Category: BDSM

Melanie 1-844-332-2639 ext 463

I got home from school, and I heard some noise upstairs, so being the curious kitten that I am, I went to investigate. I took off my shoes so I could be quiet and tiptoed up the stairs in my socks. The moans and grunts were coming from the room at the end of the hallway. The door was cracked open, and I peeked in and saw my older brother trying on our mothers’ panties!

I started giggling but had to cover my mouth quickly, so I wasn’t caught. I pulled out my cell phone and turned on the camera and started recording him. Having no idea I was standing there, until I slowly creaked the door open, he still didn’t know I was there once I walked in. I heard him gasp and saw him turn around. He was wearing mom’s thong and matching bra! His hand quickly covered his cock that was peeking out of the side of the thong.

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nye domme

Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

I smooth my black corset, the red lace trim catching the dim light. Tonight is New Year’s Eve, but there’ll be no drinks for me. The only thing on my menu tonight is the sound of surrender. Liam arrives at 11:59pm. His breath fogs in the cold air as he knocks. I let him in. He wears the plain gray shirt I told him to wear. No collar yet. Not tonight. Not until the clock breaks.

My room is a cathedral of shadows. Candles flicker on the floor. Their wax pools underneath them like dark hearts. The air smells of fear. Liam’s favorite song plays on loop. Clair de Lune, the keys falling like rain. I watch him shiver. He knows what to do. “You know the rules,” I say. My voice is soft. He nods as I tie his hands behind his back with the red ribbon I saved for this night. My favorite color. It matches the little scars on his wrists from last year’s celebration.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I have a particular method of enforcement that is both swift and merciless. Whenever one of my subs disobeys or falls short of my expectations, they are subject to a punishment that is as humiliating as it is physically uncomfortable. With a mere glance, I can command them to slap, flick, or otherwise torment their own cock while I cackle with glee. The act is a clear and honest reminder that their body is mine to control.

The first time it happens, they are often taken aback by how much it stings. But as the instances pile up, and the slaps and flicks become more frequent, they begin to break. Their ego falters, their pride cracks, and their tears start to flow like a waterfall. And all they can say in the moment is “ow” or (my favorite) “yes, Mistress Amber.” Like the pathetic bitches they are.

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Christmas At Grandmas

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

I love Christmas at Grandma’s house. It’s often the only time I get to see my family and cousins who live across the country. Her house is always full of sweet smells and so much warmth. The few days we spend packed in there are usually full of love and laughter.

This year, however, something is… different. Maybe it’s the way my breasts fill out this too-small dress I had no choice but to change into when Kelly-Ann spilled Grandma’s Christmas pudding all over my regular clothing. I guess I left this dress here a few years ago, and it’s much too tight now. It cinches in my waist and barely covers my buttcheeks. Or maybe it’s the way my older cousin can’t keep his eyes off me.

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Santa submits

Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

One day, I get a very special client. It was Santa Claus. Yes, THE Santa Claus. He comes to me and says, “Stella, I need your help. I am always giving, always making others happy. But I want to feel something different. I want to feel submission.”

I am surprised. Santa Claus, the man who brings joy to everyone, wants to be submissive? I accept the challenge. I tell him to call me “Mistress Stella” and to do exactly as I say. Santa comes to my place, wearing his big red suit. I tell him to take it off and wear something more comfortable. He obeys, and soon he is in a little black shirt and pants. I like it.

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BBC

Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270

A BBC Gang Bang! This is like an intervention. I’m annoyed with you for not being who you are. You are a cock loving sissy cuck, and you know it. The amount of avoiding and denying you’ve been doing is unreal and also very, very over. Your darling Mommy has organized the best coming-out party for you!

A BBC Gang Bang, just for you!!  That’s right! I found six of the fattest cocks in North Carolina and brought them here tonight just for the purpose of stretching you open!

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My Heels Are Bigger

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

My standard rule is if my dick is bigger than yours, I get to be the top. It only makes sense; no one wants to get fucked by a small dick, and I deserve at least six and a half inches if I’m going to bend over. However, since it’s the season of giving, I’ll be generous and spread my cheeks for you if your dick is bigger than my heels.

Oh, no… My heels are bigger?! You don’t even have five inches in your pants? How do you even call yourself a man?

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domme

Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

He bowed his head as I circled him. Slowly. Deliberately. He didn’t move. He was a perfect statue of obedience. “It is the season for giving, isn’t it, pet?” I whispered. He shivered. “But you know I don’t give things away. I take them. And you are mine to take.”

I picked up the items I had laid out on the high table. First, the ribbon. Not the flimsy kind, but thick, expensive satin. I used it to bind his wrists behind his back, pulling the knot hard until I heard a faint, satisfying moan. I tied his ankles together next, ensuring he couldn’t even shift his weight without fighting the slippery silk. He was perfectly secured, kneeling like a forgotten ornament.

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

We were lucky to have fresh powder on the slopes the first day of our vacation up at the ski lodge. The crisp air filled me with so much energy, but watching Jason’s lean body navigate the trails ahead of me all day fueled me with a different kind of energy.

The sun sparkled off the snow-covered pines along the trail, and each time he turned to smirk at me, my tummy fluttered. I knew he was thinking the same thing I was. Yes, this was fun, but tonight would be beyond amazing.

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domme

Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

“Why, Stella? Why do you insist on being the one holding the leash?” They look at the high polish on my boots, or maybe they see the faint marks on my neck left by a tightly fitted collar, wondering what I’ll say. It’s tempting to give them a chic answer about power dynamics or the beautiful theater of kink. But tonight, I will be honest. I don’t love power in the abstract. I love taking it.

The moment it happens—the shift—is a quiet, terrifying thing, even after all this time. You’re watching a person who handles boardroom negotiations or complicated machinery every day suddenly relinquish the single most burdensome thing we all carry: the right to decide. When they kneel, they aren’t just kneeling to me. They are kneeling to the absence of consequence. They are begging to hand over their anxiety, their morality, their burdensome free will, and place it directly in my hands.

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