Category: Domination

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Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Ronnie left the house while Mommy Anna was hanging the laundry to dry. He told Mommy Anna he’d be out for a while, so she reminded him to simply be back for dinner.

 

He took off on his favorite bike, and felt free as ever with his hair blowing in the wind. He decided to visit all of his favorite spots, and pass by the park to say hello to his friends. But next thing ya know, it was lunch time and Ronnie was feeling famished. He happened to be at the same block where he last saw Mommy Anna getting spanked, only he didn’t feel like seafood, so he went to the pizza parlor next door.

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

A teacher’s pet like me always gets punished after class. I stayed behind after everyone else left. He shut the classroom door and said, “You know exactly why you’re here.” I bit my lip and nodded. “You think batting your lashes gets you an A? You think wearing that tight little skirt means I won’t notice you’re failing?” He stepped behind me. Grabbed my hair. Pulled. “Bend over the desk.” I obeyed. My heart pounding, my thighs slick with anticipation. He lifted my skirt. No panties.

“Naughty little slut,” he muttered. Then the first spank landed. I gasped. Each one got harder. “Count.” “One, Sir. Two, Sir—” By ten, I was soaking the wood. By fifteen, I was moaning like a whore. Then I felt his cock pressing against me. Thick. Hard. Demanding.

“You want this grade? Earn it.” He fucked me hard, face down on the desk, books scattered, chalk dust in my hair. I took it like the filthy student I was.

He pushed my face into the desk with one hand, the other around my throat, reminding me of my place. “You’re nothing but my fuck toy, aren’t you?” I couldn’t answer. The pleasure was too overwhelming. Continue reading “Teacher’s Pet Gets Punished After Class” →

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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xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

Having a hot, slutty girlfriend is the best, right? You know I’m down for almost anything taboo and dirty, but the best part is I don’t give it all to you. That’s right, cuck, some things are saved just for the big boys who fuck me behind your back. Like my nice round ass, you love so much.

If I’m going to engage in anal play, I want to really feel it. A nice, thick, juicy cock is all I want in my ass. Don’t worry, though; I’ll let you hump a way at my pussy once I have a nice thick cream pie leaking from my gapped asshole.

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

I was used in the back of the limo. He told me not to wear panties to the gala. I obeyed. All night, I played the part—smiling, sipping champagne, talking politics—while he kept one hand on my lower back and whispered what he was going to do to me. I couldn’t resist but I kept my composure. I was not going to break character.

Everyone watched us like we were royalty. No one knew how filthy I was underneath that gown. When the driver opened the back door of the limo, I slid in first. My dress rose up to my hips. He didn’t wait. He followed, shut the divider, and dragged me onto his lap like I was nothing but his toy. “I’ve been patient all night,” he growled. “Now open your mouth.” He unzipped himself. I dropped to the floor. The driver was still up front. The thrill? Insane.

He used me fast and rough, gripping my hair, face-fucking me while the city lights flickered past. Then he pulled me up, bent me over the seat, and shoved into me from behind, one hand choking me, the other pressing my face to the window. People Continue reading “Used in the Back of the Limo” →

My Sexy Pixie

Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228

One of my favourite bottom boys, that I call my sexy pixie, has been extra dirty lately. I’ve always said that it’s the sweetest guys who usually turn out to be a total bottom bitches, and it’s the truth.

That’s exactly how I feel about my sexy pixie. He tries to come across as straight, but he has a total baby face and soft feminine features. His girlfriend works with me and I met him at one of our events a while ago. He and I hit it right off right away. He’s smart, funny and seemed like a great catch for my coworker. But I couldn’t help but think that something was a bit off. I just had this weird feeling about him that I couldn’t seem to shake.

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Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Naughty Ronnie decided to go out for a bike ride. He called out to Mommy Anna to let her know he was going out, and this time, he wasn’t met with opposition. . No warning of be home for dinner, or look both ways before you cross the street. He even stopped and waited, but all he could hear was Daddy upstairs listening to the radio. Zoey was in her room quietly reading. He shrugged his shoulders and off he went.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I was riding high after a night out with the girls, my tight little dress hugging my curves in all the right places. My boyfriend was waiting up when I got home, “Where have you been?” he asked, eyeing my outfit with a mix of lust and jealousy. I just smiled coyly as I sauntered past, making sure to put an extra sway in my hips.

“You know I had my monthly girls night,” I purred, “But tonight was extra special. Meet my new friend Stefan.”

Behind me, Stefan strode in, his shirt straining over his muscular chest. My boyfriend’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. Stefan wrapped an arm around my waist possessively, pulling me into his side.

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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” →