Category: Domination

Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

I never thought something like this could happen to me. But it did, and now my life has been turned upside down. It all started last weekend when I was visiting my boyfriend at his parents’ house. His dad has always been a little creepy with me, “accidentally” walking in on me changing, giving me long hugs that feel inappropriate. But I brushed it off, thinking he was just a flirtatious old man. I was wrong.

Everything changed the night my boyfriend and his mom went out for dinner, leaving me alone with his dad. He knocked on my door after I’d gone to bed, saying he wanted to talk to me. I shouldn’t have let him in. But I did, and that’s when he pushed himself on me, forcing his lips against mine. I tried to fight him off but he was so strong. He ripped off my pajamas and climbed on top of me, pinning my arms down as he forced himself inside me. He fucked me hard and fast. Fortunately I’m on the pill because he didn’t hesitate to creampie me!

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beads

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I never thought I’d be into this, but the moment I saw the anal beads on your bed, I knew I had to do it. “Are you sure you’re ready for this, sissy?” I tease as I hold up the beads, their smooth glass globes shimmering in the sunlight. You bite your lip, nodding eagerly. “Yes, Mistress Amber. I want to be your sissy whore.” I can’t help but laugh at your eagerness. You’re so desperate to please me, to submit to my every whim. It’s fucking hot. “Alright, then,” I say, grabbing the hem of your dress and tugging it up over your hips. “Let’s get you ready.”

I spread your ass cheeks apart, revealing your tight little hole. I can’t wait to see it stretched out by those beads. “Bend over,” I command, giving your ass a slap. You do as you’re told, bending at the waist and sticking your ass out for me. I can see the sweat glistening on your skin, making your curves look even more delicious. I press the tip of the first bead against your asshole, feeling it resist for a moment before slowly giving way. You gasp as the bead slides in, the sensation of being filled sending a shiver down your spine.

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Friendsgiving Escort

Robotic Rita 844-33-CANDY Ext 413

Fifty-five million Americans are traveling for Thanksgiving this year, but you can’t afford to go home. Maybe you could have if you didn’t have to pay for me. But when your friends invited you to Friendsgiving this year, you wanted to impress them. Everyone thinks you’re a geeky virgin who’s only ever fucked your hand, and you’d pay anything to make them believe otherwise.

As the geeky guru that you are, you found me on an internet search. As soon as you saw me, you knew I’d be the perfect solution to making your friends think you are cool. Forget about your parents and the rest of your family; they’ve been disappointed year after year and are used to it.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

When we first met, I had no idea that beneath your shy, reserved exterior hid the most deliciously debased, submissive little worm. At first, I thought it was cute how you blushed at the slightest compliment, how you stumbled over your words in my presence. But as I got to know you better, I realized that your meekness was not merely a charming facade – it was the very essence of who you are.

Oh, the things you make me do to get you even slightly aroused! The filthy names I have to call you, the degrading taunts I must whisper in your ear as I “accidentally” brush against your crotch. “Is that a roll of quarters in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?” I ask with a giggle, knowing full well it’s neither – it’s just your microscopic pecker twitching pathetically in its cage.

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Was It Just A Dream?

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

I met a guy online, and we’ve been heavily flirting. However, he lives really far away, and I kind of just assumed it would never turn into anything—until last night. Was it just a dream?

I was getting ready to head out to the bar for the UFC fight when he texted me to ask what I was wearing, if I’d be driving, and who I was going with. It was typical boyfriend stuff, you know, the caring, protective questions men ask to take care of you. I supplied all the answers, and teasingly, he said he didn’t like my choice in underwear and wanted me to change into a set he’d seen before.

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Janet 1-844-332-2639 EXT 456

So you want to be a cuck do you? Well there all lots of levels of being a cuck. And lots of cuck goddesses like myself. I love to have fun with it. The imagination is such a fun thing to play with. I know mine very well. Sometimes I even surprise myself with the kinds of things I come up with for my cucks to do. If you are my cuck here are some of the things you will be expected to do and can expect from me. To start you will have a sheet that I will count your points on. Yes as a cuck your get points and I can demote your points.

These earn you privileges from me. Privileges like getting a small choice here and there. Instead of just putting you in an outfit I want you in I might give you a couple of options. Privileges are something you are going to want to strive for. I at the end of the day get to control the decisions but with your points you will at the very least get your input heard.

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Torri 1-844-332-2639 ext 204

It’s time for my brother to come down for a little visit. I love when he comes to visit. I always get to bunk with him and this is no sleepover. We stay up all night. Not talking though we have a bit more fun than that. I love it because he always comes without his wife. She hates us and that’s all fine by me. That just means I get my brother all to myself. This time is a little different though. My brother really upset me. I overheard him telling his friends about me.

They don’t know the kinds of things we do together. He would never tell anyone that. But he did tell his friends that he thinks I’m an easy fuck. That I would probably fuck anything with a heartbeat if I thought there was something in it for me. Now this is actually very true. And I don’t mind it one bit. But come on you’re my brother don’t be talking bad things about me to your friends. When we have our fun late at night he always says things in the moment.

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Forcing A Bad Boy To Cum In My Panties

Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244

Boys are so bad. They can’t help themselves. As soon as those pricks start to get hard, all reasonable thinking goes out the window. Caleb was at that age and kept breaking into my room to steal my panties. It was obvious it was him; no one else had any reason to, and soon I was outta draws. The boy would snatch em, do God knows what in em, and toss em out as if that would hide his guilt.

Mrs. Lea knows better! I’d had enough of this thieving. I stormed into his room naked with my last pair of panties in my hand. Caleb was on his bed when I marched in, and he sure looked surprised. “Wha-what are you gone do?” He tried to sit up, but I was quick and sat right on his face.

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Clean-Up Cuck

Belle 1844-332-2639 X 444

I met someone’s son the other day. A hungry boy who confessed to me that his Mommy trained him to be such a good pussy cleaner but that he’d never had the pleasure of licking up a barely legal pussy like mine. He just happened to be in luck because, at the time of our meeting, my sweet slit was already leaking another man’s cum.

I traced my finger inside my cummy panties and then rubbed my finger under his nose. “Do you wanna show me what a good boy your Mommy has taught you to be?” The clean-up cuck’s eyes rolled back from the suggestion alone, and he nodded furiously.

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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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