Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

Danny was ready to become Danni. Danny was my curious panty boy friend in high school. I recently introduced him to Mr. Martin and they hit it off. I even helped teach Danny how to suck Mr. Martin’s dick and I helped Mr. Martin fuck Danny’s virgin asshole. But Danny was ready to take it a step further. He was ready to go full drag and surprise Mr. Martin. Danny already had beautiful blonde shoulder length hair. So all we needed was some make up and an outfit. At the lingerie store we picked out a beautiful purple lace teddy. He said that Mr. Martin told him that he looks great in purple. So we found a sparkly little purple dress and shoes to match. Then he wanted to find some purple metallic eyeshadow. We also got glittery blush for her cheeks, black eyeliner and mascara, and fuchsia lipstick and nail polish. Then I suddenly realized that she needed a mani pedi. So we found the perfect place and they used the fuchsia nail polish on her fingers and toes. It looked so good on her.

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Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

The session started out in my basement as usual. That’s where I come the most alive after all; making all the tiny men and boys submit to me is where I get my Goddess power from. Well, this little twerp’s name was Eric and he was so whiney, always begging to get a piece of my ass or to admire my hot pussy while he jacked his tiny rod.

I usually had to keep him gagged because his voice was just so annoying. He was already down on his knees fully nude and pinching and pulling on his nipples. His feet were tied together behind him, and he was slowly making his way closer to me. I couldn’t believe how pathetic this little man was being right now.

He was asking, “Goddess Melanie, can I please sniff your butt while I jack myself? Let me just admire it.” I let out a loud, strong cackle and said back, “I hate your voice, but god, I love hearing you beg.” I told him he had to work for me more before I let him anywhere near my ass, but he could watch me touch my pussy from ten feet away, no closer.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

When I first met Will, his shy smile and gentle humor eclipsed the fact that he wore diapers pretty much 24/7. At first, I felt a protective tenderness and learned how to change him in the privacy of his apartment, treating the routine with the same care I would give any other part of his life. As weeks turned into months, however, the novelty dissolved into a persistent ache of embarrassment that settled deep in my chest.

Friends would ask about our weekend plans and I would watch Will fidget. The diapers, once an invisible safeguard, began to feel like a visible mark of inadequacy that I could not hide from strangers or even from my own family. I caught myself glancing at the tiny outline of his diaper, wondering whether anyone could sense the sogginess or even the dampness that occasionally leaked through his pants when he was excited.

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Mary – 1844-332-2639 x 350 

Although I was a hardheaded kid growing up, I always remembered that what daddy says goes. That was something that helped me as a live-in nanny. I never disappointed Mr. Cox; he always loved that about me. He would come home, and I would be there waiting with my heels on, kids tucked away in bed, and his dinner nice and hot. I was getting older and more mature. He was teaching me how to become the best Domme, and I was teaching him patience. I enjoyed our time together and felt like I never wanted it to end. My birthday was coming up, and he had promised to buy me a new pair of heels I had been eyeing. He told me that if I learned how to tie him up properly, I could get them for my 19th birthday.

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Sweet Lovin Kayla 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

Sweet Lovin Kayla 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

Kayla loves a good SWAT just as much as the next slut, but today she’s itching to SPANK YOU. You’re sweet, BARELY LEGAL Goddess has selected a few of my favorite toys to use on your willing flesh. So strip down, bend over this bench before you. Let’s get started, shall we?

First, I’ll use the palm of my bare hands to warm up your supple skin with several soft spanks. Secondly, rubbing and kneading your ass cheeks until you’re squirming and your poor little cock is standing STRAIGHT up like it thinks it will get attention tonight. It won’t. Tonight is all about your perfect little ASS and my desire to spank you.

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Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228

Teen tease and please Avery should really be my name. Because honestly I think I was born to be a cock tease. I’ve always been a natural tease and I’m very proud of that fact. Daddy used to tell me that I could get any man to do anything I wanted, just with right look and my cute as little giggles.

We both know that you’re going to call me and before you know it, you’re going to be wrapped around my finger. And if you play your cards right, you naughty boy, my delectable pussy and mouth will be wrapped around your cock.

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Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Mommy Anna was making a special effort to find any excuse to spank Ronnie, but it seemed the more she tried, the more he behaved. He was doing everything he could to evade a spanking.

Every night, when Daddy Ron would work night shift, Mommy Anna would call up her lover and he would beg her to tell him stories of how she spanked Ronnie and his little sister. The two of them would get off on talking about spankings on the phone and whisper sweet spanking nothings into each other’s ears.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

He is my sissy. My apprentice. The canvas on which I will paint obedience. But he doesn’t quite know it yet. He stands in the hallway, trembling, clutching the thin, pastel cardigan I chose for him. His hair is slicked back in an artificial bob with the ends dyed a pastel pink that catches the light like bruised roses. He looks at me with a mixture of awe and terror, before his eyes dart to the leather cuffs hanging on the coat rack and the polished wooden bench where I will have him sit.

“Welcome, Alex,” I say, edged with authority. I watch the subtle shiver that ripples through his shoulders. He nods and whispers, “Yes, Mistress.” I guide him inside my apartment. The bench is already prepared. An ornate iron frame draped with a black silk sheet and a small brass bowl bearing a single, polished ruby at its center. I instruct him to strip. His hands trembled as he removes each piece of clothing until he stands there completely naked. I hand him a pair of thin lace panties and he looks at me, puzzled. “Put them on,” I say, calmly. “You’re a girl now.”

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Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

I’m a new volunteer today. Want to know what I’m volunteering for? Diaper Daycare! Once a month the local daycare sponsors our lovely adult babies and they all get together in their favorite diaper brands and crawl around like the little toddlers they are. This little guy, Mike, told me he loves when I play detective and pick out the smelliest little one and embarrass them in front of everyone. I’m going to take pictures so I can get with my girlfriends and laugh about it later.

I walked into the center of the room as I watched all the little ones crawl around me. Everyone was so cute skedaddling around in their little Pampers and Luvs. There was the cute little boy sitting in the corner of the room sucking on his little paci. He had little blonde curls and was playing with some toys.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

The first man I truly “noticed” was Mr. Harrow, the 58‑year‑old owner of the corner bakery. I would watch him knead dough with a rhythm that reminded me of a heartbeat, with his forehead creasing in concentration and his eyes flickering over the pastries as if he were measuring the stories they could tell.

I didn’t understand at the time, but the way he laughed made me feel that I was in the presence of someone who could teach me a few things. My infatuation grew, not in the shallow way of a teen crush, but more like a slow, deliberate ache. I started to linger at the bakery after school, pretending to need a croissant while really just wanting to hear the soft rustle of his cardigan as he moved. I’d catch his eye, and for a heartbeat he’d smile.

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