Category: BDSM

Melanie 1-844-332-2639 EXT 463

I was at a coffee house one day and I saw an interesting flyer on the wall. It was for a girl-on-girl Jello wrestling contest. I’ve been stuck in a rut, and I was all for trying something new. I decided to let them pick a random girl for me and just be surprised.

On a Friday night, I got to the contest. It was in an old, abandoned warehouse. It was a little spooky, but I was all ready for it. Showing off my beautiful, perky tits, was my purple sequin bikini and beautiful matching purple makeup. I had my hair pulled up in a messy bun, I didn’t want it pulled too much, although that wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.

I saw a soft kiddie pool full of lime green Jello. It looked good enough to eat, especially after our dirty feet and bodies soak in it. I know I would surely make my opponent eat it. I saw my opponent, Cherry, on the other side of the mat. She was about my height but built with nothing but pure muscle.

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My First Big Cock

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

I didn’t transition until after I was twenty-one. I’d always known what I was deep inside, but for the longest time, I was scared to embrace it. I’d sneak my sister’s clothes to dress up in secret, but all along, I craved being with a man.

I ached for rough hands to roam over my body and for firm lips to crush against mine. When I finally became bold enough to dress in public, my first outing as a woman was to a park. And as you can expect, it was late at night under the cover of darkness. That’s where I experienced my first big cock.

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xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

“Please don’t go out tonight.” My boyfriend pleaded for the hundredth time. “You’ve gone out every night this week; I miss you. When do I get your attention?” I rolled my eyes at his question and bit my tongue so I didn’t tell him when he grew four more inches of cock he’d get all of my attention.

“I won’t be long. I’ll be home before you even know it.” I cupped his cheek and playfully slapped it a few times. “Don’t wait up, though.” Not waiting to hear any more of his pouting, I skipped out of the house and into the car of my lover. Right there in the driveway with my beta boyfriend looking out the front door, I shoved my tongue into my lover’s mouth. After long passionate moments of tongue fucking, I looked back to see the jealous face of my boyfriend. I waved and giggled as we pulled away from the house. Mmm, I loved ruining betas!

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Melanie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 463

One of my ex-lovers was being naughty, so he needed to be punished! Miss Melanie to the rescue! I walked into his kitchen, and he already had a punishment tool picked out. Sitting on his kitchen island was a wooden ruler. Let’s see how man ways we can use this.

I told Kevin to strip off his pants, boxers too, and to bend over the kitchen island. He needed to close his eyes too and be ready. I spanked him with an open hand to start and to warm up his ass. Left and then right. My hand didn’t leave any marks this time, but the ruler sure would.

I took the ruler in my hand and smacked it a few times against my palm to give him a warning and I saw him jump each time the ruler struck my hand. His ass was ready and waiting. Whack! Whack! Whack! I smacked him five times hard across both cheeks at the same time. He winced each time again.

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sissy bitch

Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

I checked my watch. Exactly 8:00 PM. No need for rushing. That is the first rule of control. A Domme never rushes. The air was cool. I like it that way; it makes the submissive shiver a little, even without fear. He was already kneeling on the thick, dark rug, waiting. He never looked up until I told him to.

Today, he was wearing the pale pink satin nightie I had selected, the cheap lace scratching his skin. His face was painted heavy, the makeup slightly smudged around the eyes from nervous anticipation. He was not a man now; he was my project. He was my sissy bitch.

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The Betting Pool

Belle 1844-332-2639 X 444

“Now, cum now!” Jessica wailed, slamming her fists down on the coffee table in front of her. “Hold it, slave. Fucking hold it.” Sasha purred, confusing the sub duct tapped to the closet door with a fuck machine pounding his asshole from underneath.

“Let it go, baby.” Becky encouraged, and I cackled while tapping my riding crop against the giant timer that ticked away. All the girls looked over, and Jessica jumped off the couch, ripping her top to flash the sub her bouncy tits. “CUM NOW you STUPID slut!” she yelled at him, but it didn’t matter. Her time in the betting pool had come and gone, yet the sub did not explode.

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If You Dress Like a Girl ...

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

I know you worry about people thinking you’re a gay boy but the truth is, if you dress like a girl when you suck cock it still makes you a heterosexual. There is nothing gay about a girl with a cock in her mouth. It doesn’t matter how hard your little faggot dick gets inside the pretty panties stretched over your tiny boner.

It doesn’t matter that you cup your manboobs inside of the soft bra and lick your lips for another taste of more cum. So long as you’re dressed like a girl it’s totally striaght.

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It's Locktober Time

Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244

Locktolder starts on Wednesday, losers. This year, I plan to hoard the keys of many male slaves. Not just puny little clits either! I want to lock up thick, big dicks too. My hope is that I’ll look like a Janitor with so many chastity keys on my key holder.

Everyone will hear me jingling down the street and think, “There goes Mama Lea and her big ol’ ring of keys.” Locktober is a time of denial, and I expect it to last all thirty-one days!

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Needy Little Cock Tease

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

My Dad’s best friend, Rick, thinks I have no idea how horny he is for me. He tries to play it cool and hide his boner every time I prance into the room, but it’s so obvious how weak he is for me. Last night, he was over our house, drinking and playing music in my Dad’s garage. I’m supposed to leave the boys alone while they are playing, but I was bored. I poked my head through the doorway and wiggled my fingers at my Dad, who rolled his eyes and set down his guitar. “What are you doing, Kayla? It’s a school night, you should be in bed.” I pouted out my lips and slipped into the room, wearing my tiny PJ tank top that hugged tight over my growing breasts and showed a lot of my tiny midriff. The matching PJ shorts were a touch too small, and the bottoms of my buttcheeks peeked out under the short hems. I folded my hands together behind my back and swayed side to side, batting my lashes at Daddy.

“But you guys are playing so well, can I just sit and listen for a little bit?”

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

My basement isn’t for old boxes. It’s for pleasure. And this week, it held Jacques. The chains were thick but soft. Not to hurt him, just to hold him. He was stretched out on the cold stone floor, a thick mat beneath him, with his arms and legs secured. On the first day, he looked excited, but a little nervous too. I just smiled. “Welcome,” I whispered, and his whole body tensed.

I started slow. Just walking around him, my bare feet silent on the floor. I wore a thin robe, the silk brushing my skin. His eyes, usually so confident, were wide and fixed only on me. I could feel his gaze like a physical touch. I bent down, just out of his reach, letting my robe open a little, showing the curve of my thigh. He made a low sound, a guttural groan.

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