Category: BDSM

You should be eating TS Alexus's ass!

TS Alexus 844-332-2639 EXT 349

Football season is nearly over, and I can’t stand to miss a game. One of my horny little fuckboys begged to come over on Sunday. I tried to tell him I wasn’t in the mood for entertaining while I watched the games, but he promised he would just eat my ass and stay out of my way. Who could say no to a little ass eating?

The first game of the day was nearly over when he showed up. I didn’t even look in his direction, I told him I didn’t like to be interrupted during game time, but he just waltzed right over and got to work. I was lying on the couch on my stomach, and he shimmied my leggings down; I didn’t even lift a hip to help him.

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Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410

For as long as you can remember, you’ve had this fantasy of being trampled on by a giantess. Well, I’m not a giant, but I’m a solid fucking girl, and I want to trample you. Lay down, completely naked, while I step up on your chest. One foot, to let you feel half my weight as you look up at my still-clothed body. Then the next foot. My full BBW Teen weight is now on your chest. Is it difficult to breathe?

You haven’t felt anything yet!

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Vada 844-33-CANDY (844-332-2639) ext 433

 

Hello Sissy! I know you are probably frustrated about your lack of confidence when it comes to all things women. Just glancing into my bright, piercing blue eyes causes you to forget how to speak. You love women, I know. You love women so much you want to be one, don’t you, my pet? You’re looking for…

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Francie needs a human ashtray

xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

Welcome, slave. I’m so glad you’ve signed up to be my human ashtray. You should be fucking grateful to even be in my presence. Get to your knees and crawl here. Have you always been such a fat slob? This is going to stop now; I want a slave who is pleasing to the eye. From now on, you will only eat what I provide, and you’ll work out an hour a day: cardio and weights. You’ve let yourself go, and why shouldn’t you when you have no other purpose?

Well, now, ashtray, you have a purpose. To please me. Pick up that lighter and flick the flame to life. I’ll lean in close, the smell of my perfume making your prick ache to be closer to me. Don’t worry, little slut. I’ll toy with that clit if you’re well-behaved.

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Francie gets a house slave for Christmas

xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

All I wanted for Christmas was my very own house slave. A man who I could boss around and fuck whenever I wanted. You know, a boy toy who has no say if, when, or how. He just is there when I want to use him and locked in a closet when I don’t. I figured the best place to find one would be the bar. I dressed super sexy, with my handy helper powder tucked in my purse.

Mmm, I was in luck! There were lots of sexy men hanging out tonight. All I had to do was take my pick. That’s when I saw you sitting at the bar, scrolling through your phone—not even paying attention to that glass by your side. I prepped my helper and “accidentally” bumped into you. As you looked up to see who’d tripped against you, I dumped the helper into your drink and began apologizing for disturbing you. When you saw how sexy I was, you asked if you could buy me a drink.

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Financial Fetish Specialist

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

You have special needs. The things you crave are dangerous if allowed to get out of hand. Your choice of kink can start innocently enough, but it’s a slippery slope into obsession. Before you know it, you’re addicted! That next fix could be the straw that puts you in debt or leaves you homeless. The craving can get so strong that you find yourself skipping work just to indulge.

For these reasons, you need a financial fetish specialist. Kayla Cumsalot is well-versed and experienced in balancing financial addictions. Whether you can give a little or give a lot, she’ll know exactly how to keep your coin in check.

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ALYSSA 1-844-332-2639, extension 202

Orgasm thief of all of your joy. There will only be ruined orgasms for you. That’s right, you will get no orgasms from this point forward. It’s hilarious that you actually think you deserve an orgasm. I will make it my mission in life to ruin every orgasm. Why?  Because I enjoy it and I mean every last one of them. It is so much fun watching you get to the edge and then absolutely ending any chance of pleasure or release. Expect to goon for hours and never reach your happy ending. There will be no end in sight for you.

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Sir showed me the new remote control toy he’d bought for our dinner date tonight.  My knees trembled in both excitement and trepidation for what the evening held in store for me and my pussy.  Now the directions to wear panties tonight made more sense.  Sir told me to pull my skirt up.  He tugged my panties down and pushed the toy into my pussy, settling it in place.  Then, of course, he had to do a test of the toy all the way up and all the way down.  That’s the exact moment I knew this would be a challenging night.  Then, with a final reminder that I wasn’t allowed to cum without permission, he pulled my panties back into place.

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Franny Attends his holiday party

xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

Liam didn’t even look back as he strode off the dancefloor. He had left me in my lingerie, my beautiful dress now just a puddle on the floor. I could have said no, or picked up my dress and screamed that I didn’t want to play. But I did. I desperately wanted to be a good girl for him. Not to mention how badly I ached for whatever my reward would be.

My throat felt dry as I tried to swallow. The crowd of middle-aged men was upon me now. I didn’t know why Liam had brought me as the entertainment for his holiday party, but I knew I wasn’t going to disappoint him.

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

I whimpered as my hands pulled at the red ropes holding my wrists to the bedpost. “Please, just let me touch you.” Sean ignored my pleas and peeled the wrapper off yet another candy cane. My body was covered with the sticky sugar. Two hours ago, he had stripped my body and told me I needed to relax a little. He said he would make me feel so good that all my holiday stress would melt away.

I believed him, and he was kind of right. I wasn’t thinking about work or family drama when he used the hairdryer to melt the candy cane over my nipples. The way the red and white stripes ran over my breasts as they liquified was beautiful. He was being slow and meticulous. Not allowing me to deviate him from his plans.

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