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My Valentine

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Your body jerks awake, but your eyelids feel so heavy they refuse to lift. Frantically, you search your brain for your last memories. Where were you? Who were you with? Very slowly, the pieces of the missing puzzle begin to come back to you. The last thing you remember was going out on a date with that stunning redhead. The one with the contagious laugh, what was her name?

All of your thoughts are hazy and jumbled. You sort of remember her ordering you a special “Valentine” drink at the bar, which tasted a little grainy, but you didn’t want to be rude, so you gulped it to avoid the texture on your tongue—an action you surely regret now that you can’t move your limbs or even open your eyes. “Shh, baby, it’s okay.” You hear Kayla’s voice; that’s her name. The redhead! Kayla! At first, you think you are just dreaming of her, but then you feel the brush of fingers against your cheek and try as hard as you can to open your eyes.

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Your Elastrator Is Here

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“It’s here! It’s here!” I screamed with glee as I ran down the hallway to find Tricia. She was playing on the living room floor and looked up at me, unsure of what I was yelling about. I shook the Amazon box, and we heard the heavy tool shifting around. “Your elastrator is finally here!”

Tricia grinned up at me nervously and worked her hands together. “When will we try it out, Mommy?” Her knees rubbed together, and I knew she was getting excited about finally losing her little useless balls.

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Every Bully Has To Pay

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“That’s the one.” Kelly sniffled while pointing a shaky finger in your direction. My little sister looked up at me with tear-filled eyes; sand still crusted on her damp cheeks from where you shoved her into the sand pit.

“Thanks for showing me; now go home while I make him pay for what he did to you.” My knuckles tip up her chin, and I gently wipe her face clean. “No one gets away with hurting my baby sister. Every bully has to pay.”

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Diaper Changing Attire

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The proper diaper changing attire is very important to a successful diaper change and will vary from baby to baby. For example, a low-cut top that allows Mommy’s ample cleavage to spill out can distract and calm a rambunctious diaper boy who doesn’t want his bottom changed. However, if you have a very handsy boy who would try to move around a lot to fondle your exposed tits, then it’s best to keep them covered for the change.

You can always tempt him with them and remind him that if he is good for his change, you’d be happy to breastfeed your good boy.

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What A Cuck Is Good For

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I was hanging out at my boyfriend’s house when our bull texted me the other night. He was in a mood! His cock was so stiff, and he told me he wanted a steamy roleplay so he could finish working on his company’s payroll without his dick demanding attention. I’m always down for a steamy roleplay, so we jumped right in.

Our bull is so sexy that I was squirming in my seat after a few back and forths. I wanted to cum so badly, but none of my vibrators were at my boyfriend’s house. I thought about my dilemma and realized this is actually what a cuck is good for!

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I stand before you, my worthless boyfriend. Your eyes, filled with desire and submission, are a sight I’ve grown to enjoy. You’re on your knees, a position you’ve become quite familiar with, as I tower over you in my high heels and lingerie.

“You’re a pathetic little thing, aren’t you?” I say, running a finger down your cheek. “But I’ve found a use for you, after all.”

I lead you to the bedroom, a room of pleasure and debauchery. The walls are adorned with erotic art, and the scent of sex lingers in the air. I push you onto the bed and strip you of your clothes, revealing your naked form. Your dick twitches at the sight of me, a sight that fills me with amusement. Continue reading “Turning My Worthless Boyfriend Gay” →

Malifica

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Daddy Ron was having a really hard time at work and at home. Mommy Anna was too busy disciplining and spanking the naughty little ones, and so he was feeling very neglected. They didn’t have their date nights anymore and he suspected that Anna might be up to no good. I mean, who was she always on the phone with late at night anyway?

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Cum Receptacle

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“Open up,” I told the cum receptacle strapped down to my coffee table. The cum covered slut stuck its tongue out just before the hot ropes of jizz spewed from my thick shecock. I stroked till the last drops dribbled free, then slapped my cock head on its tongue. “Suck me clean.” The order was swiftly obeyed. I looked down at the little faggot who’d come crawling to me, begging to be used as a cum rag.

I don’t think they’d planned to be used by so many people, but every good orgy needs a cum receptacle. The slut had definitely gotten what he asked for. His naked body was glazed from face to feet. With his arms tied down by his sides and his knees braced to his elbows so everyone could see how much he loved being covered in cum.

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 Working at the pharmacy has been really fun. The hours are flexible, and the customers are friendly. I try not to be nosy, but I can’t help but notice some of the shopping habits of the regulars, like this one guy who comes in every week.

He’s on the baseball team and one of our school’s best players, but he comes in every week and buys a massive pack of adult disposable briefs. Diapers? Our star baseball player buys diapers?

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It’s amusing to me how you selfish boys think only of yourselves. Different boy, different situation, and yet it’s always “Poor me!” “Pitty me.” It’s never your fault for the things that have happened to you. I was on the phone this morning with a man who wanted my help using the elastorator. *Claps hands excitedly* I know, I know, not much help can be given as it’s an easy tool to use, but I digress.

So, we’re on the phone after I help him put the rubber band around the prongs, open them up and stuff his grape-sized balls through; he releases the elastorator and is on his way to losing his sack when I start to ask why he wanted this… and this is where the fun begins.

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