Christine 1844-332-2639 ext 468
There’s a certain kind of energy that fills a room when control and confidence meets curiosity. It’s quiet at first—just a glance, a smirk, the subtle understanding that tonight might be a little more exciting than usual.
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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322
I pause at the entrance of the little bar I keep for my “sessions.” It’s a dimly lit back room behind a row of forgotten bottles. Inside, the air smells of cheap drinks and old carpet, and the low hum of a jukebox plays a blues riff that feels like a warning. Not for me, of course. For him.
He’s already there, perched on a cracked leather chair, with his eyes fixed on the floor. He’s a regular. We’ll call him Aaron, though we never use names that aren’t given. Tonight, his limits are a blank page and our job is to write the story together. “Stella,” he says, as his voice trembles with a mixture of anticipation and fear. I offer him a smile that’s half invitation, half challenge. I step closer, as the click of my stilettos punctuate the silence.
Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463
The session started out in my basement as usual. That’s where I come the most alive after all; making all the tiny men and boys submit to me is where I get my Goddess power from. Well, this little twerp’s name was Eric and he was so whiney, always begging to get a piece of my ass or to admire my hot pussy while he jacked his tiny rod.
I usually had to keep him gagged because his voice was just so annoying. He was already down on his knees fully nude and pinching and pulling on his nipples. His feet were tied together behind him, and he was slowly making his way closer to me. I couldn’t believe how pathetic this little man was being right now.
He was asking, “Goddess Melanie, can I please sniff your butt while I jack myself? Let me just admire it.” I let out a loud, strong cackle and said back, “I hate your voice, but god, I love hearing you beg.” I told him he had to work for me more before I let him anywhere near my ass, but he could watch me touch my pussy from ten feet away, no closer.
Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463
John came to my regular dungeon office to beg me to set him up on a job. He wanted to be used and abused to two huge men. It was his fantasy. I made my regular calls and found Chad and Chaz. They were more than up for the challenge. With dicks at least eight to ten inches long and just as thick to match, they knew they could tear John apart.
I started with my six-inch dildo, and I slowly shoved it in John’s mouth and down his throat. I wanted to hear him choke and gag and beg me for a bigger thicker cock. As he was gagging I said, “I think you can take one even bigger than this.” Chad came in the room already naked with his eight-inch cock swinging from side to side. John looked at it with wide eyes and said, “bigger than this?” I laughed and guided Chaz in the room with his ten-inch cock swinging about.
Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403
Let me tell you about the time I scared my captor. One minute I was walking down a dark alley. The next minute I found myself waking up tied and gagged in an unfamiliar room. I blinked and looked around. Finally, I spotted a masked man sitting off to the side watching me as I gathered my bearings. “What am I doing here?” I asked. My question came out muffled behind the gag in my mouth. He reached forward and tugged the gag out of my mouth. “What am I doing here?” I asked again, clearly this time. He grinned what I assumed was supposed to be an evil filled grin and told me that he’d taken me to be his personal play thing.
Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463
Joe came to me, begging for a sexy, sensual ass massage and I was happy to assist. I told him to strip off his clothes, all the way, and to lay down on my bed. He dropped his drawers and pulled his shirt off over his head. He was ready. I ordered him to lay down on his belly, so I had easy access to his back and asshole.
I started by pouring some massage oil in my hand and mixed it up in my hands, so it got warm. My hands ran up and down his back in a sensual way until I slowly found my way to his ass. I gave each ass cheek three sharp spanks and then rubbed out the pain. He begged me not to stop, to keep going. Do you think he knew what was coming next?
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2639 Ext 357
Ever since she could remember, Kayla dreamed of meeting her very own Prince Charming. The kind of knight in shining armor that would scare away her demons and hold her tight the whole night through. She imagined what it would be like to be the LADY OF THE HOUSE and his little wifey. In a big castle where she would cook and clean and be an OBEDIENT WIFE.
However, in all of her dreams, she didn’t imagine the thick cuff locked around her ankle that kept her chained inside her fake little house. For it wasn’t a home she ended up in, but a prison, and that Prince Charming she’d always longed for? Instead, he was MONSTER like she’d never known could be possible.
Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322
He bowed his head as I circled him. Slowly. Deliberately. He didn’t move. He was a perfect statue of obedience. “It is the season for giving, isn’t it, pet?” I whispered. He shivered. “But you know I don’t give things away. I take them. And you are mine to take.”
I picked up the items I had laid out on the high table. First, the ribbon. Not the flimsy kind, but thick, expensive satin. I used it to bind his wrists behind his back, pulling the knot hard until I heard a faint, satisfying moan. I tied his ankles together next, ensuring he couldn’t even shift his weight without fighting the slippery silk. He was perfectly secured, kneeling like a forgotten ornament.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
We were lucky to have fresh powder on the slopes the first day of our vacation up at the ski lodge. The crisp air filled me with so much energy, but watching Jason’s lean body navigate the trails ahead of me all day fueled me with a different kind of energy.
The sun sparkled off the snow-covered pines along the trail, and each time he turned to smirk at me, my tummy fluttered. I knew he was thinking the same thing I was. Yes, this was fun, but tonight would be beyond amazing.
Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322
“Why, Stella? Why do you insist on being the one holding the leash?” They look at the high polish on my boots, or maybe they see the faint marks on my neck left by a tightly fitted collar, wondering what I’ll say. It’s tempting to give them a chic answer about power dynamics or the beautiful theater of kink. But tonight, I will be honest. I don’t love power in the abstract. I love taking it.
The moment it happens—the shift—is a quiet, terrifying thing, even after all this time. You’re watching a person who handles boardroom negotiations or complicated machinery every day suddenly relinquish the single most burdensome thing we all carry: the right to decide. When they kneel, they aren’t just kneeling to me. They are kneeling to the absence of consequence. They are begging to hand over their anxiety, their morality, their burdensome free will, and place it directly in my hands.
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