Melanie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 463

One of my ex-lovers was being naughty, so he needed to be punished! Miss Melanie to the rescue! I walked into his kitchen, and he already had a punishment tool picked out. Sitting on his kitchen island was a wooden ruler. Let’s see how man ways we can use this.

I told Kevin to strip off his pants, boxers too, and to bend over the kitchen island. He needed to close his eyes too and be ready. I spanked him with an open hand to start and to warm up his ass. Left and then right. My hand didn’t leave any marks this time, but the ruler sure would.

I took the ruler in my hand and smacked it a few times against my palm to give him a warning and I saw him jump each time the ruler struck my hand. His ass was ready and waiting. Whack! Whack! Whack! I smacked him five times hard across both cheeks at the same time. He winced each time again.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

I checked my watch. Exactly 8:00 PM. No need for rushing. That is the first rule of control. A Domme never rushes. The air was cool. I like it that way; it makes the submissive shiver a little, even without fear. He was already kneeling on the thick, dark rug, waiting. He never looked up until I told him to.

Today, he was wearing the pale pink satin nightie I had selected, the cheap lace scratching his skin. His face was painted heavy, the makeup slightly smudged around the eyes from nervous anticipation. He was not a man now; he was my project. He was my sissy bitch.

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The Betting Pool

Belle 1844-332-2639 X 444

“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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It's Locktober Time

Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244

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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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

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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Kayla's Rose-Tipped Flogger

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

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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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

Would you like to know the things you can do to me?  Me your personal no taboo pain slut.  You can force me to fuck or suck you anytime and anywhere.  How does that appeal to you?  Would you like your own personal fuck doll that you can use and have available at your beck and call?  Feel free to order me on my knees and open my mouth so that you can fuck my face at will.  I swallow every load of cum you give me without complaint.

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Spit Bubbles

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I have a craving for spit bubbles today. I’m a girl who always indulges in her desires. That’s why I’ve slipped you into the latex vacuum bed. The soft whirring of the vacuum blocks out any other sounds around you as it constantly pulls the air from the bag, causing the latex to suck against you like a second skin.

Head to toe, you are entirely encapsulated in the vacuum bed, except for the hole just big enough to allow your hard cock to stretch through. From within the bed, you’ll be unable to struggle or protest—such an effective bondage method.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I crave the secrets hidden within your mind, the forbidden desires that make you tremble with need. I invite you to confide in me, to whisper into my ear the darkest, dirtiest, most taboo thoughts that set your body alight with primal lust.

No judgment, only understanding and consent. In my presence, you are free to unshackle your repressed longings, to speak them aloud without fear of condemnation. I will listen intently as you confess what makes your cock hard and what fantasies consume you in the night.

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

Your cock gets hard and stiff as you watch me rub the oil on my feet.  Lubricating my soles and toes and arches.  My skin warming up the oil and getting my tooties all slick and slippery for you.  You think about my body heat warming up that oil as I spread it over my feet.  Then I pour some of the oil on my hands and rub it all over your cock.  I feel your cock twitch in my hands as I stroke it up and down.  My oiled hands slide easily up and down the shaft of your swollen aching cock.

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