Mommy's Wittle Diapee Fag

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

My hand smoothed over the diaper tab and rubbed over the tiny button underneath. It’s such an itty bitty, useless clit that Mommy keeps it covered with crinkly diapers so I don’t have to look at how pathetic it is. Honestly, it embarrasses me to see how much it leaks. I tried putting it in panties, but it just soaked through them! Diapers were needed to absorb the loser’s desperation.

“Almost ready,” I coo at my wittle diapee fag. Helping him sit up so I can clip the pink bra in place and tug the matching thong over the hugely padded diaper. “Oh, I nearly forgot!” I hold up the baby bib and tie it about the sissy’s neck. His cheeks are so red, and he can’t even meet my eyes as I clip a massive bubble gum pink bow onto his head.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 et 407

It all started innocently enough. My friend, Gary – a man whose beard had a beard and whose idea of a challenging morning was deciding between two different artisanal coffee blends – casually asked if I could “help out” for a few weeks. He’d apparently aggravated an old sports injury, which sounded legitimate at the time. My visions were of fetching him an extra-large pizza and maybe a few remote controls. Never did I envision myself becoming, for lack of a better term, his “Mama.”

The first clue was the distinct odor of Johnson’s Baby Powder mixed with something vaguely earthy. Then came the sights. A crib, oversized bottles, a mountainous pile of what I initially mistook for industrial-grade pillow stuffing, but which quickly resolved into absurdly large, plastic-backed diapers. And there, nestled amidst a sea of plush toys and a particularly garish cartoon blanket, was Gary. Not the beard-having, coffee-snob Gary I knew, but a version clad in a pastel blue onesie, sucking on a pacifier the size of a teacup, gazing up at me with eyes that seemed far too innocent for a man who owed taxes.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

They call me many things. “That Stella,” they’ll say, “she’s…French.” As if that one word explains it all. They see the confident stride, the red lipstick, the way my eyes meet theirs without apology. They see a woman comfortable in her skin, undeniably so, and they fill in the blanks with their own assumptions. A certain kind of woman, they think…A slut…A whore.

It’s true, I don’t shy away from desire. And yes, a man who knows how to truly hold a woman, how to make her pulse quicken, is a rare and beautiful thing. But for all the gossip, for all the whispered judgments, they miss the crucial detail: I am impossibly, ruthlessly, agonizingly selective. Most men? They don’t even get a second glance.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

The brochure for “Carnal Kingdom” was a masterpiece of suggestive design: neon lights, blurred figures, and a tagline that read, “Not your grandmother’s carnival.” On vacation last week, seeking something beyond the usual tourist traps, this adults-only amusement park seemed like a perfect diversion. Especially for a girl like me.

The park lived up to its name, with rides like “The G-Spotter” and “Wet Dream Falls.” But one attraction, towering over the rest with its garish, phallic silhouette, immediately caught my eye: the “Cocktival.” “You gotta try it,” a heavily tattooed guy in line ahead of me grinned, adjusting his novelty penis-shaped hat. “It’s an experience.”

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Subby Teen

Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228

As a subby teen my weakness is a tall, strong man. I know that I come across as an outgoing party girl. But I’m really a sub at heart. Sometimes I love giving up all control to a strong man and being the submissive slut that so many of you have come to know and love.

I’ve always gotten a little tingle in my panties when being told what to do. Even as a younger girl. When I would get in trouble with my parents, I would notice this strange feeling and I couldn’t really figure out what was happening. I was honestly a bit worried but then I got a little older and realized that I was just a horny, subby teen. Once I figured that out all I wanted was to be controlled.

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Bethany

 I was his sultry dominatrix , and he was my sissy submissive slut. Brought him out of his shell, and helped him find confidence. So after a few months of play time, he stated to me that he couldn’t be my sissy slut, because he had found himself a new relationship. I actually had liked him, and I loved the fun we were having to be honest.  Brought him out if his shell, and made him more confident.

I needed a rebound fling. I decided to go out, needed my fix for domination.

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Roxy 1(844) 332-2639 Ext 414

A lady doesn’t kiss and tell. A lot of dancers tend to be very jealous, competitive, catty, insecure, and petty. They sometimes feel the need to brag to the other girls about which clients they’ve been entertaining privately. But a lady should never kiss and tell. There are a few quirky clients that somehow get off on that. And of course, in that case, we give them what they want. But most respect their privacy.

Gossip has been spreading about a relationship I’m having with my friend’s father. You might remember that she had a party at his house. And that was the night I met him. He’s a big sweetheart. He’s confident, mature, and quiet. But his big dick energy in potent and undeniable. The best part is his huge heart. I’m really falling for him. But it’s no one else’s business. My friend works with us at the club, so that doesn’t make the situation any easier. All of the girls have been giving me the third degree. They all know that he’s very wealthy. What they don’t know is that he’s been spoiling me like crazy. He’s the best sugar daddy I’ve ever had.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

As I walked into the bedroom, I locked eyes with my sissy, dressed in an outfit put together by yours truly, Mistress Diana. Today’s theme was pink and white polka dots, a cute ensemble that accentuated his feminine curves. But what truly transformed the look was the pair of matching panties I made him wear.

It had taken some convincing at first, but my sissy eventually understood that pleasing his Mistress meant embracing this particular kink. Now, he eagerly awaited my approval, his petite frame radiating a mix of excitement and nervousness.

“Darling, you look absolutely stunning today,” I purred, my voice dripping with seduction. “And those panties … perfect choice.”

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Stephanie 844-332-2639 Ext 454 

We met at a taco stand, I was fucking hungry waiting for my order when I saw him peering at me in the corner of my eye. I turned my head towards him, he smiled at me. A sexy smile, a delicious smile. I smiled back at him thinking of how cute I thought he was. 

After a short period of time and after getting my order I decided to head home so I could eat. “Wait, hold on” he announced waving my way. I turned and stood there. “I wanted to ask you something and you can slap me, I won’t be mad” I laughed, a look of confusion across my face.  

“Could I draw you?” I glanced side to side. “What kind of drawing?” “Like you, your face, your body. I’m an artist and I love to draw. Especially beautiful women.” I laughed thinking this was something I just couldn’t pass up. “Sure…” I responded. He immediately smiled a huge big smile. “Thank you. Here, take my card” he asked handing me a small business card.  

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I crave the secrets hidden within your mind, the forbidden desires that make you tremble with need. I invite you to confide in me, to whisper into my ear the darkest, dirtiest, most taboo thoughts that set your body alight with primal lust.

No judgment, only understanding and consent. In my presence, you are free to unshackle your repressed longings, to speak them aloud without fear of condemnation. I will listen intently as you confess what makes your cock hard and what fantasies consume you in the night.

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