Valerie 1844-332-2639 Ext 243
“Stop fidgeting and smile.” I scolded Jessy for the third time this morning. My hand reached out to straighten the bow tied tightly at her waist. Then I stepped back again and held up the camera. “Say ‘Back to School!”
“But Valerie,” Jessy pouted and shifted in her ballet flats. Her little white knee-high socks with lace frills at the top started to slouch down her calves. ‘I’m not a girl. I don’t wanna wear this on my first day. Everyone will make fun of me.”
Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457
Babysitting for the Gallaghers got really hot. What happened that first time got me so turned on. I have to admit that my panties were so wet. That night I was lying in bed. What happened kept playing over and over again in my mind. I just couldn’t forget that look on his face when he came. I reached down into my panties. Thinking about what happened earlier that day had me so turned on. I played with my pussy thinking about it until I came really hard. Then I found myself fantasizing about Mr. Gallagher constantly. I was so anxious for them to ask me to babysit again. But I started to worry that they wouldn’t.
Then I finally got a text from Mrs. Gallagher. She told me that she had to go out of town on business. Friday was an early release day at school. She had to leave Friday morning and wouldn’t be back home until Saturday. So she asked if I could stay with the kids until Mr. Gallagher got home from work Friday evening. I told her that I would love to. A surge of excitement went through my body. I couldn’t wait until Friday.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
My hand smoothed over the diaper tab and rubbed over the tiny button underneath. It’s such an itty bitty, useless clit that Mommy keeps it covered with crinkly diapers so I don’t have to look at how pathetic it is. Honestly, it embarrasses me to see how much it leaks. I tried putting it in panties, but it just soaked through them! Diapers were needed to absorb the loser’s desperation.
“Almost ready,” I coo at my wittle diapee fag. Helping him sit up so I can clip the pink bra in place and tug the matching thong over the hugely padded diaper. “Oh, I nearly forgot!” I hold up the baby bib and tie it about the sissy’s neck. His cheeks are so red, and he can’t even meet my eyes as I clip a massive bubble gum pink bow onto his head.
Cory 1-844-332-2639 et 407
It all started innocently enough. My friend, Gary – a man whose beard had a beard and whose idea of a challenging morning was deciding between two different artisanal coffee blends – casually asked if I could “help out” for a few weeks. He’d apparently aggravated an old sports injury, which sounded legitimate at the time. My visions were of fetching him an extra-large pizza and maybe a few remote controls. Never did I envision myself becoming, for lack of a better term, his “Mama.”
The first clue was the distinct odor of Johnson’s Baby Powder mixed with something vaguely earthy. Then came the sights. A crib, oversized bottles, a mountainous pile of what I initially mistook for industrial-grade pillow stuffing, but which quickly resolved into absurdly large, plastic-backed diapers. And there, nestled amidst a sea of plush toys and a particularly garish cartoon blanket, was Gary. Not the beard-having, coffee-snob Gary I knew, but a version clad in a pastel blue onesie, sucking on a pacifier the size of a teacup, gazing up at me with eyes that seemed far too innocent for a man who owed taxes.
Shemale Alexus 844-332-2639 x 349
My Dad has always been so supportive of my transformation. He loved to help pick out my panties and pretty little skirts. I felt so loved and supported when he’d play in my hair and tell me how beautiful I looked in the things he picked out for me.
All that love and support came with a price. I’m sure you can imagine the kind of payment Daddy expected.
Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203 ☏ ☏ ☏ Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403
Naughty Ronnie and Zoey were playing downstairs in the basement. They began to wrestle, when suddenly Ronnie took a tumble into some old boxes. They happened to be shoe boxes, and to their surprise, they found all of Mommy Anna’s old shoes. They were all high heels, as that’s all she ever wore, especially when she was prowling for her next spanking victim.
1844-33-CANDY ext 260
I didn’t want to think it was jail bait cousin , Seth. It couldn’t be!! NO way! But, my intuition is never wrong. No wonder he is always looking at me very lustfully. It makes sense. Every day he is here, trying to somehow be around me, or in the same room as me. I catch him staring at my boobs, and my butt all the time. What a fucker. I had to catch him red-handed. Continue reading “The Dirty Panties Snatcher”
Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407
They call me Dr. Cory. I prefer just Cory, though. It feels more intimate. My patients, especially the men, seem to appreciate that. They usually walk in here carrying the weight of the world on their shoulders, desperate for a listening ear, a compassionate gaze. What they don’t see, what they could never see, is the coiled viper beneath the serene exterior. A promise I made to myself years ago, after a man, a grown man, shattered my innocence. My revenge, you see, isn’t loud or violent. It’s surgical. Psychological. It’s how I remain in complete control.
Donald was my latest project. He shuffled into my office, a walking bundle of anxiety and vague dissatisfactions. His tie was too tight, his shoulders hunched, his voice a low monotone as he listed his woes: feelings of inadequacy, trouble sleeping, a general sense of being “stuck.” Typical. The moment he sat down, I knew his path. Regression therapy. The ultimate emasculation. We’re talking diapers, pacifier, babbling…the whole shebang. He was the perfect candidate.
Valerie 1844-332-2639 Ext 243
I came home from school and once again, my laundry was folded neatly on my bed. A chore my step-dad has taken up doing for me ever since he became my panty slave. The horndog would do anything just to get close to my undies, so I capitalized on it.
If he wanted to play in my panties, he’d have to be a good boy and do my laundry while I was at school. I’d busted him one too many times pulling my little cotton panties out of the hamper and doing God knows what with them. This way, we were both getting something out of it, but my car had started making an awful sound, and it was time to amp up step-daddy’s panty addiction to benefit me.
Bethany 1 844-332-2639 ext 260
Hi, I am Bethany. I am a 20 year old college NYMPHO!!! I thought I might write a blog to introduce myself . Going into my second year. My first year of college has been an absolute MOVIE….literally. So many parties, and sexy flings I have experienced so far in my first year. College has taught me a lot about myself that I didn’t even know… like, I had my first lesbian experience , and my first threesome. College has been one of the wildest adventures that has opened up a sex monster inside. I think my favorite part is that i can be a slutty as I want, kiss who i want, and FUCK whenever, wherever. Continue reading “Hi, I am Bethany”