Category: BDSM

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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Melanie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 463

How many dirty little secrets do you have? I have an endless amount, but I’ll let you in on one little secret at a time. I want to tell you about the time I went to a sex club and was the center of a nine-person orgy. There were two other beautiful, sexy women, and six men in total. It was delicious!

I walked into the club, and the center room was painted black with a bunch of domination toys. I saw whips and floggers hanging all over the wall. There were a few couches set up in the room and there were already eight people in the middle of a full-fledged orgy. One guy popped his head up and he looked at me and waved me in. I was going to be the center of this orgy!

My clothes were stripped off and I let them hit the floor. I was left standing in my red and purple lingerie, with lacey panties and my stiletto heels. Walking over to the center, I pushed my way into the orgy. I got down on my knees on the floor and hand my hands resting on the couch ready for cocks to pump me full.

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Pussy Free

Rita 844-33-CANDY Ext 413

God, how does it feel being a pussy free loser? The best part of it all is you don’t even have a little dick. Most pussy free idiots aren’t that way by choice. They are born with a two-inch prick that no female wants. Not you, though, you’re handsome, or at least most people think so, intelligent, and funny. Yet, look at what I’ve turned you into.

A broke dick gooner who can’t cum without being humiliated by a beautiful woman you’ll never sink your dick into. Are you embarrassed? Because you should be.

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Down In Our Basement

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

Amber and I have been friends forever. We’re so close that living together just made sense. We like the same things, enjoy the same types of boys, and have so much fun together. But, like most girls… we have a deep, dark secret. A desire that borders on, shall we say, the illegal side of things? No one would suspect it from us. We appear so innocent and sweet, but there is a darkness inside of us that longs to be fed.

And so we feed it, down in our basement.

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Nadia 1-844-332-2639 ext. 377

It’s finally happening…

The heavy oak door of his office clicked shut behind me, the sound echoing in the sudden, profound silence. It was just us. The air was thick with the scent of old books and his cologne, something rich and woodsy that made my head spin. I clutched the pretense of my failed exam paper in my hand, the crisp edges digging into my sweaty palm. He didn’t say a word at first, just leaned back against the edge of his large mahogany desk, crossing his arms. His gaze was intense, a physical weight that traveled down my body, lingering on the swell of my breasts beneath my thin blouse and the hem of my skirt that suddenly felt far too short.

When he finally spoke, my name was a low rumble that vibrated through the floorboards. He pushed off the desk and took a single step toward me, closing the distance until I could feel the warmth radiating from his body. He gently took the crumpled paper from my hand and tossed it aside, his fingers lingering against mine for a fraction of a second too long.

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Melanie 1-844-332-2639 ext 463

So, Jess found out that her newlywed husband was cheating on her with a skank, so we invited the two of them to my friend’s dominatrix dungeon as the guests of honor. We looked through all the toys and found a vibrator, a cock cage and an electroshock wand. Oh, what fun can we have with these. The skank was already chained to the wall with her arms above her head and her legs spread apart. The husband was tied to a chair right across from her.

I wanted to hear the skanks screams and cries, but of course everything was consensual and there were safe words put in place. I had a pair of nipple clamps and hooked them up to her perky nipples. She cringed a little bit at that, but the nipples were perky, so I know she enjoyed them.

I cut off her pants and pulled her panties to the side while I put the vibrator right on her clit. Her whole body wiggled, and she let out moan after moan. It was turning me on as well, but I was trying to keep my cool.

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