Category: BDSM

Nail Day Part Three

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

Mimi swept the last brush of shalac over my nails, and I tucked them under the blue light to cure. My shirtless, rock-hard puppet still knelt beside me. My toes teased his pulsing length while the end of his leash rested in my lap. “Ready for your pedicure, Miss?” I pulled my hands free of the light to inspect my new claws. They were perfect, coffin shapes. Long and sharp. I dragged them down Jon’s chest and grinned.

“More than ready.” As I stood, my puppet began to stand as well. I tapped his nose with a long nail and shook my head. “Crawl.”

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Daddy's Naughty Girl

Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

They say the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, and that’s so true for my naughty daddy and me. I’m horny all the time, just like him. I always have been. It seems like the older I get, the hornier my daddy is getting for me. I keep catching him sneaking into my laundry hamper and stealing my panties. I just know he’s jerking off into them, and I wish he’d forget the panties and just pump his load into me!

He’s been acting like it’s too naughty for us to fuck, but I know he wants to. He just needs a firmer push from his naughty girl.

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Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

After my morning coffee, it was time to pull out my smother slave—the one who lives in a box under my bed. The box is on wheels and is so convenient. When I wish to forget I own a slave, I simply shove the drawer-like compartment under my bed and forget about him, but when I wish to use him as my toilet slave, a quick pull, and there he is!

Strapped down on his back inside the box that sports two holes. One for his face and one for his erection. Just the feeling of being pulled from under the bed gets him hard because he knows my ass is soon to follow.

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Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270

Now the fun in the playroom had spiked! Sluterella seemed to be getting more and more comfortable (and mouthy) the more we passed her around. She was getting hornier and hornier, tasting more of her precum for each PSO who took ownership over her.

I watched, while setting up other calls, as Amber used the black whore and passed her to Anna. By the time Anna was finished putting the little bitch on her knees, she was back in my DM’s begging to cum. “Please, Ma’am. I did my job, I got passed around, may I cum?” I smirked into my screen and told her she’d have to wait till my current call was finished. Denying desperate cocks always makes my own panties wet. Plus, I was anxious to see that fucking cock again!  Continue reading “Passing Around Sluterella Part Three” →

control

Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

They come to me looking for control. No, worse. They come pretending they want it, like submission is some romantic fantasy spun from silk and flowers and candlelight. But I must disillusion you. Control isn’t soft. It’s the echo of a belt on bare skin. It’s the look in someone’s eyes when they realize they’ve gone too far and there’s no going back. I don’t do gentle. I don’t do forgiveness. And I certainly don’t do second chances. I’m the consequence you didn’t think you’d earn.

Last night, a man called me “Stella, darling” during a session. Not “Ma’am.” Not “Mistress.” Darling. I didn’t correct him. I let him ruin himself with his own carelessness. We were in the basement. The one with the cold concrete floor and the steel cuffs bolted to the wall. He was on his knees, trembling. Not from fear (yet), but from anticipation. That always amuses me. The hope humans carry, even when they’re already doomed to fail.

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Ignore Chat

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

Abby knelt beside my desk. Dressed in red lingerie with her eight-inch dildo shoved up her pussy. Her panties clung tight to the embarrassingly small sissy clit, so I didn’t have to look at it if I happened to catch a glimpse from my peripherals.

My fingers danced over the keys, entertaining a thrilling roleplay with a real man as Abby panted and hugged onto my ankle. Being ignored turned her on so much.

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To Swallow His

Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208

Everyone thinks she is the perfect wife. Loyal and sweet. A homemaker! She packs your lunch before you leave for work, kisses you goodbye, and then drops the kids off at school. She cleans your house and goes to the gym. Keeping that perfect figure tight.

Youre the envy of your friends. They all wish they had a wife like yours, but what they don’t know is that after she tucks your kids into bed, she goes to swallow his.

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Isabelle 1844-33-candy Ext 464

Detention is where I am right now, and where I belong. Seated in my plaid skirt, I was innocently minding my own business, white shirt loosely unbuttoned to tempt Mr.Black, a plan I’d hatched with the intention of provoking a reaction. Suddenly, I saw Mr.Black look up from his desk. His eyes reflect a hungerthat immediately tightens my thighs.

He knew I was a bad girl, and I was desperate for him to teach me a lesson I wouldn’t forget. “Isabelle,” he growled, standing up and walking over to lock the classroom door. ” You’ve been distracting the entire class with your attitude. It’s time you learned your lesson.”

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Speculum

xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

It’s hump day, and there is no one around the house to hump me. I’ve decided, today is the day I’m going to stretch out my pussy with the reusable, metal speculum I bought online. Getting naked and lounging on my couch, I was waiting for a fun phone sex boy to call me up.

It was good that he didn’t know what he wanted to talk about because I wanted him to hear me ruin my pussy. I described the duckbill like a gynecologist’s tool, and he sounded like he was getting hot over the idea of finding out just how wide my pussy would open.

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Alexus 1844-332-2639 x 349

Your girl wants a threesome, and that sounded so sexy to you until you realized she meant MFM, and you would never let your dick be next to another dude’s junk.

She said she was too jealous to let it be FMF, so it felt like you were at an impasse. Until she softly suggested you find a unicorn. You know, a transgirl with a beautiful cock but also a great set of tits, so you didn’t feel like you were fucking her with a dude. First, you said no. Dick was dick, and it didn’t matter what else was attached, but then she started showing you some sexy trans porn, and you quickly found yourself getting rock hard at the idea.

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