Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

Jordan is a man who dictates terms and crushes mergers by day, but here, under my watch, he is nothing more than a sculpture of shivering muscle waiting for my chisel. He’s currently kneeling on my small velvet rug, with his tiny cock in a cage, and his wrists bound tightly behind him. I don’t touch him. Not yet. The tip of my riding crop traces the line of his jaw, before I slide it down and tuck it under his chin, forcing him to look up at me. His eyes are glassy with the kind of devotion that borders on insanity.

“You’re trembling,” I murmur, while staring at him as if he is my prey. “Please, Miss. Stella,” he gasps. “I can’t take much more of this.” I cackle and pull the crop away, letting him tilt forward as the tension breaks, only to catch his chin again before his head can drop. The exquisite agony on his face while being brought to the brink of release, only to have it snatched away at the last second, is what my domme dreams are made of.

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449 

The afternoon heat in the botanical conservatory was heavy and tropical, thick with the scent of damp earth and blooming orchids. Under the towering glass dome, the noise of the city outside felt a million miles away. I had found a secluded stone bench tucked away in the deepest corner of the fern grotto, hidden behind a dense curtain of weeping figs and giant palm leaves.

Very few visitors wandered this deep into the humid, mist-shrouded maze on a quiet Tuesday afternoon.

The sheer warmth of the greenhouse, combined with the rhythmic hum of the misting system, had put me in a hazy, heightened state. Sitting back against the cool stone, I pulled my skirt up slightly, letting the humid air brush against my bare thighs. Slowly, with my heart already beating a little faster, I slid my hand beneath the fabric.

I closed my eyes, letting the ambient sounds of dripping water drown out my thoughts. My fingers moved deliberately, tracing light, teasing circles. Every touch felt magnified in the quiet space. The thrill of the open air, the glass walls looming high above, and the distant echo of footsteps on the main gravel path only heightened the sensation… Continue reading “Caught At The Conservatory” →

Gabrielle 1-844-332-2639 ext 469

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 Gregory. 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 sex room. He confessed to me that he’s been in threesomes before but never surrounded by five women at once. I think he was a bit intimidated. I told him to strip down and get ready and 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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Little Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

I got a house sitting gig last week. The owners were going out of town for the weekend. Usually I plan something fun if I’m going to have a house to myself. But this time the house wasn’t going to be empty. Their son was home. Although he wasn’t young enough to need a babysitter, his parents didn’t want him at the house alone. They said he would probably just stay in his room the whole time and play video games. He was self sufficient and could make his own food and everything. So I planned to look into what I needed to do to move forward on getting enrolled in cosmetology school. I was on my laptop minding my own business when Nathan kept walking past. After several times I began to wonder what on earth he was doing. So I looked up and realized that he could see up my dress. I quickly adjusted my legs but it was too late. He had a huge boner. Realizing I saw it, he turned bright red. He was so embarrassed that he ran to take a long cold shower.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

Our bachelorette weekend was coming to an end. It was time to pack up our stuff and hit the road. I started gathering my belongings. It didn’t take me long to realize that not only the first pair of panties were missing. ALL of my panties were missing. My phone started pinging. It was our group text. All of the girls were saying the same thing. Everyone’s panties had vanished into thin air. I knew it! My suspicions were right. The bed and breakfast owner’s husband was a panty thief. While part of me was upset and wanted to confront them. Another part of me thought he might just a panty boy that wants to feel what silky feminine panties feel like against his skin. So we decided not to say anything. As the owner thanked us and walked us out, she whispered “I’m sorry if any of you ladies have any missing undergarments, our clothes dryer likes to eat them sometimes”. The girls and I looked at each other, not knowing what to think or say. Then the owner turned towards the door. The wind blew up her skirt. And there was my thong up her ass!

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Mark stood near the dairy aisle, with his knuckles gripping the handle of the grocery cart. He had been complaining about his stomach since we left the house, but I’d insisted we finish running our errand. Mostly because I liked the way he squirmed when I told him to just keep walking.

Everything seemed fine, but then…it happened. His posture stiffened, his face drained of color, and he turned a sickly, translucent grey. A damp, dark patch began to bloom across the seat of his light wash denim jeans and the smell hit the air around him instantly. “Fuckkkkkk,” he whispered, as he watched my nose wrinkle in front of him.

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449 

The power didn’t come from pulling him closer; it came from knowing exactly when to pull away.

He lay beneath me, his hands gripping the mattress so tightly his knuckles were white. His breathing had long since lost its rhythm, reduced to ragged gasps every time I shifted my weight. The air in the room felt heavy. Thick with a heat that had nothing to do with the summer evening outside and everything to do with the absolute control I held over the space between us.

I leaned down, trailing the tips of my fingers along his jawline, down the tense column of his throat, and over his chest. I could feel his heart hammering against his ribs, a frantic staccato. He looked up at me, pupils blown wide, silently begging for a release that I wasn’t ready to give him.

“Please,” he whispered, the word strained, barely breaking through the quiet of the room.

I didn’t answer. Instead, I leaned closer, letting my lips brush against his ear, murmuring a promise I had no intention of keeping just yet. I began to move again, slow and agonizingly deliberate, bringing him right to the precipice. I watched the exact moment… Continue reading “Edging The Wave Of Pleasure” →

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I paced the floor of the nursery while my heart hammered like a steady warning. My boy had chosen today of all days to blatantly defy the rules we had established, disregarding every boundary I had painstakingly set to keep him safe. As I looked at the crumpled toys he had thrown across the carpet, I felt a heavy disappointment settle deep in my chest. Sometimes, my role as the “Mama” required me to do something I didn’t exactly enjoy. Today would be one of those days.

I found him hiding in the corner with his back to me, almost as if he believed I wouldn’t be able to see him if he couldn’t see me. “You know why I’m here, don’t you?” I asked, sternly. The only sound he made was a muffled sniffle that tugged at my heartstrings despite my firm resolve.

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GLORYHOLE

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I think something is wrong with the new stuffed animal Daddy bought me. I came home with this huge teddybear laying on my bed. The teddy was even taller than me. I thought he was cute, but he was so heavy. I couldn’t pick him up. I’d always wanted a weighted teddy, so I was so excited to sleep with him. I stripped down to my panties, turned off the lights and crawled into bed to snuggle him. The weird thing is, when I laid down to cuddle with him, I felt this hard bulge pressing against my stomach. And when I reached to feel it, I found a zipper. Continue reading “Teddybear with a Gloryhole Surprise Inside” →

2086

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2086

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

The steady beeping and whirring of nearby machines slowly wakes you. First, your eyes blink open, revealing a hazy, bright world. The lights make you blink a few more times before a hospital room comes into focus. Surrounding your bed is a crowd of nurses and female doctors. Ohs and awes break out among them, and you hear hushed sounds of excitement. “He’s awake! He’s really awake.”

When you try to rub your eyes and clear this odd dream, you realize your arms are strapped down to the hospital bed, and looking down, your giant erection greets you as it tents the bed sheets. “What’s going on?” You struggle against the restraints, and one of the beautiful nurses presses a stethoscope to your throbbing cock head. Her grin is wide, and she nods to the group. “Don’t do that. What do you mean? Where am I?” You beg them for answers, but they are too busy excitedly chattering to themselves to answer you.

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