Category: Domination

Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

You crave my tough love, don’t you? There’s no question that you know what you are. You know what you deserve. You’re nothing but a pathetic, worthless worm groveling at my feet. Your cock belongs to me. Your orgasms belong to me. I own you, body and soul.

You need it. You can’t get enough of me degrading you, humiliating you, treating you like the filthy little slut you are. Deep down, you know that’s what you deserve. A real dominant mistress to keep you in line.

You’ll do anything I say, won’t you? Obediently licking my boots, worshiping my divine pussy, servicing me like the subby little bitch I know you are. All for the privilege of maybe, just maybe, getting to cum. If I feel like allowing it.

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deliAnna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203                             Zoey 844-332-2639 EXT. 403

Mommy Anna was doing the dishes after dinner, when suddenly she gasped. She had remembered that she forgot to buy things to make lunches the next day, and one of those things was lunch meat. She called Ronnie over and asked him to speed on his bike to the deli, handing him some money. Ronnie began to object. His favorite TV show was on, and he just knew if he even so much as turned away, Zoey would either get to watch it by herself – or worse – change the channel to her own shows. That didn’t sit well with him.  He even tried to convince Mommy to send Zoey instead of him!

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

I sat on the edge of the bed, legs crossed, watching my cuckold hubby kneel in front of me. His lips were slightly open, his eyes locked onto the creamy white mess dripping between my thighs. He knew what I expected of him. What his role was and what I had made him into. I ran my fingers through his hair, yanking just enough to make him whimper. “You see that?” I murmured, opening my legs and tilting my hips slightly forward, letting another drop spill onto my inner thigh.

“This is what a real man leaves behind!!” His breath skipped a beat, his hands were twitching at his sides, but he knew better than to touch me. That wasn’t his privilege anymore. That belonged to the other guy. The man who had just left me shaking, orgasmic and satisfied in a way my husband never could.
I traced a finger through the sticky evidence of my pleasure, bringing it to my lips and sucking it clean, watching the way his eyes darkened with need for taste. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” I teased. “To be my little clean-up slave toy? To know that he got what you Continue reading “My Cuckold Hubby” →

Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

As I lay on the warm sand, soaking up the sun’s rays, I couldn’t help but smile at the thought of how we’d managed this amazing beach vacation. My boyfriend Bob had lost his job a few months ago, leaving us in a financial bind. But being the clever and resourceful mistress that I am, I knew just what to do – turn that disappointing boyfriend into my perfect sissylslut and whore him out to cover our expenses.

It started gradually, with some light crossdressing and feminization. I forced him to wear frilly panties and sheer stockings under his business attire. He was so humiliated, but began to crave the way the silken fabrics caressed his skin and framed his cock and balls. The pink lipstick and garish eyeshadow completed his transformation. My once proud man was reduced to giggling, prancing sissy.

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

I couldn’t help but laugh as he stood there, bare and exposed, that tiny excuse for a cock twitching pathetically under my gaze. “Wow,” I laughed arms crossed as I tilted my head. “This is what you’ve been so desperate to show me? This little thing?!!” His face turned red, but I could see the way he was shook by my words. He loved this. He needed it. A loser like him had no other purpose but to be put in his place.

“God, you’re pathetic!” I sighed, stepping closer, running a single finger down his chest before stopping just above his worthless little cock. “This is why you’ll never be a REAL man. This is why no woman would ever take you seriously. You exist for one thing, and one thing only—to be a tiny, desperate loser at my feet.”

His lips parted as if he wanted to speak but he knew in the presence of Miss Trini he was not allowed to. His tiny cock convulsing like it actually thought it had a chance. I laughed. “Look at it. Struggling, trying so hard to be something, but it’s just… fucking useless! You’ll never please me with that. You’ll Continue reading “Small Penis Humiliation: Tiny Excuse” →

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” →

Feminization Party

*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221

If you’re a sissy I need to ask you something, have you ever been to a feminization Party? A celebration of becoming the panty boy you’ve always wanted to be.

I think that this transformation is such a huge step for most that a feminization Party is needed to mark the occasion. I recently held one for my friend Marcus who after many years of dreaming decided to slip on his first pair of panties.

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Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Miss Anna told her slave that he needed to accompany her. She claimed it was a charity night where all the ladies would get together and hold an auction. He reluctantly agreed, but did so anyway to Please Mistress Anna. They were about to leave, when Miss Anna pulled a fast one on him. She claimed he couldn’t leave in what he was simply wearing, that she had prepared an outfit for him. He complied, but when he saw the garments, he nearly fainted: There was an open bottom skirt, stockings, heels, a slutty top, and lingerie to match.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I have a confession to make – I am hopelessly addicted to spanking. I’m constantly begging my lovers “spank me harder!”  The rush I get from a firm hand smacking against my tender cheeks is nothing short of euphoric. My ideal fantasy is being bent over an armchair (I prefer wood or leather), my tight shorts pulled down slowly to expose my perfectly round ass. A gentle caress at first, admiring my curves, before an unsolicited spank snaps me out of my trance.

The first one never fails to make me gasp. My skin tingles, not in pain but anticipation of what’s to come next. Slap after slap, the stinging only fuels my ardor. Soon, my pajamas are noticeably damp. I crave the red handprints blooming across my firm globes, a badge of honor proving I can take it. By now I’m squirming on your lap, panties soaked through, clit throbbing for release.

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Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

I want you to use me, daddy. Use me hard and rough. Use me however the hell you want. Because let’s be real, that’s what I’m here for, isn’t it? To be your personal fuck doll, your depraved little plaything, your naughty secret stash of sin and debauchery when the world outside gets too much?

Well, baby, come and get it then. Unleash all that pent up frustration on my tight little pussy. Wring out every last drop of anger, of stress, of pent up lust and aggression, on my pliant, willing body. Slam me against the wall and ravage me. Throw me down on the bed and pound into me until the bed frame breaks. Pin me to the floor and violatingly hiss filthy degradations in my ear as you rail my cervix.

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