Category: BDSM

Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

Beneath me, Marcus’ muscular body contorted into a posture that defied comfort as my gloved fingers traced the angry welts that bloomed across his back like a dark, intricate map. He shuddered and a single gasp escaped his lips, but he didn’t dare speak. He knew the rules of my house…silence was his only currency, and he was currently bankrupt.

“Do you remember the terms, Marcus?” I whispered, amused by our exchange. Instead of waiting for him to answer, I tightened the leather strap I’d secured around his throat, watching the way his eyes widened with terror, then picked up the heavy-duty flogger. I didn’t hold back. The first strike landed with a sickening thwack that echoed off the walls, followed immediately by the wheezing sound of his breath leaving his body.

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My Pussy Belongs To My Boyfriend

Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208

“Can I come with you this time?” Barry begged from his knees. I didn’t even respond. The night I met Don, Berry and I had been out to dinner, and when sparks flew, he just happened to come along for the ride. Don loved the idea of my Husband witnessing how he fucked me, but only once. Our first hook-up was magic. His big black cock was better than any dick I’d taken before, and he knew exactly how to use it.

Barry was humiliated that he’d cum in his pants just watching us make out, and then his pathetic cuck cock spewed several more times that night. Don and I continued seeing each other, of course, the sex was too good to give up, but Barry had never been allowed to watch again.

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Gabrielle 1-844-332-2639 ext 469

It’s the middle of a hot summer, temperatures well into the nineties, and all I want to do is take a cool shower. Perfect timing, because my shower broke and now I have to go to a public center with a bunch of strangers. I got to the center and into the shower room where there were ten showers lined up, and not very private might I add. All it had was a skinny little curtain; surely someone would see me.

Oh well, the shower calls.

I dropped my clothes and they hit the floor softly. So far no one was here, so I was comfortable being nude with little protection. I turned the shower on, making sure it was cool water. I stepped in and the cool water against my hot, sweaty body felt amazing. I let it soak my hair and run down my body.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

I call it my gallery, though most would call it a dungeon. People focus too much on the wreckage of souls left behind in my wake, but never enough on the tools that craft such transformations. I walk the length of the room, as my heels click against the polished floor. To my left, the rack of whips perfectly catches the dim light. They are my finest instruments, with each one balanced to a fraction of an ounce. I use them frequently and adoringly.

Further down the wall, protected behind glass, lies my collection of heavy iron toys. These are for when I require total stillness. The weighted spreaders, the chrome-plated clamps, and the intricate, velvet lined locks all look so pretty in their perfect places. Each piece is a masterpiece of cold, unyielding geometry. I love the way they look…clean, clinical, and utterly indifferent to the humanity they are meant to restrain.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

Julian knew the drill. He knew that when I summoned him after a lapse in discipline, any form of pleasantries were entirely off the table. “Look at me, Julian,” I said, staring directly at him. There was a faint sheen of sweat on his forehead. He had spent the last hour stewing in his own anticipation, wondering exactly how I intended to address the unauthorized communication he’d sent earlier that afternoon. When a sub steps out of line, they don’t just lose my favor. They provide me with an opportunity to remind them exactly who owns their focus.

I walked toward him, as my heels clicked on the hardwood floor. It was a sound he had learned to associate with the impending weight of my expectations. I stopped inches from him, invading his space until he tilted his head back, forcing him to maintain eye contact with me. “You were naughty today,” I whispered, trailing a manicured finger along his jawline before pressing firmly against his pulse point. I felt his heart racing beneath my touch. “You thought you could operate outside the boundaries I set for you. You thought you could have…a secret.”

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TS Alexus 844-332-2639 EXT 349

A friend called me and asked if I would come over. He’d been having some thoughts and just needed to talk. So, of course, I hurried right over, not knowing what it was that was on his mind. We’ve been friends for only a few months, and he knows a little about my life before the transformation, but I wondered if those were the kinds of questions he would ask.

I sat beside him on his couch, and he looked so nervous. I think he was even sweating. “So, Alexus,” He cleared his throat and looked down at his lap. “I think I’m just a little bi-curious and was wondering if, umm, maybe, I could just…” I nodded, trying to help him get the words out. “If, if, if I could just suck your cock a little bit? To see if I like it! I’m just a little curious, is all; not gay, though!”

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Dumb Little Butthole Slut

Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270

Once upon a time, Nicki was a cool boy. Popular with the ladies because of his charming smile and giant dick, but then he met Mama Felicity and made a stupid wish. “I want to be a humiliated, diapered, bimbo buttslut.” And like the phone sex genie I am...

I made all of Nicki’s wishes come true. Now, the blonde bimbo not only has a prescription for diapers (wearing 24/7 will ruin any control you think you have) but she pays her rent by slutting out her butthole for real men while she’s caged and denied any pleasure.

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Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

My rod was craving a sissy pussy to fuck, and I was ready to turn Bob into Barbara. Bob called me at his usual time and told me he was ready to get sissified. I told him to come over in the morning, and we could create a beautiful Barabara, and some pounding would be included.

The morning came and Bob arrived on time, eager to turn into Barbara. Summer was upon us, so I found it fitting to dress Bob up in a beautiful yellow sundress, covering a matching light pink bra and panty set. I put sandals on her so she could walk around casually. She wanted to be covered with natural makeup, and a curly blonde wig. She was beautiful, and Barbara was born.

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Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

God, I have to tell you about the hottest beach day I’ve ever had. Candy Call Girl Jamie was recently in San Diego, and I invited her to spend the day at the beach with me so I could get to know her better. I love her little punk rock attitude, and after a few two-girl calls, I had to discover if she sucked cock the same way she described doing it.

It was a little awkward at first. Understandably! We’ve fucked on the phone, but this was the first time we’d met in person. Her petite body was driving me wild! From the first “hello’s”, it was hard for me to keep my erection under control. We carried our things down the sand, and once everything was set up, I sat on the blanket. The little cock tease stood in front of me to strip off her bathing suit cover.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

I curate a lifestyle for men who have forgotten how to be small. My roster is a collection of gray suits and tired eyes who come to my door seeking the relief of total surrender. They want to be hollowed out. They pay for the privilege of letting me hold the map to their sanity. But then there is Jonathan.

Jonathan is a paradox. He’s a high-stakes litigator by day, weaving verbal traps and shaping reality so it bends to his will. He treats our sessions like a debate, pushing back against my boundaries with a smug, calculated charm. Jonathan treats my authority as a collaborative suggestion rather than a divine law. Which, let’s be honest, is quite a stupid choice for such an intelligent man.

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