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1844-33-CANDY Ext. 423

You knelt before me, eyes downcast, hands bound behind your back, your arousal evident through the locked chastity cage I had fastened around your manhood. Your submission was a sight to behold, a testament to my dominance. “Remember, you’re here to watch, to learn, to serve,” I reminded you, my voice a husky whisper.

The room was a symphony of moans and sighs, a chorus of pleasure. Multiple black men, each a specimen of raw masculinity, were scattered around the room, their cocks hard and ready. I walked among them, my body bare, my curves on full display. I was the conductor of this orchestra of lust, and they were my instruments. Continue reading “Forcing My Loser in Chastity and Watching Me Take BBC” →

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Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Miss Anna told her slave that he needed to accompany her. She claimed it was a charity night where all the ladies would get together and hold an auction. He reluctantly agreed, but did so anyway to Please Mistress Anna. They were about to leave, when Miss Anna pulled a fast one on him. She claimed he couldn’t leave in what he was simply wearing, that she had prepared an outfit for him. He complied, but when he saw the garments, he nearly fainted: There was an open bottom skirt, stockings, heels, a slutty top, and lingerie to match.

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Sleep training for baby ben

Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270

I know it can be a very hard transition for a “man” when he’s regressed and put into diapers. So many things change all at once. The hardest part is not being able or allowed to touch your penis anymore. So many men waste so much time of their lives messing with that little pleasure stick that even if they are put in chastity and diapers, they find a way to toy with it.

I’m speaking from experience. See, Baby Ben is always trying to stroke his penis even though I’ve told him he is nothing but a sissy baby! Just recently, we had to put him through sleep training!

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Valerie 1844-332-2639 Ext 243

He held his finger to his lips as his other hand guided his cock head into my open mouth. The house was quiet, his wife sleeping peacefully upstairs. When I came over this morning to ask for my neighbor’s assistance after locking myself out of my house, I had no idea he’d be filling my mouth as payment for his help.

I nodded at his silent instruction to keep quiet and tasted the precum already pooling at his tip. His eyes closed when my mouth sealed around him. Watching his expression of pleasure only made me want to do a better job for him. He let go of his cock and slipped his hand into my hair then started to fuck my mouth slow and steady.

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

Welcome to Stripper Confessions. Where I take you behind the scenes of my back-in-the-day stripper days where money was tight and rent was due.
FLASHBACK……

DJ Dollar Bill was on the mic tonight for Titty Tuesday’s and it was a packed house. “Welcome to the Player’s Club! Fellas, get ready to lose yourself tonight! Coming to the stage is the one and only, ‘Trinity’!! She’s got the moves, the curves, and the kind of energy that’ll have you spending that last dollar! You know they say diamonds are a man’s best investment. So lean in, throw it up and show some love for the baddest in the building.”

The bass from the speakers pulsed through my body as I strutted across the stage. With every slow, deliberate step, I could feel their eyes devouring me, undressing me. I wrapped my fingers around the pole, my velvet mixed skin shimmering under the neon glow lights. I whined my hips, rubbed my big breasts, and shaked my ass, seductively peeling off each piece of my clothing, strip teasing the crowd. Twirling around on the pole like a ballerina who had lost her way. My plan was to make 10k tonight. I was Continue reading “Stripper Confessions: Part 1” →

Too Tempting

Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244

Our neighborhood has rules about skateboarding. They ain’t supposed to doing it. At all. Not on the curbs or sidewalks. The little skater punks are supposed to keep their fucking kickflip at the skate park the city put in by the basketball court but for some reason, they wanna break all the rules and do it on the stairs of my building.

I was just getting home from a late shift when I heard the clattering of boards before I even saw ’em. Loud and annoying as hell. Just as I got nearer, one tall, lanky little fuck came flying at me. He abandoned his board but stumbled and tripped. Smashing himself face first into my fucking tits. Instead of apologizing he just smiled and said, “Damn, Mami, let me help you wiv those bags.”

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

As spring break approached, all of my graduating class was discussing senior photos. Since they’d be our last year book photos, it was important for the pictures to be the best ever. But, of course, you have to hire the best photographer to have the best images.

Thankfully, one of my uncles is a professional. Like with a studio and everything! I asked him if he’d be willing to set up a session and make me look my best. Expectedly, his schedule was full, so he said if I wanted him to take my pictures, I’d have to do it late one Friday night in his basement studio. I agreed and asked him if I could bring a few outfits to test, which would be my favorite, and he said that was more than fine.

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Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208

Pt1

“I’ll get my car, we can load these up and I’ll take you guys over to Sara’s for the rest of my cookies?” I expected at least one of them to say no. To suggest to the others that it wasn’t safe to get into a stranger’s car. I mean, they ARE girl scouts. They should be resourceful and all that, but they just lost their minds in happy cheering and agreed.

There was a skip in my step as I made my way back down the parking lot. My phone in hand, I dialed Mr. V. His gruff voice answered, “What?” Someone must be moody since he hadn’t had a new treat in a while. I was about to make his day.

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Ebony  844-332-2639 ext 240

Domination isn’t a game tonight — it’s a sentence. From the moment you answered my call, you surrendered, and now, you’ll beg for my words. You wanted to play the good little slave, but you’re already failing — stuttering, begging too soon, hands trembling where I can’t even see them. I don’t need to see, though. I know exactly what you look like when you’re scared and soaked, trembling between the urge to please me and the desire to come without permission.But you won’t come. Not yet. Not until I’m done dragging you through every twisted inch of this phone line. You’ll call me Mistress, you’ll choke on your apologies, and you’ll thank me for every single humiliation I pour into your ear. This isn’t just domination — it’s destruction, and you signed up for it.I want you stripped bare, physically and mentally, so when I tell you to stroke, you’ll do it with tears in your eyes. And when I deny you release for the fifth, sixth, seventh time — you’ll thank me. Because my domination is the only thing you crave now. Welcome to your ruin.

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Subby Is Locked But I Want To Play

Robotic Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

I own a little subby boy who’s cock is terribly sensitive. It brings me great pleasure to tie him up and torment his cock. I love to lube it up and stroke it to the brink of pleasure then deny him. Watching him writhe makes me giggle. However, recently my sensitive boy was naughty and the result was my tender plaything being locked up in chastity. *pouts*

It’s really not fair that his punishment should punish both of us. There is no need for me to deny myself pleasure when I’m the one in control, so tonight, I’ve made him sit and watch while I invited another Sub boy over to play.

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