oak door behind him. He was a partner at a prominent corporate firm. The kind of guy who moved millions of dollars with a flick of his wrist and terrified junior associates with a single glance. Here, though, he was trembling and (like any good sub) refused to meet my gaze until I granted him permission.

“Good evening, Mistress Stella,” he murmured. “Look at me, Julian,” I commanded softly. He raised his eyes. They brimmed with a mix of terror and profound relief. He was entirely at my mercy. Exactly how he wanted to be. “Did you bring the ledger?” I asked, gesturing to the desk. “Yes, Mistress.” He quickly placed a black leather bound notebook on the edge. It contained every failure, every anxiety, and every humiliating mistake he had made that week. Mistakes he was forced to write down in agonizing detail as part of his penance.

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