Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

A leprechaun, of all things. He was no taller than my forearm, with a mischievous glint in his eyes and hair the color of a freshly sprouted leaf. His beard smelled faintly of earth after rain. My first reaction was an involuntary chuckle, then a shiver of something else. He introduced himself simply as Finn and his voice was a low trill that seemed to echo from the hollow of a forest.

We met in my basement. A room I’d painstakingly transformed into a sanctuary of shadows. Blackened velvet draped the walls, iron chains lay coiled on the table and a single, dim bulb hung from the ceiling, throwing a jaundiced glow over the concrete floor. I wore my usual leather corset, with the buckle fastened just tight enough that my breathing hitched with each inhale. My eyes, dark with anticipation, met his. Bright emeralds flickering with hunger.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I signed up for a certification in hypnotherapy because I liked the idea of it. But then it turned into something more…something powerful. The first time a client walked into my little office on the third floor of an aging building, his eyes flickered with something I couldn’t quite name. Curiosity? Fear? Something darker?

He introduced himself as Julian and said he was a “high‑functioning” executive who’d “just needed a little help to relax.” I began the session as I’d practiced a hundred times, using a gentle voice, a slow cadence, and a suggestion to focus on the rhythm of my breathing. “Follow the pendulum with your eyes and allow yourself to relax…” He seemed happy and booked another appointment. Success!

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Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Mommy Anna left Ronnie at home to go visit her lover. Ronnie promised he would behave but only if he could eat whatever he wanted for dinner and watch his favorite shows in peace. Mommy agreed. Once she got everything set up for Ronnie she snuck out eagerly to meet her lover.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

I pause at the entrance of the little bar I keep for my “sessions.” It’s a dimly lit back room behind a row of forgotten bottles. Inside, the air smells of cheap drinks and old carpet, and the low hum of a jukebox plays a blues riff that feels like a warning. Not for me, of course. For him.

He’s already there, perched on a cracked leather chair, with his eyes fixed on the floor. He’s a regular. We’ll call him Aaron, though we never use names that aren’t given. Tonight, his limits are a blank page and our job is to write the story together. “Stella,” he says, as his voice trembles with a mixture of anticipation and fear. I offer him a smile that’s half invitation, half challenge. I step closer, as the click of my stilettos punctuate the silence.

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

We all know that I am the sweetest, most obedient little submissive slut a guy could ask for.  But sometimes, you want to lay back and relax and let me “take charge.”  You want me to be romantic sensual bossy Zoey.  I know you’ll take control back before too long.  But sometimes it’s nice to switch roles for a little sexy change of pace.

I’ll lay you down.  Maybe I’ll even tie your wrists at first with some silky scarves.  That way we both can buy into the illusion that I’m gonna be the bossy one for a little bit.  I rather do like the idea of you naked and at my sensual mercy.

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Sweet Lovin Kayla 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

Sweet Lovin Kayla 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

Kayla loves a good SWAT just as much as the next slut, but today she’s itching to SPANK YOU. You’re sweet, BARELY LEGAL Goddess has selected a few of my favorite toys to use on your willing flesh. So strip down, bend over this bench before you. Let’s get started, shall we?

First, I’ll use the palm of my bare hands to warm up your supple skin with several soft spanks. Secondly, rubbing and kneading your ass cheeks until you’re squirming and your poor little cock is standing STRAIGHT up like it thinks it will get attention tonight. It won’t. Tonight is all about your perfect little ASS and my desire to spank you.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

He is my sissy. My apprentice. The canvas on which I will paint obedience. But he doesn’t quite know it yet. He stands in the hallway, trembling, clutching the thin, pastel cardigan I chose for him. His hair is slicked back in an artificial bob with the ends dyed a pastel pink that catches the light like bruised roses. He looks at me with a mixture of awe and terror, before his eyes dart to the leather cuffs hanging on the coat rack and the polished wooden bench where I will have him sit.

“Welcome, Alex,” I say, edged with authority. I watch the subtle shiver that ripples through his shoulders. He nods and whispers, “Yes, Mistress.” I guide him inside my apartment. The bench is already prepared. An ornate iron frame draped with a black silk sheet and a small brass bowl bearing a single, polished ruby at its center. I instruct him to strip. His hands trembled as he removes each piece of clothing until he stands there completely naked. I hand him a pair of thin lace panties and he looks at me, puzzled. “Put them on,” I say, calmly. “You’re a girl now.”

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Mistress Mary
Mary – 1844-332-2639 x 350 
No one knows the story of how I became Mistress Mary. For some reason, I’m inclined to write about it.  Mr. Cox led me to the secret room in his basement across from my nanny suite, and I couldn’t believe my eyes. Walking into the room I had become nervous, because I was barely legal at that time, but I knew I wanted to feel his strong body and big, heavy cock inside of me. I often watched him run in the mornings, and seeing his cock sway from side to side turned me on so much. I had to pleasure myself before I got ready to serve the family for the day. He never knew how much I dreamt about him burying his head between my legs.

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Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

“Um, Miss Alexus,” The little foster boy stumbled into my bedroom late one night. “I’m hungry.” His cheeks blushed when I patted the bed beside me.

“Come up here, and call me Mommy.” I shifted so the bulge in my panties was prominent. My fingers stroked over the fabric as I looked at the curious little thing. He licked his lips, and I asked, “Are you ready to earn Mommy’s milk?”

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Roxy 1(844) 332-2639 Ext 414

Prove you’re man enough for me. I told him. Lots of guys think that they are just some kind of gift to this earth and to women. But in reality, women aren’t that easily pleased. They may pretend to be satisfied. And they probably even fake their orgasms. For some reason women feel the need to be submissive and feminine. They think they should try to restrain and hide their strong, confident, masculine energy. Because many men are intimidated by a strong woman. But I’m tired of those weak, insecure men. I like men with big dick energy, that don’t feel the need to have to prove that they are a “MAN”. Because they know they are. And they are man enough to handle a strong woman like me. It’s such a turn on when a man is secure enough to let me take over and dominate him in bed. I will start with a strip tease of course while I slowly undress him. Once I get him completely stripped down to nothing, I tease him. Then I lay him down and straddle his face. I make him eat my pussy until I cum all over him.

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