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1844-33-CANDY EXT 423

“You’re late,” I say, looking at my watch as you walk through the door.

“I’m sorry, Mistress,” you reply, bowing your head in submission. “I apologize for my tardiness.”

I can see the fear in your eyes, and I know you’re wondering what punishment awaits you for your disobedience. Then I stand up from my chair and walk over to you, my heels clicking against the hardwood floor. After that, I reach out and stroke your cheek, feeling the stubble on your chin.

“You know what happens to slaves who are late, don’t you?” I ask, my voice low and seductive.

“Yes, Mistress,” you reply, your voice trembling.

“Good,” I say, my lips curling into a smile. “Follow me.”

I lead you to the back of the house, to the room where I keep all of my toys. I can see your eyes widen as you take in the array of whips, chains, and other devices that I use to punish my slaves. Continue reading “Don’t Be Late!” →

simon

Amber 1-844-332-2639

Simon had been your neighbor for years, but it was only recently that you’d discovered how kinky he was. The first time you’d seen him naked had been a shock, but not as much as when you’d caught him jerking off to some porn on his laptop. You’d felt guilty about spying on him, but you couldn’t tear your eyes away. The way his dick pulsed and twitched in his hand, the way his balls drew up tight before he shot his load, it was mesmerizing.

When you’d accidentally stumbled into his house that day, you’d been half-afraid he’d kick you out or, worse. But instead, he’d smiled at you, his eyes gleaming with mischief and something darker, something you couldn’t quite name. “I’ve been watching you, Amber,” he’d said, his voice low and husky. “Watching you grow up into a beautiful, sexy woman.” You’d blushed at the compliment, but there had been something in his gaze that had made your heart race. “You want to learn, don’t you?” he’d asked, his hand still wrapped around his dick. “You want to learn all the things I can teach you.” You’d nodded, unable to speak. You’d wanted to learn, more

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I Said No

Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208

My friend Tanya invited me to this big house party she was having, and I decided to go. She hired a DJ and a caterer, like, really went all out. As soon as I arrived, she gave me a sloppy hug; it was clear she’d already had one too many. There was a tall, sexy as fuck dude following her around. Almost as if he was watching that she wouldn’t get herself into any trouble, but the air around him was dangerous, not protective.

I squeezed Tanya to me and whispered in her ear, “Who’s your shadow?” She flipped around and yelled, “WHO?” So obvious. I was embarrassed and pulled her back toward me. “The dude that’s been following you all night?” Her mouth made a giant “O” shape, and she nodded as if she finally understood the question. “My cousin, Nick. He’s visiting for the holidays. He’s cool.” That was all she said before something shiny caught her eye, and she darted off into the crowd.

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Cock Cage Consultant

Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244

I aint never heard so much complaining as I did through Locktober. So many boys must not know how to fit their dicks in proper cages.

Now that we are in No Nut November, I think it’s bout time you call the cock cage consultant and allow me to help get you fitted in the right size cage for you. See, I’d even bet you didn’t know there was sizes to the damn things, didcha?

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I hope you’re feeling that delicious mixture of frustration and arousal, because I’ve got you locked up tight in that chastity cage, and I’m the only one who holds the key.

I know how much you crave release, how desperately you want to feel your cock throbbing and spurting as you reach the pinnacle of pleasure. But I’m the one who decides when – or even if – you get to experience that exquisite sensation.

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power

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Amber craved the thrill of power play and the ecstasy of submission. And tonight, she was going to experience it all with Jackson, a dominant man who had a reputation for being demanding – yet generous – in the bedroom. As soon as Jackson arrived, he took charge. “Get undressed, Amber. I want to see you naked,” he commanded, his voice firm and authoritative. Amber obeyed, stripping off her clothes and standing before him in all her glory. Jackson’s eyes roamed over her body, taking in every inch of her curves.

“You’re fucking beautiful,” he murmured, tracing a finger along her collarbone. A shiver ran down Amber’s spine as he took control. Jackson led her to the bed and instructed her to kneel on all fours. He then produced a set of handcuffs and fastened them around her wrists, securing her to the bedposts. Amber’s heart raced as she felt the cold metal against her skin. She was completely at Jackson’s mercy, and she loved it. He ran his hands over her body, teasing her nipples and tracing a path down to her wet pussy. “You’re soaked,” Jackson growled, sliding a finger inside her. Amber moaned, her body trembling with

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He Needs A New Slut

Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208

My BBC best friend told me the other day how he was bored with the slut serving him, and he was in need of a new one. With a quick smile, I assured him I had the perfect little faggot for him.

You aren’t going to disappoint me and refuse, are you? No, I didn’t think so. We both know you’d do anything for me. You’d humiliate and degrade yourself for my amusement, and it just so happens that watching my thick dicked bestie fuck his massive cock through you would amuse me.

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thighs

TS Alexus 844-332-2639 EXT 349

Thunder thighs are sometimes thought of as wobbly, meaty thighs, but my strong legs are the real version of thunder and lighting. Because when they come together, I crush whoever is caught between them. It’s crazy how much crunching a man between my legs can turn him on.

The other night, a larger man came to me asking for just that. The thunder treatment. He wanted to feel helplessly trapped between my toned legs, and I was going to give him precisely what he wished for.

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Amber 1-844-33-CANDY ext 404

You suggest we leave the club and go back to your place. I hesitate for a moment, but the thought of what could happen between us is too enticing to resist. As soon as we’re through the door, you take control. I can feel your hands roaming my body, possessively claiming me as yours. You pull away, your eyes dark with desire. “I’ve been thinking about this all night,” you growl, your fingers tracing the hem of my dress. “I want to tie you up and have my way with you.”

My breath hitches in my throat as you speak, my body trembling with anticipation. I nod my head, giving you my consent. You waste no time, leading me to your bedroom, tying me to the bedposts with soft, silky ropes, and exploring every inch of my body with your hands and mouth. Your fingers dance close to my pussy but never quite touch it. I’m writhing beneath you, desperate for release.

“Please,” I beg, my voice hoarse with need. “Please what?” you ask, your fingers finally sliding inside me. “Fuck me,” I gasp, my hips bucking against your hand. You don’t need any more encouragement and

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2639 x 357

In his hidden room, I lay naked on a dirty, sweat-stained mattress. I don’t know where he is or who he might be with, but I do know that he’ll be back. He always comes back for me. How long I’ve been here, I couldn’t say. Hours turned to days, and days felt as though they had passed into months. No one will find me here in his hidden room.

The bruises from when he took me no longer grace my skin but instead are replaced with the chaffing from the cuffs that keep me chained just A few feet from my mattress. I know it pleases him that I no longer cry at the sight of him. Instead, I can usually hold my tears in now until he gets too rough.

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