Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Valentine’s Day was fast approaching, and Mommy Anna was trying to decide what to get her lover and Daddy Ron. She would never get them the same thing, but she had to make sure it was just right. Just as she was debating, Ronnie came running: Mommy! Look, look what I did!’’ He said, ‘’Not right now Ronnie, Mommy’s busy.’’ But Ronnie kept on: ‘’Mommy, hurry, come and look!’’
Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459
I’ve always fantasized about having my own personal sissy maid. A pretty little sissyslut to cater to my every whim and desire. Someone who will happily don a frilly, slutty maid outfit complete with lacy panties and stockings. The kind of outfit that screams “perky submissive housekeeper” and makes the wearer look adorable while scrubbing the bathroom tile.
Just imagine, cute college guys showing up in hopes of landing this “easy” job. I’ll usher each one into my room, eyeing him up and down. “Strip,” I’ll command sternly. “Let me see what you’re working with.” Some might be sporting a hard-on already at the thought of being my personal sissy. I’ll snap a garter belt and full lacy panties over that erection and make them model the skimpy maid costume. The good ones will get flushed and aroused at the humiliation of it all.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
Your body jerks awake, but your eyelids feel so heavy they refuse to lift. Frantically, you search your brain for your last memories. Where were you? Who were you with? Very slowly, the pieces of the missing puzzle begin to come back to you. The last thing you remember was going out on a date with that stunning redhead. The one with the contagious laugh, what was her name?
All of your thoughts are hazy and jumbled. You sort of remember her ordering you a special “Valentine” drink at the bar, which tasted a little grainy, but you didn’t want to be rude, so you gulped it to avoid the texture on your tongue—an action you surely regret now that you can’t move your limbs or even open your eyes. “Shh, baby, it’s okay.” You hear Kayla’s voice; that’s her name. The redhead! Kayla! At first, you think you are just dreaming of her, but then you feel the brush of fingers against your cheek and try as hard as you can to open your eyes.
Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459
I still can hardly believe it happened. It was my summer internship. On one particularly stressful day, I snuck into the empty conference room for a little “me time” during lunch.
I was just getting into it, one hand in my panties and the other pinching my nipples through my thin blouse, when I heard the door open. I froze. There was my boss, Mr. Johnson, staring at me with a shocked expression that quickly turned hungry. Fuck.
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
First, find a comfortable and private place where you can relax and let your inhibitions melt away. Slip your hand beneath the covers and wrap your fingers around your hardening shaft. Stroke yourself slowly, savoring the feel of your own touch.
Now, take a deep breath and exhale slowly. Feel your body relax further with each passing second. Let your mind drift into a euphoric haze of bliss. As I speak, focus intently on the sensations flitting across your flesh. Imagine it’s my soft, manicured fingers dancing along your length. I’m stroking you with purposeful, yet oh-so-gentle motions. Up and down, up and down, varying my pressure and speed to drive you wild with desire.
Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285
“Trinity humiliate me please!!.. “Shut your mouth you small dick loser. Didn’t I tell you I don’t want you looking at me directly in the eye when I’m talking to you? You are such a fucking idiot. You tiny miniature dick punk. No woman wants a loser for a man who doesn’t listen. You are pathetic. Pull down your fucking pants now and play with the tiny cock of yours. I want to see.” My little bitch boy made me so angry, so I had to humiliate and punish him. Humiliation phone sex has always been my specialty, but when I got him in my hands, I make him work for it. Any time he gets his confidence I must break him down and let him know that he doesn’t deserve to have a voice with a cock that size.
Most nights I have my guy friends come over and smack him in the face with their big black cocks to show him what real men looks like. “Play with that tiny dick you sissy boy.” With his 3 fingers he starts beating his cock. “Call me names Mother Trinity please. I want to cum so hard for you.” He loved
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
His left arm sat between my tits, with his palm resting against my right shoulder, pulling my back against his chest while I squirmed and panted. He hooked his feet beneath my knees to keep them forced open. No matter how I tried to twist or shift, his body held mine down for his little lesson.
“Shh, shh,” He cooed in my ear when my spine tried to bow and my thighs trembled. “Relax, baby. The more you resist, the harder this little lesson will become.” There was a hint of amusement in his voice as I whined. My fingers curled into fists on each of his thighs. Bunching the fabric of his pants. He’d been teaching me how not to orgasm so quickly. At least, that is what he said he was doing; instead, it felt like he was driving me into madness—one swipe of his finger at a time.
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
Baybeee, come closer. I have a little secret I want to share with you. When we’re getting intimate, I imagine my big juicy titties wrapped around your head as you worship them… Does that sound crazy to you? I’ve been dreaming of suffocating you with my massive melons for so long now. To feel your face completely concealed between my pillowy soft breasts, gasping for air while you motorboat my cleavage. Mmmm, the thought alone makes me tingle!
My babycakes, I know you adore my girls. The way they spill out of my lacy bras, just begging to be squeezed. Well imagine them squeezing the life out of you instead! Hehe, oh, the twisted games we could play together. I’d lean over you in bed, letting my boobs dangle tantalizingly above your face. Then WHAM! Planted right on your head like a big titty helmet.
1844-33-CANDY Ext 423
I stand before you, my worthless boyfriend. Your eyes, filled with desire and submission, are a sight I’ve grown to enjoy. You’re on your knees, a position you’ve become quite familiar with, as I tower over you in my high heels and lingerie.
“You’re a pathetic little thing, aren’t you?” I say, running a finger down your cheek. “But I’ve found a use for you, after all.”
I lead you to the bedroom, a room of pleasure and debauchery. The walls are adorned with erotic art, and the scent of sex lingers in the air. I push you onto the bed and strip you of your clothes, revealing your naked form. Your dick twitches at the sight of me, a sight that fills me with amusement. Continue reading “Turning My Worthless Boyfriend Gay”
Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Daddy Ron was having a really hard time at work and at home. Mommy Anna was too busy disciplining and spanking the naughty little ones, and so he was feeling very neglected. They didn’t have their date nights anymore and he suspected that Anna might be up to no good. I mean, who was she always on the phone with late at night anyway?