Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270

It’s not common to find Mommy in a diaper, but every now and then, I like to surprise my big boy. Unfortunately, he’d been very stressed with work, pulling double shifts, and even working overtime. As a result, there hadn’t been a lot of time to embrace his little side. I knew there had to be a way to help him regress with Mommy and release all that adult world stress.

Just before he was due to come home, I taped myself into a thick, crinkly diaper and nothing else. Then, I lay on our bed with his diaper folded and ready beside me for when we walked into the room.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

I can’t believe how this all started. He walked into my office and asked, “What should I do Dr. Julie?” He was a broken man. But life can change so quickly. Sometimes when we are hurting, we feel like it will never get better. Or when bad things happen, we wonder why something so devastating is happening to us. But it happens for a reason. We may not be able to see it at the time. But eventually, we realize that it was because something way better was about to happen.

We had the most amazing dinner date. It was so romantic. We talked for hours. And at the end of the evening, he invited me to a beachfront luxury resort the following weekend. I was absolutely giddy all week. It was so much fun shopping for stuff for my weekend getaway. I was so excited! It felt like a fairytale. I couldn’t believe how everything had aligned in our lives, and we found our way to each other. It all felt too good to be true. But it was. We were both on cloud nine.

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Tiny Tim

Posted 1 day ago by Bethany

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Bethany 1844-33- CANDY ext 260

He was super embarrassed. Cheeks red, and flushed. I could tell he was a bit insecure when I approached him and casually asked to suck his cock. He was really cute, with eyes that glowed. He has these blue / ice colored eyes that seem to look right through you. Memorizing. Hypnotic. Tiny Tim.

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Mistress Janine 1-844-332-2639 ext 462

Confess to me, sissy.  Tell Mistress Janine exactly what you’re craving and need.  He came into my office with a shy look on his face.  I asked him to sit down.  Then I assured him my office was a safe place to admit his desires.  He leaned across my desk and whispered low and slow.  I crave dicks to suck.

I leaned back in my chair and smiled at him across the desk.  Then I told him he’d confessed to the right woman.  He’d complete his transformation into his true self with me.  I stood up and came around the desk to take his hand.

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Tinkering Trio

Posted 3 days ago by Francie

Tinkering Trio

Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208

My step-dad is having his weekly poker night in his tinkering room. He builds all kinds of weird things in there. He’s been begging me to hang out with him in there so we could bond, but I don’t care about all the weird science things he messes with. Mom is gone for the weekend, and I can hear his ***** friends laughing and joking as they play their stupid card game.

All of a sudden, the power throughout the whole house flickers and goes out. At the same time, the noise from the tinkering room goes silent. After a few seconds, I hear the backup generator roar to life, and a few lights come back on. When the sounds of grown men playing their games don’t start back up, I wander down the hall to find out what happened.

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The Mistake

Posted 4 days ago by Diana

Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I’ve always been diligent about my work, so when I made a critical error that jeopardized a major project, I knew I was in for it. My boss, Mr. Blackwood, summoned me to his office, his expression grim.

As I entered, I felt a mix of dread and shame. He gestured for me to close the door and take a seat. I did, fidgeting anxiously under his piercing gaze.

“This mistake of yours could cost the company a significant amount of money and damage our reputation,” he stated, his voice low and controlled. “You need to learn a lesson about responsibility.”

Before I could respond, he stood and circled his desk, his eyes burning into mine. He abruptly grabbed my wrists and pulled me to my feet, binding them behind my back using leather restraints.

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Help Me Unwind

Posted 4 days ago by Rita

Help Me Unwind

Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

Long days turn into longer weeks, and before you know it, stressful months add up. The tension locks into my muscles, and it feels almost impossible to unwind. The only thing that can help me achieve some stress relief is a hot bath overflowing with bubbles. The heat of the water makes the room steamy, and the candlelight flickers. Making shadows lick across my curves as I sink into the waiting water.

My head leans back to brace against the edge of the tub, and my eyes close. That’s when I hear my lady’s maid enter. A soft smile pulls at my lips, and I settle deeper into the water. Exhaling deeply as my sissy maid kneels near my shoulder.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I remember the first time I truly embraced my role as an ABDL Mama. It wasn’t some grand revelation under a disco ball, it was more like a slow, creeping realization. Things began innocently enough, with a few playful indulgences. But before I knew it, my linen closet was less about sheets and more about industrial-sized diaper bundles. And my mornings routinely kicked off with a debate over whether the “baby” preferred his pureed squash or a somewhat lumpy oatmeal.

The alarm clock wasn’t just ringing anymore; it was practically a lullaby for grown men in footie pajamas, and I frequently found myself trying to decipher complex grunts and gurgles. To anyone else, they would sound like a malfunctioning plumbing system but, to me, they were clearly demands for more juice. My grocery runs became legendary. Gone were the days of buying kale and quinoa! My trips to the grocery store are more about a veritable convoy of baby wipes, oversized onesies, and enough powdered formula to feed a small army. An army that, conveniently, always needed a nap after consuming said formula.

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slut

Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

I’ve always had a reputation for being a bit of a free spirit. I was born in Quebec, and maybe that’s where my love for adventure comes from. We all know the Quebecois are fond of adventures! I’ve never been afraid to explore my desires, and that’s exactly what brought me to this small, romantic town on the coast of Italy last week. I’d been wandering the winding streets, taking in the sights and sounds, when I stumbled upon a quaint little cafe. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries wafted through the air, and I couldn’t resist stepping inside.

As I entered, I noticed a handsome man sitting alone at a table near the window. His eyes met mine, and I felt a spark ignite within me. He smiled, and I found myself drawn to him like a moth to a flame. I approached him, my hips swaying seductively as I walked. “Mind if I join you?” I asked, my French accent on full display. He grinned and his eyes sparkled with mischief. “Please, do,” he said, gesturing to the empty chair across from him.

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cock carnival

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

On my tropical vacation last week, I’d somehow stumbled upon this adults-only amusement park called “Erotica Land.” It wasn’t advertised on any mainstream tourist sites, more like a whispered legend passed between hostel-dwellers. Intrigued, and admittedly a little bored, I found myself walking through its surprisingly tasteful, yet undeniably suggestive, gates.

The park was a kaleidoscope of risqué rides and themed attractions, but one particular monstrosity dominated the skyline: a colossal, undeniably phallic structure that twisted skyward. A neon sign at its base pulsed with a name that made me snort-laugh: “The Cocktival.” I couldn’t resist. As I got into the line, a theme park employee, looking suspiciously like a retired burlesque dancer, handed me two items. “For the cream, sweetie,” she purred, pressing a sealed condom and a pair of industrial-strength swim goggles into my palm. My eyebrows shot up. This was going to be an experience.

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