Category: Domination

Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

Sissy Baby Tami is a very naughty little sissy baby girl.  Recently, she was so naughty that she’d earned herself a punishment.  So, I got everything ready and called her into my room.  First, I put her over my knee for a good old fashioned spanking.  Oh, you should have heard the racket Tami put up just from getting her bare bottom smacked.  It didn’t stop me though.  I continued to spank her naughty butt until it was the brightest shade of red possible.  “Mommy Zoey!” She squealed kicking her little legs. “I promise I’ll be a good girl!” But I informed her that her punishment had just begun.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

I checked my watch. Exactly 8:00 PM. No need for rushing. That is the first rule of control. A Domme never rushes. The air was cool. I like it that way; it makes the submissive shiver a little, even without fear. He was already kneeling on the thick, dark rug, waiting. He never looked up until I told him to.

Today, he was wearing the pale pink satin nightie I had selected, the cheap lace scratching his skin. His face was painted heavy, the makeup slightly smudged around the eyes from nervous anticipation. He was not a man now; he was my project. He was my sissy bitch.

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If You Dress Like a Girl ...

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

I know you worry about people thinking you’re a gay boy but the truth is, if you dress like a girl when you suck cock it still makes you a heterosexual. There is nothing gay about a girl with a cock in her mouth. It doesn’t matter how hard your little faggot dick gets inside the pretty panties stretched over your tiny boner.

It doesn’t matter that you cup your manboobs inside of the soft bra and lick your lips for another taste of more cum. So long as you’re dressed like a girl it’s totally striaght.

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It's Locktober Time

Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244

Locktolder starts on Wednesday, losers. This year, I plan to hoard the keys of many male slaves. Not just puny little clits either! I want to lock up thick, big dicks too. My hope is that I’ll look like a Janitor with so many chastity keys on my key holder.

Everyone will hear me jingling down the street and think, “There goes Mama Lea and her big ol’ ring of keys.” Locktober is a time of denial, and I expect it to last all thirty-one days!

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

It’s not that I want Liam to suffer. Not really. It’s just that his suffering is so intensely performative that I can’t help it. He really is the sweetest guy, loyal to a fault, but he’s also fiercely territorial. And nothing gets him more dramatically worked up than the mere suggestion that another man exists in my orbit. Example? Once, he genuinely thought our elderly mailman was trying to woo me with junk coupons.

I call this dynamic “emotional seasoning.” He definitely calls it “a breach of sacred trust.” Either way, it’s wildly entertaining…for me anyway. lol Last Friday, we were out at our friend Sarah’s housewarming party. We’d been there about an hour, and Liam was settled into his usual routine – explaining the complex history of artisanal brewing while simultaneously keeping a nervous tally of everyone who crossed my line of sight.

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MILF Janine 1-844-332-2639 ext 462

I love to sensually dominate younger boys.  There’s something about taking advantage of the sweet and innocent.  He submitted himself to my mature experience willingly.  I lured him in with my seductive maturity and lead him to my room.  When they’re young like this, they’re so malleable and compliant.

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Jackie 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 330

I ain’t one to gossip, but Lord have mercy, I got myself into a right ol’ pickle last night! Name’s Jackie, y’all, and I’m a cup-a-coffee-over-a-size-10 kinda gal, blessed with curves that could rival a ripe peach basket. After knockin’ back a few too many margaritas at Sue Ellen’s, I decided it was high time to mosey on home. Called up that Uber ride-share thangy, and before I knew it, I was sittin’ in the backseat of a sleek sedan, my skirt ride-high and my panties drenched with anticipation.

Now, this driver, bless his heart, was built like a Greek god – chiseled jaw, smolderin’ eyes, and arms that could snap a two-by-four in half. I ain’t proud, but when that man’s hands brushed against my thigh, I felt my lady parts throb like a honky-tonk on a Friday night. Next thing I know, we’re pullin’ over on some deserted road, the headlights castin’ shadows on his chiseled features.

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Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

I stepped into the candlelit chaos of Sigma Chi frat house, a whirlpool of bodies and libations. Laughter and thumping bass pulsed through my veins as I made my way to the keg.

As I poured a red solo cup, I caught eyes with a ruggedly handsome frat brother, glancing down at the tight tank top clinging to my curves. “Hey there, heatwave,” he smirked, sidling up next to me. “You look like you’re ready to get wild.”

His friend, equally chiseled, leaned in, fingers trailing along my arm. “Yeah, we can show you a real party.” Before I could respond, they each grabbed a cup and steered me toward a darkened hallway.

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Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Miss Anna was dating an educated professional. Little did he know, he was just the flavor of the week. He was smart, successful, he had everything going for him. But Miss Anna absolutely hated him. She couldn’t stand him. And the more she avoided him and treated him like the dirt, the more he would pursue her, insisting of his likeness to her.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

My lover, Mark, has been begging me to let him watch while I fuck another man. Who am I to deny his cuckold dreams?

I tease him, leading him into the bedroom, where I’ve set up the camera on a tripod so he can rewatch tonight’s exploits. My best friend, Ethan, is supposed to be here in a few minutes. Mark’s so excited, his hard-on is straining against his pants. I love how eager he is.

Before Ethan joins, I gyrate my hips, grinding against Mark’s crotch as I stroke his erection. “Mmm, you’re so horny,” I whisper, taking his face in my hands and kissing him deeply. He moans into my mouth, hips thrusting mindlessly. I break the kiss, chuckling at his lust-addled state.

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