Gifts

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breasts

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I’ve had these, ahem, “gifts” since I was a teen. It’s like I had a magnetic field around me, drawing in every male eye within a 10-foot radius. It was both flattering and terrifying at the same time. I’d try to wear loose-fitting clothes to downplay them, but let’s be real, there’s only so much you can do to hide a pair of double-Ds from all of the neighborhood pervs.

The comments started early, too. Everything from “Wow, you must be cold!” to “Do you have trouble finding bras that fit?” But as I got older, the attention only intensified. I’d go to the grocery store and some guy would inevitably stare as if he’d never seen breasts before.

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Teen Tease

Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228

Do you think you could resist a hot, teen tease like me? You might think you can but we both know for a fact that I’m way out of your league. You would instantly be putty in my hands, and I think that deep down you know that too.

Teasing is one of my specialties and I can get you to do anything I want you to do. Didn’t you know that a teen tease is one of the most dangerous types of girls? By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be a slave to my body. You’ll be in way too deep to ever get out after just one conversation with me. My plan never fails. Trust me Continue reading “Do You Want To Get Off With A Teen Tease?” →

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

After my morning coffee, it was time to pull out my smother slave—the one who lives in a box under my bed. The box is on wheels and is so convenient. When I wish to forget I own a slave, I simply shove the drawer-like compartment under my bed and forget about him, but when I wish to use him as my toilet slave, a quick pull, and there he is!

Strapped down on his back inside the box that sports two holes. One for his face and one for his erection. Just the feeling of being pulled from under the bed gets him hard because he knows my ass is soon to follow.

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cuck

Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Miss Anna recently was getting harassed by one of her many Ex boyfriends. Every time he texted her, she would roll her eyes and toss her phone to do something more important.

Things began getting out of hand. He began calling her at work, writing her letters and even stalking her. He couldn’t seem to get over her and all of the filth that she addicted him to.

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Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

We were parked at a park late at night where we were the only ones around. I turned and looked at Mike, and he was staring at my hands. I thought that was a little strange, but I knew him so well and I could read his mind. My little naughty friend wanted a fabulous hand job. Did I mention though, he’s itty bitty, so it’s more like a finger job than a hand job, but I liked making him happy!

I started unbuttoning and unzipping his pants so I could get his bitty out and start stroking it. He looked at me with big doe eyes and there were twinkling. He was being so naughty and devious. “You may act like an innocent little goody goody but I’ve heard the way you talk when my hand is in your pants. You’re not even close to innocent,” I said, giggling.

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Under The Snow Moon

Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208

Arm in arm, Anna and I trudged through the freshly fallen powder. Several feet of perfectly unique frozen flakes had drifted from the heavens for days on end, but not tonight. Under the bright light of the Snow Moon, nothing shifted. Only the sounds of our boots shuffling through the pure white layer, which was constantly swallowing up our feet as we moved, and the huff of condensation misting from our mouths could be heard.

The woods were eerily silent under the heavy moon. As if every creature and being were hiding from its exposure. Anna squeezed my elbow tight against her side as she looked up at the face of the moon staring back at us. “This one is powerful.” She turned her gaze on me, and my body trembled, not from fear or cold but from the excitement of the coming ritual.

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Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270

Now the fun in the playroom had spiked! Sluterella seemed to be getting more and more comfortable (and mouthy) the more we passed her around. She was getting hornier and hornier, tasting more of her precum for each PSO who took ownership over her.

I watched, while setting up other calls, as Amber used the black whore and passed her to Anna. By the time Anna was finished putting the little bitch on her knees, she was back in my DM’s begging to cum. “Please, Ma’am. I did my job, I got passed around, may I cum?” I smirked into my screen and told her she’d have to wait till my current call was finished. Denying desperate cocks always makes my own panties wet. Plus, I was anxious to see that fucking cock again!  Continue reading “Passing Around Sluterella Part Three” →

control

Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

They come to me looking for control. No, worse. They come pretending they want it, like submission is some romantic fantasy spun from silk and flowers and candlelight. But I must disillusion you. Control isn’t soft. It’s the echo of a belt on bare skin. It’s the look in someone’s eyes when they realize they’ve gone too far and there’s no going back. I don’t do gentle. I don’t do forgiveness. And I certainly don’t do second chances. I’m the consequence you didn’t think you’d earn.

Last night, a man called me “Stella, darling” during a session. Not “Ma’am.” Not “Mistress.” Darling. I didn’t correct him. I let him ruin himself with his own carelessness. We were in the basement. The one with the cold concrete floor and the steel cuffs bolted to the wall. He was on his knees, trembling. Not from fear (yet), but from anticipation. That always amuses me. The hope humans carry, even when they’re already doomed to fail.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

I just can’t get enough of my little ones. And I knew I had so much love to give. But I couldn’t just continue to have more and more. So that’s when I decided to start Mommy Julie’s Daycare. I was so excited to have so many little ones to nurture, care for, and love. So much time went into planning the layout. The kitchen was completely stocked with little dishes, bottles, sippy cups, juices, snacks, and stuff to make healthy homemade meals for them. I have a cupboard of natural remedies for everything from tummy troubles to teething pain and everything in between. And I was working on increasing my milk supply enough to be able to breast feed them all. Their little playroom was full of fun and educational toys. The nap room had cozy cribs, little beds, and a lullaby player. But maybe most exciting of all was the changing station.

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doctor fetish

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Under the sterile clinic lights, wearing my favorite red dress felt like a mistake. “Amber?” A nurse called from the doorway, with a clipboard in her hand. Her smile was tight, but professional. “Dr. Lorne will see you now.”

I followed, as my heels tapped too loud against the linoleum. The exam room was cold. Paper-covered table, stirrups gleaming like instruments of some forgotten ritual. Then he walked in. Dr. Lorne. Tall. Calm. Silver watch on his left wrist…the kind that ticks just loud enough to sync with your pulse if you’re listening. He didn’t look at my chart. He looked at me. Not in a leering way. Worse. Like he already knew things.

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