Category: BDSM

The Betting Pool

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“Now, cum now!” Jessica wailed, slamming her fists down on the coffee table in front of her. “Hold it, slave. Fucking hold it.” Sasha purred, confusing the sub duct tapped to the closet door with a fuck machine pounding his asshole from underneath.

“Let it go, baby.” Becky encouraged, and I cackled while tapping my riding crop against the giant timer that ticked away. All the girls looked over, and Jessica jumped off the couch, ripping her top to flash the sub her bouncy tits. “CUM NOW you STUPID slut!” she yelled at him, but it didn’t matter. Her time in the betting pool had come and gone, yet the sub did not explode.

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If You Dress Like a Girl ...

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I know you worry about people thinking you’re a gay boy but the truth is, if you dress like a girl when you suck cock it still makes you a heterosexual. There is nothing gay about a girl with a cock in her mouth. It doesn’t matter how hard your little faggot dick gets inside the pretty panties stretched over your tiny boner.

It doesn’t matter that you cup your manboobs inside of the soft bra and lick your lips for another taste of more cum. So long as you’re dressed like a girl it’s totally striaght.

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It's Locktober Time

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Locktolder starts on Wednesday, losers. This year, I plan to hoard the keys of many male slaves. Not just puny little clits either! I want to lock up thick, big dicks too. My hope is that I’ll look like a Janitor with so many chastity keys on my key holder.

Everyone will hear me jingling down the street and think, “There goes Mama Lea and her big ol’ ring of keys.” Locktober is a time of denial, and I expect it to last all thirty-one days!

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Needy Little Cock Tease

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My Dad’s best friend, Rick, thinks I have no idea how horny he is for me. He tries to play it cool and hide his boner every time I prance into the room, but it’s so obvious how weak he is for me. Last night, he was over our house, drinking and playing music in my Dad’s garage. I’m supposed to leave the boys alone while they are playing, but I was bored. I poked my head through the doorway and wiggled my fingers at my Dad, who rolled his eyes and set down his guitar. “What are you doing, Kayla? It’s a school night, you should be in bed.” I pouted out my lips and slipped into the room, wearing my tiny PJ tank top that hugged tight over my growing breasts and showed a lot of my tiny midriff. The matching PJ shorts were a touch too small, and the bottoms of my buttcheeks peeked out under the short hems. I folded my hands together behind my back and swayed side to side, batting my lashes at Daddy.

“But you guys are playing so well, can I just sit and listen for a little bit?”

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domme

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My basement isn’t for old boxes. It’s for pleasure. And this week, it held Jacques. The chains were thick but soft. Not to hurt him, just to hold him. He was stretched out on the cold stone floor, a thick mat beneath him, with his arms and legs secured. On the first day, he looked excited, but a little nervous too. I just smiled. “Welcome,” I whispered, and his whole body tensed.

I started slow. Just walking around him, my bare feet silent on the floor. I wore a thin robe, the silk brushing my skin. His eyes, usually so confident, were wide and fixed only on me. I could feel his gaze like a physical touch. I bent down, just out of his reach, letting my robe open a little, showing the curve of my thigh. He made a low sound, a guttural groan.

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I'm Just A Girl

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How can you be afraid of little ol’ me? I’m just a girl: my innocent face and soft curves. I’m no danger to a big, strong man like you. What is it that you’re really scared of?

Does it make you nervous that I know exactly what to say to bring you to your knees? That I often whisper the dark fantasies you lust after that you can’t even admit to yourself that you desire them? Or maybe it’s because even after you cum for me, instantly you want more of my attention? Is that what keeps you up at night? The fact that I so easily twist you around my little finger and keep you craving me?

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Lead By Example

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A good trainer is someone who understands the importance of leading by example. I wouldn’t make my sissies do anything that I myself wouldn’t or haven’t done. So when it comes to a new sissies first time sucking cock, I love to make them dress up and watch me give head.

It’s so emasculating, that first time. To be in panties and stockings in front of another man. A real man. One who is about to get pleasured in front of you while you are denied the satisfaction. It’s the first time a sissy learns that serving isn’t about them and that they should begin to welcome denial.

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Puppet's Trip To The Nail Salon

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The nail salon is one of my most favorite places in the world! However, when you’re a spoiled Princess like me, it can become a costly trip every two weeks. Not for me, (HaHa) Daddy typically covers the expense, but this week it was Puppet’s turn to foot the bill.

I sat in the passenger seat, scrolling through nail inspo on my phone as he swung through the drive-through to get my Iced coffee (and one for my tech, who works so hard and deserves a treat too!) before pulling into the Salon’s parking lot. Of course, he hurried from the driver’s seat to open my door and help me out. “Ready for this?” I smiled at him, and he nodded eagerly. I stepped in close to his body and palmed his cock. Giving it a slow, gentle caress. “You’re so hard, already?” He groaned and rocked his cock into my hand. “It’s going to be a long appointment, don’t disappoint me.”

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Amber Chaperons Alexus' Professional Hypno-Therapy Part Three

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Part two

One of Russel’s triggers is that his cock swells at the sound of my name. He also can not cum unless I demand it. This makes a very achy, blue-balled boy when he tries to avoid his hypnotherapy sessions. “Alexus, you’re so good.” Amber purred, which made Russel’s cock jump to attention.

“He has to do anything we say now.” I put down my notebook and stood up to grip Russel’s shoulders and lay him back on the chaise lounge.

“Must do anything, Mistress says,” Russel repeated in a daze.

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Kayla's Rose-Tipped Flogger

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The tapping of my stilettos against the hardwood floor was loud in the silent room as I walked around the quivering bitch awaiting his punishment. Neither of us spoke as the tension built around us. He was entirely naked while I wore sheer black thigh-high stockings and matching sheer panties. Without a bra, the heavy sway of my tits drew his gaze to my stiff nipples and the rose-tipped flogger I held in my hands.

“Will it hurt?” He finally dared to ask. The nervousness in his voice gave me a thrill, but my face refused to show him I was pleased. My fingers pulled through the length of the leather flogger’s tails. The pretty red rose-shaped bits of leather at the end would thud against his skin when I whipped him. Would it hurt, eventually, but not nearly as much as a cane or whip.

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