Category: Domination

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I walked into the empty storefront, the echo of my heels clicking on the polished concrete floor. This was it—the future home of OnlyFucks, a place where anything goes and sex is always on the table. No taboo is too weird or wonderful. I could already see the shelves lined with books, toys, and other delights that would make even the most conservative of folks blush.

My best friend and business partner, Jake, stood by the window, sketching out a layout on a notepad. “You know, Amber, this is going to be a fucking hit,” he said, looking up with a grin. “People are going to love it.” I smiled back, feeling a rush of excitement. “Oh, I know. I can already see the lines out the door. But first, we need to make sure everything is perfect.” He raised an eyebrow. “Perfect? Or perfectly filthy?”

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This Goddess Wants a Big Boy

Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

Lately, I’ve been craving a big boy. You know, a real manly man. Some hefty, masculine, blue collar, good ol’ boy who can toss my ass around and make me feel like the Goddess I am.

I can’t help but lust over greasy, calloused hands that could put me in my place with one squeeze. I want to feel small in his meaty arms. Protected and cherished. Like he’d burn the world for me, and it wouldn’t faze him in the slightest.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

I’m a domme who loves to punish men who drool over me. I don’t like them, I like that they pay me. Today, I’ve got a new client, a man named Jack. He’s a regular caller, but this is our first time talking. I answer the call with a sultry “Oui Bonjour, Jack.” He stammers, “H-hi, Stella.” I can hear the nervousness in his voice, and it makes my pussy tingle. I love the power I have over these men. “So, Jack, tell me, what do you want to talk about today?” I ask, my voice dripping with seduction. He hesitates then says, “I…I want to talk about…you.”

I laugh, a deep, throaty sound. “Oh, Jack, you’re a naughty boy, aren’t you? You want to talk about me? Well, let’s talk about my body, then.” I describe my curves, my small but full breasts, my tight ass, and my wet pussy. I can hear his breathing quicken, and I know he’s touching his cock. They all sound the same when they touch it. I smile, knowing I have him under my control. “Imagine my hands on your dick, Jack.

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TS Alexus 844-332-2639 EXT 349

Abusive throat fucking isn’t just for brainless bimbos. I’ve concluded that every homophobic, closed-minded boy bitch needs to have his throat stretched open by this TS Goddess and my perfect shecock. Sissy whores and thirsty females jump on my cock all day long, but I’m itching for a challenge.

That’s right; I’m talking about you. The macho man always takes what he wants and demands nothing short of perfection. Your time on top is over; now you’ll kneel before me and gargle my hot spunk like a good boy.

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Stand There and Take It, For Me

Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270

“Please, Mama.” He whined as his cock bobbed pathetically. “I can’t take it anymore!” The snivingly bitch wasn’t even crying real tears. My hand swatted out again. Striking the head of his erect penis and sending it flying.

Precum splattered at our feet and over his naked tummy. Thankfully, his arms were tied above his head, or he might do something stupid like try to stroke himself to orgasm. “I’ll slap it as many times as I like. It amuses me. Stand there, and take it for me.”

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Dominant Man

Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228

My true weakness is a sexy, dominant man. I know that I come across as an outgoing girl, but I’m really just a submissive teen at heart. Sometimes I love giving up all control to a dominant man and being the submissive slut that so many of you have come to know and love.

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 Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203              ☏ ☏ ☏        Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

Mommy Anna was preparing a special dinner. She had Little Zoey and Ronnie help her prepare everything: cutting up the vegetables, toasting bread, and then she made them set the table just right. Zoey was a perfectionist and she made sure to correct Ronnie every time he cut a vegetable the wrong way, or folded the napkins wrong at the dinner table.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

Corey was always so eager. It was almost endearing. But then, softness wasn’t what he paid for, was it? He paid for the sharpest edge of my expectations, the cold precision of my demands, and the delicious humiliation that bloomed in his chest with every transaction. “Are you ready, sissy?” I typed, watching the ‘typing…’ indicator flicker on our private chat. A beat of silence, then his reply: “Yes, Mistress. Always ready.”

I smiled, a slow, controlled thing. He called himself a finsub, but to me, he was just Corey, my little piggy bank dressed in a perpetually apologetic expression, even through text. And a sissyboy, of course. That was the real fun of it. “Good. My new Louboutins are calling to me. They’re a rather fetching shade of scarlet, don’t you think?” I sent him a picture I’d pulled from the designer’s website – the most impractical, yet undeniably beautiful, pair of stilettos. “I think they would look perfect on me. Don’t you agree?”

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Submitting To Me Means Whenever I Want

Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

Jensen is new to submission. He craves being entirely owned but hasn’t been very good at relinquishing control. To help him realize that once he’s submitted to me, it means I’ll use his body for my entertainment wherever we are, whenever I want, I came up with a little outing for us.

In a small purse, I packed a blindfold and handcuffs, then told Jensen I wanted to go out dancing. I wore a tight dress and itty bitty panties while he wore a nice button-up and black slacks. He had no idea what was in my bag, and it wouldn’t matter. He’d already agreed to give up all his choices when he submitted to me.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

His deep blue eyes, wide with a mixture of shock and fervent admiration, were locked onto me. A villainess doesn’t beg. She commands. That primal scent, a mix of leather and something else entirely, intensified. His earlier indignation had vanished, replaced by an unmistakable hunger. He was no longer the man about to call the authorities; he was merely a man. A man caught in the web I had so carefully, so deliberately, spun.

I straightened slowly, the motion deliberate, the ripped catsuit revealing just enough, yet leaving the rest to his imagination – or perhaps, his memory. The stiletto heels clicked again as I turned, a slow pivot that allowed the light to glide across the gleaming patent leather, across the exposed curve. I didn’t need to speak. The silence was louder than any words. It was filled with the thrum of his heartbeat, the rapid, shallow breaths he couldn’t quite control.

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