Category: Domination

Melanie 1-844-332-2639 ext. 463

Mr. Frank was my cheer team’s biggest contributor. He won an award, and I couldn’t wait to give him his prize. He told me backstage one day that he had a fantasy of a cheer team massage turn orgy. I would invite the girls to my house and then ask him to come too. He would walk up the stairs on go to the room at the end of the hallway. That’s where they were waiting for him.

Melissa, the captain and tall blonde, told him to strip down to his boxers if that made him the most comfortable and to lay down on the bed. Melissa came up on his left, and Judy, her right hand, beautiful tall red head, came up on his right side. They were no longer wearing their cheer uniforms but matching red and purple satin lingerie instead.

Judy had some body oil in her hand and started rubbing it in all over Mr. Franks back, down his sculpted ass, and his legs. She told him to turn over; they were ready to handle his front side now too.

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Janine 1-844-332-2639 ext 462

Hey there obedient faggot, you don’t like it as sweet and sensual as my sissies do.  You like it a little more real and rough.  It’s not necessarily soft and prissy when it comes to faggots like you.  Because you know what you are and need a more in your face reminder.  So, you need to be ready to get down on your knees whenever and wherever I tell you.  My faggots give on demand blow jobs to any and all of my friends.  I expect my faggots to be obedient at all times.  So, my faggots are ready to drop to their knees or drop their panties at a moment’s notice.

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Melanie 1-844-332-2639 ext. 463

Eddy came to me one day because he loved my sense of fashion, especially lingerie fashion. He wanted so badly to wear his first pair of panties, but he wasn’t sure how to do it. I told him to come over to my house after work one day and I would love to help ease him into it.

First thing I needed to know was if there was a style, color, fabric that he had in mind. He wanted to feel as girly as possible, so we went for some pink satin bikini panties. I told him that it was a great first option. He came up to my room and I had the perfect pair in mind for him.

Eddy stripped his clothes from the bottom down. I told him he could keep his shirt on for starters if he felt more comfortable, but his pants, underwear and preferably socks would need to come off. He had a nice package to work with, but I didn’t want to pay attention too much and make him uncomfortable.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

My current curiosity belonged to Elias. He was the perfect, arrogant prince of his small, modern kingdom. A penthouse suite protected by layers of steel and, most deliciously, a web of high-definition security cameras. He was a man who believed in control, which meant he feared observation most of all.

I was the only one who truly saw the fissures in his flawless exterior, the things he typed only when he thought the Wi-Fi was off, the desires he locked away when the moon turned cold. This information was my leverage, far more potent than any rotten apple or ill-gotten jewel. I knew what I wanted and would stop at nothing to get it.

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Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

“Sir,” I purred, my voice low and husky just as instructed. “I’ve been bad, haven’t I?” I arched my back in exaggerated submission, the crimson skirt riding up to expose my bare thighs.

My “master,” an imposing figure in his sixties with a greying beard sprinkled with stubble, chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. “Indeed, my little good girl. But fear not, for a stern discipline is just what you need.”

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

The crisp autumn air filled my lungs as I strolled hand-in-hand with my boyfriend, Ethan, through the sprawling orchard. Rows of knobby apple trees stretched before us, their leaves rustling in the gentle breeze. We had arrived early, eager to beat the crowds and savor this idyllic fall morning together.

As we wandered deeper into the orchard, a strange, pulsating rhythm began to filter through the branches above. It sounded like a primal chant, growing louder with each step. Ethan and I exchanged curious glances, our hearts quickening in unison.

Suddenly, a burst of carnal moans replaced the chant, sending shivers down my spine. We rounded a bend in the path, and the scene that unfolded before us was nothing short of surreal.

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

Sissy Baby Tami is a very naughty little sissy baby girl.  Recently, she was so naughty that she’d earned herself a punishment.  So, I got everything ready and called her into my room.  First, I put her over my knee for a good old fashioned spanking.  Oh, you should have heard the racket Tami put up just from getting her bare bottom smacked.  It didn’t stop me though.  I continued to spank her naughty butt until it was the brightest shade of red possible.  “Mommy Zoey!” She squealed kicking her little legs. “I promise I’ll be a good girl!” But I informed her that her punishment had just begun.

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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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If You Dress Like a Girl ...

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

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

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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