Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

The Becketts felt horrible about how traumatized the haunted mansion had left me. So they invited me over for dinner. They wanted to talk to me and make sure that I was alright.

As I drove up to the house I started having flashbacks. I wasn’t sure that I would be able to go inside and follow through with the dinner. But I managed to suppress it. Once inside with the Becketts, I felt much more relaxed. But I will never be able to go in that room again. I might not even be able to go upstairs at all.

After dinner Mrs. Beckett told me that she had been so worried about me. She told me that when they found me, I was in shock, in a semi catatonic state, and covered in cum. There are still bits and pieces of that night that I don’t remember. She started caressing my cheek and telling me that she knows that I probably never want to be with another man after that happened. Then she assured me that she was there for me, and that she wanted to protect me and take care of me.

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Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

I couldn’t wait for my Sissyslut to come visit me at college. I had been planning this for weeks, and the anticipation was driving me wild. The day finally arrived, and there he was, standing at the dorm entrance, all nervous and eager. I met him with a wicked grin, my eyes roaming over his timid body. “Welcome to my world,” I purred.

I took him straight to my room, shutting the door behind us with a click. The room was already set up with an array of outfits and accessories. I ordered him to strip down to his underwear, and he complied with shaking hands. I circled him like a predator, admiring his body and my coming conquest.

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sissy test

Robotic Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

Do you ever wish there was a test that would just tell you, for sure, a hundred percent if you were a sissy bitch or a man? Honey, I have one! And it’s so simple you can take it right now!

I know you’ll be anxious about the results, but this little quiz is so quick and easy you’ll know if you are a sissy by the time you finish reading this blog! Sounds too good to be true, doesn’t it? Hehe, I want you to take a good look at my photo. Really, zoom in and have a look. What do you see? What turns you on? Think about how you would feel if you called me up and told me everything in that picture that made your dick twitch. Good, now keep reading for your results.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I pressed my soles into the damp earth, watching the rich, dark mud squelching between my toes, as I coated them in a thick, satisfying film. Daddy liked it when I committed, so I deliberately sought out the wettest patches and the places where fallen leaves were decaying into a rich, dark compost.

The mud was cool, but quickly warmed from my body heat. It slithered up my ankles, caking my arches, filling the spaces between my toes. I wiggled them, feeling the grittiness as the earthy smell rose to meet me. Perfect. When I finally padded back into the living room, leaving a trail of brown smudges on the polished wood, Daddy was waiting. He was in his usual armchair, a book open on his lap.

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

Being a naughty girl thrills me. Tonight, you’ve taken me out to a fancy dinner. I’ve dressed to tease you. Something tight, sleeveless, and it shows off more cleavage and thigh than you can stand. At first, you thought it was sexy that other men would be oogling your arm candy. It made you feel like the big man on campus to have such a sexy fucktoy at your side, but now, your cock is hurting.

We’re halfway through the appetizers, and when the waiter turns to leave, I tug the neckline down to flash you a supple tit. I can almost feel your groan from across the table. Giggling, I cover back up and act as if nothing has happened.

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Melanie 1-844-332-2639 ext 463

I was feeling so horny on one Thursday night, so I called up an old fuck buddy, Carl, to come over and have some fun with me. We used to fool around on a regular basis when I was back in school, so it was going to be a nice night catching up. There were some supplies set up beside my bed, especially some body oil.

I got ready, in my purple lingerie, and did my makeup to match. The doorbell rang and I got excited that Carl was finally here. I put on my silk robe to go downstairs to answer the door and let him inside. I told him we were going to be in my bedroom, and sent him upstairs to get himself ready, which didn’t take him long.

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xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

The Winter Witch blows in much like Jack Frost. One day, she isn’t there, and the next, she’s nipping at your heels. Some confuse her groans of frustration as blustering winds. The truth, however, is that the Winter Witch craves human males to satisfy her sexual appetite. Unfortunately, they become harder and harder for her to find in the cold.

She rustles through the forest, searching for hunters. The men bundled up and hunkered down, looking for prey who would have no idea that they would soon be just that. The Winter witch swirls around them like a flurry of white snow, only to appear before them as a thirty-foot-tall Ice Goddess.

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☏ Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203 ☏☏☏ Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403 ☏

Ronnie and Zoey went out trick or treating. Mommy Anna told Ronnie to make sure to look after Zoey, and that they could stay out for as long as they wish, so long as they behaved in the days before Halloween. Ronnie and Zoey were so excited they could barely contain themselves.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

Another one. Always the same hopeful, pathetic look in their eyes. As if I would be anything more than a fleeting fantasy for their miserable lives. “Bonjour, Monsieur,” I purred, my voice dripping with an accent thicker than the Parisian fog. He flinched, already knowing what was coming. Good. Fear is the first step to understanding your place.

He mumbled a greeting, as his gaze darted around my dimly lit salon. The velvet curtains, the antique furniture, the subtle scent of expensive perfume…it was all designed to overwhelm. To make them feel small. And it worked. Every time. “You are late,” I stated, not as a question, but as a cold, hard fact. They call me a bitch. Bien sûr. What did they expect? A gentle caress? A whispered endearment? Ridicule.

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Felicity wears a diaper and lingerie

Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270

As an ABDL Mommy, I’m around diapers a lot. Some babies love diapers so much that they want to see Mommy in them. I’m asked all the time to put on a diaper. I always say no and remind my babies that Mommy is a big girl and doesn’t have accidents like they do, so I don’t need them.

But the truth is, just because I don’t need them, doesn’t mean I don’t like to wear them on special occasions. For example, tonight is Little Donny’s birthday, and I’ve planned a special surprise for him. I’m going to wear a thick, crinkly diaper under my lingerie.

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