Melanie 1-844-332-2639 ext 463

I got a call one night that an old friend wanted to get together and catch up. We decided to meet the next day and get some coffee. His name was Alex. I always knew him to be such a guy’s guy, so when he told me his idea, I was shocked! He wanted to be in a room surrounded by four or five beautiful women, fucked like crazy. I guess it was his version of a gang bang.

I told him we could get that arranged and he would have a fabulous time. It was a few days later and I had him come over to my secret dungeon. He confessed to me that he’s been in threesomes before but never surrounded by five women at once. He was a bit intimidated. I told him to strip down and get ready. I was shocked when I saw him standing hunched over, covering his small wanker. He was usually so much more confident.

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Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270

Miles was tipped to his side, ropes wound around his big biceps and down his forearms, locking them together behind his back. A giant ball gag was locked around his head, causing the most unsightly drool to ooze from the corners of his mouth. I’d used my lipstick to write “Whore” across his face with the red ball gag as the “O.” His legs were forced open with a spreader bar, and his little penis was harder than it’d ever been before.

“Watch this,” my nose wrinkled as I giggled to Sarah and Bethany. They’d been so interested in how I’d gotten Miles, our high school quarterback, to be a submissive bitch for me. Once I discovered his LITTLE secret, it wasn’t difficult at all. “His little penis will explode the second I turn on the vibrator.”

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

The rain hammered against the pavement as Zoey and I huddled under the awning of the laundromat, with our work panties clinging to our skin. Twelve-hour shifts at the brothel left us reeking of sweat and cum, and our pussies were chafed raw. “Remember the ad we posted?” Zoey whispered, her breath fogging in the cold. “Seeking detail-oriented individual for personal cleaning duties. Must be hygienic, patient, and open-minded.”

Hugo answered within the hour. He arrived in a hoodie two sizes too big with eyes the color of storm clouds. “You wanted someone for cleaning services?” he’d asked, staring at our soiled panties. We’d nodded, leading him to the laundromat’s back room. It was nohing more than a narrow closet with a rusted sink. “It’s a ritual,” I said, stripping out of my panties. “We need someone clean to do it.” His hesitation lasted three seconds. “I’m good with details,” he mumbled.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

We’ve all heard the saying… “New Year, New You”. And we all know that we should be putting our health and self care first every day. But we feel guilty if we don’t. So we use the start of a new year to resolve to prioritize taking care of ourselves better. Men often put everyone else’s needs before their own. In many cases they are the main or sole financial provider for the family. That’s a lot of stress to carry day in and day out. So their career and job issues weigh heavily on them. Men are solution oriented. They feel like they have to “fix” everything and everyone. That’s a huge, constant burden. So it’s of utmost importance that men take care of themselves. You can’t be at your best for everyone else around you if you don’t take care of your needs first. So next time you feel guilty about taking care of yourself, Don’t! You should feel guilty if you don’t take care of yourself. After all that you do, you deserve to be happy. You deserve a healthy outlet for your stress. And having orgasms regularly and often has so many health benefits!

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

It’s time for me to make my New Year’s resolution!  This year I resolve to be less of a slut.  I had about 670 sexual encounters last year.  I’m so ashamed of myself.  I promise that I’ll be pure and platonic this year.  No more fucking behind the stairs at the bar.  I resolve to refrain from fucking strangers in the back seat of my car.  I’ll be squeaky clean and well behaved for 2026.

Oh, who am I kidding?!?  You know I’m fucking with you.  My REAL resolution for 2026 is to be an even BIGGER slut than I managed to be in 2025!

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Melanie 1-844-332-2639 ext 463

I got home from school, and I heard some noise upstairs, so being the curious kitten that I am, I went to investigate. I took off my shoes so I could be quiet and tiptoed up the stairs in my socks. The moans and grunts were coming from the room at the end of the hallway. The door was cracked open, and I peeked in and saw my older brother trying on our mothers’ panties!

I started giggling but had to cover my mouth quickly, so I wasn’t caught. I pulled out my cell phone and turned on the camera and started recording him. Having no idea I was standing there, until I slowly creaked the door open, he still didn’t know I was there once I walked in. I heard him gasp and saw him turn around. He was wearing mom’s thong and matching bra! His hand quickly covered his cock that was peeking out of the side of the thong.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

My journey into findom began innocently enough. I was posting cryptic Instagram captions about “liquid assets” and “monetizing my worth,” when a guy slid into my DMs asking if I’d ever considered “roleplaying a trust fund beneficiary.” Little did he know, I was all about roleplaying!

The first time I hosted a findom session for a man I’ll call Kevin (not his real name, though honestly, I’m sure someone named Kevin will read this and think it is him), I wore a tie I’d bought for $12 at a thrift store and demanded he pay “pay the lady” up front, as is customary in this profession.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

I smooth my black corset, the red lace trim catching the dim light. Tonight is New Year’s Eve, but there’ll be no drinks for me. The only thing on my menu tonight is the sound of surrender. Liam arrives at 11:59pm. His breath fogs in the cold air as he knocks. I let him in. He wears the plain gray shirt I told him to wear. No collar yet. Not tonight. Not until the clock breaks.

My room is a cathedral of shadows. Candles flicker on the floor. Their wax pools underneath them like dark hearts. The air smells of fear. Liam’s favorite song plays on loop. Clair de Lune, the keys falling like rain. I watch him shiver. He knows what to do. “You know the rules,” I say. My voice is soft. He nods as I tie his hands behind his back with the red ribbon I saved for this night. My favorite color. It matches the little scars on his wrists from last year’s celebration.

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Rachel 1*844*322*2639 Ext 457

I couldn’t believe that Mrs. Martin came into work! We were doing a dance on the bar. It was western night. So we were wearing little crops, extremely short, cut off jean shorts, cowgirl boots, cowgirl hats, and pigtails. The place was packed and the guys were going wild. But there was someone at the back of the room that looked very out of place. She was by herself and actually seemed nervous. That’s when I realized that it was Mrs. Martin. Then I started wondering why she was there. I started getting really nervous. She had no idea I worked there. And I didn’t want her to know. She was like an aunt to me. And I knew she would tell my mom. I was so mortified. But I was stuck up there on the bar. I tried to tilt my hat down to where she couldn’t see my face. But I was so worried that she could tell that it was me.

When the song was over, I worked my way into the ladies’ room as quickly as possible. My heart was racing and I just needed a place to hide out for a moment.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

“Good morning, Mommy” Davey chirps. His voice sounds high and eager. His cheeks are rosy, his dark hair is messily tousled, and I know exactly what’s coming. I crouch in front of him, resting my hands on his knees. “Good morning, my sweet boy,” I say, smiling. Immediately, his pupils dilate. He loves this. “Good boy…good boy…good boy.” It’s the phrase that sends him spiraling.

“Oh, Mother,” he whispers, tugging at his onesie. “Please?” I feign innocence. “Please what, darling? You know I can’t help you unless you’re a very good boy and say the magic words that every Mommy wants to hear.” His giggle is breathless and I see the telltale tent forming in his onesie. He edges like a pro, so I already know this is gonna be good. “I…um, Mommy, I want to make you proud,” he says, as his voice trembles. “Can we do family fun together, Mother?”

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