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paypig

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

The neon glow of the laptop screen reflected in Mark’s tired eyes. Another Friday night, another weekly ritual. A bead of sweat trickled down his temple as he navigated to my profile. Just the sight of it sent a shiver of anticipation, laced with a familiar dread, down his spine. He was a paypig, and me, a Goddess. It was a dynamic we’d established months ago, a strange, consensual game of power and submission. He knew the rules, the boundaries, and the consequences of breaking them – or rather, failing to meet them.

His fingers hovered over the keyboard, a battle raging within him. He knew what I expected. The usual “wallet rinsing,” as I playfully called it. A significant chunk of his paycheck, willingly surrendered to my coffers. He tried to resist, truly. He’d set up budgeting apps, tried to distract himself with hobbies, even considered deleting his social media accounts. But the pull was too strong. It was the anticipation, the thrill of the transgression, the feeling of belonging, however twisted, that kept him coming back.

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Uh oh- Guess What I Found

Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

Uh oh! Don’t you just hate when the nasty, filthy fucking things you do in the dark come out to the light. You thought you were careful. You tried so hard to keep things a secret, but guess what I found? The kitty is really out of the bag now, and I guess we’ll have to see what you’re willing to do to keep me quiet.

See the other day I was forcing a sissy to suck cock. His first one! A very exciting time. As we were scrolling through a particular site, you know, one for fags. Guess whose picture I just happened to stumble upon?!

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gaming

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I smirked, perched on the edge of Liam’s desk, my gaze raking over him. He was tied to his own gaming chair, a pathetic picture of frustrated desire. Miss Anna, a vision in black leather, circled him with her eyes laser-focused on his, her crimson-painted nails tapping against a riding crop she held with menacing grace.

“Having a little trouble, Liam?” I purred, my voice dripping with mock concern. He just groaned, his eyes squeezed shut, a sheen of sweat slicking his forehead. We’d given him a simple rule: hands behind his head, or else. But the little sub was struggling. “Please,” he gasped, eyes fluttering open to meet mine. “Please, Amber, I can’t! I can’t hold it.”

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

The way he begs for me is better than any orgasm. It starts with a look. That hungry, needy stare he gets when I walk into the room wearing nothing but a robe and a smirk. He’s already hard before I even speak. I love that about him—how my presence alone is enough to make him squirm.

“Sit,” I say, and he obeys immediately, settling on the edge of the bed with wide eyes and parted lips.I step in front of him, slowly opening my robe. He inhales sharply, gaze locked on my bare skin, hands clenched at his sides like he’s afraid to touch. He knows better. I haven’t given him permission.

“You want it, don’t you?” I ask, teasing my nipples with my fingers, dragging one hand down my stomach. “Yes,” he breathes. “Please.”  That’s my favorite part. Not the touching. Not even the orgasm. It’s the begging. I live for that whimper in his voice, the tremble in his thighs as he pleads. When he’s on his knees, tongue out, eyes wide and desperate—there’s nothing sexier.

I slide my panties down slowly, watching him watch me. I can see how badly he wants to Continue reading “The Way He Begs for Me Is Better Than Any Orgasm” →

Look What Mommy Has For You

Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270

Last weekend, many boys and girls received Easter baskets filled with toys and treats. Chocolate eggs and frisbees or small dolls made for a very exciting morning, but Mommy saved your Easter present for a more private, special time. I wanted us to be alone so I could show you how to use it properly.

Look what Mommy has for you, baby! A red dildo all of your own! Sit on the bed with me and hold it. Look, it turns on and vibrates! Isn’t that exciting? I can tell by the confusion on your face that you don’t really understand what it’s used for and why its shaped like a big penis. That’s so silly, isn’t it? Yes, I know, it’s much bigger than your penis. That’s one of the reasons Mommy wanted you to have it.

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TS Alexus 844-332-2639 EXT 349

You are at the club, dancing with some friends, trying to get laid. You’ve been here a hundred times before. You overindulge but are still bored with the routine; you slide up to the bar, deciding instead to focus on drinking away your sexual frustration. Two more shots and the room gets a little hazy. Then you see me enter. Statuesque. I step into the room and slowly gaze around my playground. You’ve never seen me before, but my sequin dress hugs my curves, leaving very little to the imagination. Blonde hair flows over my shoulders as I command all the attention in the room. People shift their dance out of the way, and the river of people parts before me.

You quickly order another two shots and wait for them to pour into the tiny glasses, having eyed me as your target. You feel reinvigorated with a tinge of nervousness. I see you staring at me as you shakily down your shots. It’s cute. I saunter over to you as you go to stand up and gently push you back into your seat.

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Glory Hole Master

*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221

We both know you love a good glory hole, but would you call yourself a glory hole master? Or do you need some help to reach that level? The truth is, you frequent the local glory hole even though you try to hide your cock sucking obsession. You don’t need to deny it with me.

Have you been thinking about going down to the local adult bookstore and sucking some cock? I honestly love that these glory holes masquerade as “bookstores”. It makes me laugh every time I see one of these bookstores with men walking out licking their lips. I’ll get you into one of those “bookstores” so we can start your training. You’ll be a glory hole master in no time.
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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

My Daddy learned an SPH lesson and this is how.  Daddy snuck up to my room for the first time last night.  At first, I felt excited.  Here he was, my Daddy, to make my fantasies a reality.  He slipped into my bed and began to kiss and touch me in all the right places.  Daddy knew I wasn’t a virgin.  So, he wasn’t disappointed when he slipped inside me.  But I was disappointed because Daddy’s cock was tiny!  I didn’t say anything right then, I let him do his thing, kiss me, and head back to his bedroom.

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1844-33-CANDY EXT 423

I watch as you enter the chat room, my heart racing with excitement. You’re here for a session with me, your dominatrix, and I can’t wait to get started. I see the nervous look on your face, but I know you’ll enjoy every moment of this.

“Welcome, my dear client,” I say, my voice dripping with authority. “I hope you’re ready to follow my commands and submit to my every desire.”

You nod, your eyes wide with anticipation. I can see the bulge in your panties, and I know you’re already getting hard at the thought of what’s to come. “Good boy,” I say, my lips curling into a smile. Continue reading “A Fun Session with My Sub” →

1844-33-CANDY Ext. 423

You knelt before me, eyes downcast, hands bound behind your back, your arousal evident through the locked chastity cage I had fastened around your manhood. Your submission was a sight to behold, a testament to my dominance. “Remember, you’re here to watch, to learn, to serve,” I reminded you, my voice a husky whisper.

The room was a symphony of moans and sighs, a chorus of pleasure. Multiple black men, each a specimen of raw masculinity, were scattered around the room, their cocks hard and ready. I walked among them, my body bare, my curves on full display. I was the conductor of this orchestra of lust, and they were my instruments. Continue reading “Forcing My Loser in Chastity and Watching Me Take BBC” →