Category: Domination

Slutty Sissy

*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221

Everyone here knows that I can’t resist a slutty sissy. There’s just something so sweet and innocent about them at first, which means I get to bring out their wild side.

I can spot a real sissy from a mile away and last weekend was no exception. I first met “Nick” at a friend’s party. Now I call her Nicole. That’s because “he” was trying to pass as a guy but failing miserably. I sniffed out her sissiness instantly. Like I said, I know a real deal slutty sissy when I see one.

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

Putting out that ad and having Hugo respond has been one of the best things I’ve done with my free time of late.  Those long shifts at the brothel often leave Amber and I dripping wet messes.  There’s only so much that a washcloth can do for a girl.  So, after Amber and I chatted one day, I put an ad out for someone devoted and good with their tongue.  Enter Hugo, he eagerly answered the ad and we invited him for an interview.  As part of his interview, we asked him to demonstrate his tongue talents.  After he showed us how thorough he can be, we gave him the job as our cleanup boy.

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Your girl wants a threesome, and that sounded so sexy to you until you realized she meant MFM, and you would never let your dick be next to another dude’s junk.

She said she was too jealous to let it be FMF, so it felt like you were at an impasse. Until she softly suggested you find a unicorn. You know, a transgirl with a beautiful cock but also a great set of tits, so you didn’t feel like you were fucking her with a dude. First, you said no. Dick was dick, and it didn’t matter what else was attached, but then she started showing you some sexy trans porn, and you quickly found yourself getting rock hard at the idea.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

“You’re not like the others, Amber.” He’s a lot older than I am and I probably should’ve run for the hills as soon as he said that, but I didn’t. I couldn’t help but desire him, even though I knew he was trouble. His hands were cold when he cupped my face, as his thumbs brushed my lips. I tilted my head back, as he murmured, “Spread them.” It wasn’t a request.

My fingers trembled, parting my pussy lips to reveal the ripe, aching fruit between us. The next thing I knew, he was devouring the flesh. MY flesh. I moaned, thinking it was passion, until his teeth grazed my clit and sent a joly of electricity through my entire body.

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2639 Ext 357

Ever since she could remember, Kayla dreamed of meeting her very own Prince Charming. The kind of knight in shining armor that would scare away her demons and hold her tight the whole night through. She imagined what it would be like to be the LADY OF THE HOUSE and his little wifey. In a big castle where she would cook and clean and be an OBEDIENT WIFE.

However, in all of her dreams, she didn’t imagine the thick cuff locked around her ankle that kept her chained inside her fake little house. For it wasn’t a home she ended up in, but a prison, and that Prince Charming she’d always longed for? Instead, he was MONSTER like she’d never known could be possible.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

A message pings on my screen. “Hi, I’m Tim. I’ve never done this before. Can I pay you to tell me what to do?” His profile was bland. Just a blurry photo of a shaggy-haired man in a wrinkled shirt. Beta. The kind who needs a leash. Perfect. Findom is a game of hunger and humiliation, and I play it well.

He arrives at my door, nervous, clutching a duffel bag like a shield. “I-I just wanted to help,” he stammers, handing me a thick envelope of cash. I smirk. “Strip,” I order. He hesitates for a moment, then peels off his clothes layer by layer, revealing a wiry frame.

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Janine 1-844-332-2639 ext 462

My hubby proved himself a devoted and submissive partner all year long.  Which meant he deserved a particularly special treat to start off the new year.  So, I picked out a deep dark stud for myself to surprise hubby the afternoon of New Year’s Day.  When I walked through the door with my handsome black friend, hubby’s eyes lit up with excitement and lust.  “Happy New Year!” I announced and leaned down and kissed him passionately.  Then I told him to get his ass in the bedroom and into his cuck chair for a special afternoon.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

My journey into findom began innocently enough. I was posting cryptic Instagram captions about “liquid assets” and “monetizing my worth,” when a guy slid into my DMs asking if I’d ever considered “roleplaying a trust fund beneficiary.” Little did he know, I was all about roleplaying!

The first time I hosted a findom session for a man I’ll call Kevin (not his real name, though honestly, I’m sure someone named Kevin will read this and think it is him), I wore a tie I’d bought for $12 at a thrift store and demanded he pay “pay the lady” up front, as is customary in this profession.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

I smooth my black corset, the red lace trim catching the dim light. Tonight is New Year’s Eve, but there’ll be no drinks for me. The only thing on my menu tonight is the sound of surrender. Liam arrives at 11:59pm. His breath fogs in the cold air as he knocks. I let him in. He wears the plain gray shirt I told him to wear. No collar yet. Not tonight. Not until the clock breaks.

My room is a cathedral of shadows. Candles flicker on the floor. Their wax pools underneath them like dark hearts. The air smells of fear. Liam’s favorite song plays on loop. Clair de Lune, the keys falling like rain. I watch him shiver. He knows what to do. “You know the rules,” I say. My voice is soft. He nods as I tie his hands behind his back with the red ribbon I saved for this night. My favorite color. It matches the little scars on his wrists from last year’s celebration.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

“Good morning, Mommy” Davey chirps. His voice sounds high and eager. His cheeks are rosy, his dark hair is messily tousled, and I know exactly what’s coming. I crouch in front of him, resting my hands on his knees. “Good morning, my sweet boy,” I say, smiling. Immediately, his pupils dilate. He loves this. “Good boy…good boy…good boy.” It’s the phrase that sends him spiraling.

“Oh, Mother,” he whispers, tugging at his onesie. “Please?” I feign innocence. “Please what, darling? You know I can’t help you unless you’re a very good boy and say the magic words that every Mommy wants to hear.” His giggle is breathless and I see the telltale tent forming in his onesie. He edges like a pro, so I already know this is gonna be good. “I…um, Mommy, I want to make you proud,” he says, as his voice trembles. “Can we do family fun together, Mother?”

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