Author: Kayla

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Little Davey is so sweet to his Mommy. He told me he’d found this new little European-style lingerie Boutique downtown that claimed to have the most luxurious selection of pantyhose. They only scheduled shopping experiences by appointment, so Mommy made one just for Davey and I.

The day of our appointment came, and Davey was so excited he kept tugging at his slacks. Mommy would slap his hand and remind him it wasn’t polite to fidget and that if he was a good boy and held all of his cummies until they got back home, she would give him a big, big reward. With Davey’s promise lingering between them to be a good boy and do just that, they walked into the beautiful shop.

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Bound At Sea

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“Captain!” The misty sea wind carried the first mate’s panicked voice to where the Captain rested in her cabin. “We need ye on deck!” Captain Kayla’s black knee-high boots clanked along the wooden deck planks as she confidently strode toward the scrambling sailors and the beast they had bound to the deck.

Seven men were wrestling a massive, inky black creature. Its tentacles slapped at them as they attempted to wrestle it into submission. Lucky for them, the arms of the beast were tangled in their fishing net behind its back. “What’s this?” Captian Kayla bellowed over the roar of the ocean. The creature stilled at the sound of her voice, and the sailors scattered.

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Cock Sleeve Kayla

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At least one of you knows this about me, but I have this desire, this need, to be treated like a cock sleeve. You know the popular male masturbators you can buy that are molded for adult film stars? I’m not saying I want to mold my own and sell it. No, I want you to treat my body like your cock sleeve.

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Making Me See Red

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It started out as just play fighting. Emmi and I were having a ‘Bridgerton’ date night, both of us wearing sports bras under our tees and cotton shorts. I don’t recall what started it, a playful slap or teasing comment, but I do remember throwing off my shirt and tempting her into a wrestling match. I’m little and fast; she’s experienced and powerful, but it was a chance to test her strength and see if she’d let me win.

Boys, ALWAYS let me win. They get distracted by my tits or the way my body feels against theirs when I’m trying to plow them into the ground. It’s always the same, as soon as we’re grappling, their erection stabs me in the thigh, and they try to kiss me. Not Em. She would make me regret challenging her, all while making me see red. Continue reading “Making Me See Red” →

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A cold shiver shifted along my spine as I squatted in the large open shower. Emmi had left the shower head on in a steamy trickle; the splattering sound around my feet echoed the need building inside me. She’d shackled me naked against the cold tile and told me I’d have to go sooner or later.

I balanced on the balls of my feet with my knees open. Anytime I tried to close them, Emmi would get up off her perch and slap my legs till they opened again. Then she would pour another bottle of water into my mouth. How many had she forced me to drink already? Four, maybe five. She held her phone in her hand, talking to the viewers who were live streaming my humiliation. “Everyone who bet two hours is out; little Miss holds it just tipped over her second hour since being restrained.”

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Finding someone you connect with, soul to soul, is rare and beautiful. Sometimes, someone will write something for me that is so beautiful, it feels like a crime to keep it all to myself, and this is the most true that that has ever been. My darling little sea witch has written this for me and has pleased me to the core with the beauty of her words.

Below is a poem written not by me but for me. And you’re just lucky enough that Emmi is allowing me to share with you.

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Big, Bad Boss Man Wears Diapers

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My Boss is a huge asshole. Selfish and inconsiderate, it’s always all about him. As if the world revolves around him or something. I have to smile and nod as he talks down to me constantly. Well, not anymore! A box came from him today, and it was partially ripped open. I noticed as I was walking it to his office that inside were… Diapers?

He sat at his desk, smug as ever, when I pushed through the door and dropped the box hard at my feet. So hard that the diapers inside jumped out and spread across the floor. “Kayla! What do you think you’re doing?” He stood up; he’s tall and normally imposing but not today.

“Just bringing a baby his diapers.”

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Part one

“Oh,” I feigned innocence as my pussy leaked in the unpurchased lingerie I wore in the dressing room. I could feel the strength of his desire as he pressed it into my ass. The mirror fogged when I exhaled hard with shock as his fingers shifted the crotch of the lingerie, and he shoved two of them into my ready channel.

“Don’t play coy with me.” He kissed over my shoulder, and my head lulled in pleasure. My feet spread apart, giving him access to what he wanted. To what he was going to take one way or another. “Don’t make a sound, or the associate will know what a Lil cock hungry slut you are for me.” My pussy pulsed around his fingers, and I sat my ass back into his body to show him how his words had pleased me.

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When Kayla's In Need

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Several nights ago, after jerking off guys like I’d been giving out handshakes at some rally, I was feeling … something. All day I’d met everyone else’s needs. More than all day. All week, all month. For months and months. Giving and sacrificing myself to please others. And all with a smile on my face, but that night I had a need—a burning, desperate desire for someone to fulfill my needs.

I was in need. Londging to take, not give. And I knew who I wanted to take from. So I sent out a message to Jordan; it was a simple tease. A flick of my tongue along his neck to draw him in. Only the mother fucker didn’t respond. Minutes passed, then I opened my favorite porn feed and started to scroll. However, it only made my need burn hotter. For an hour at least, I toyed with my pussy, watching these clips and feeding the desire growling inside of me. Not letting myself cum until I could satisfy the need to conquer. That’s when he answered.

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My sweet Davey is such a good reader, but sometimes, reading out loud makes him nervous. I thought it would be a good idea if instead of Mommy reading Davey a bedtime story, it would help him practice if Davey reads to Mommy. After he’d showered and got into his nighttime Diapee and PJs, Mommy sat at the head of the bed, and Davey snuggled back between my legs.

His back rested against my tits, and he held up his e-reader. We picked a dirty erotica story about a hot mommy in shiny pantyhose who took a stranger home and forced him into pampers. My hands played in Davey’s hair as he began and at first, he was okay. Then the story started to affect sweet Davey, and he began to trip and stumble over his words.

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