*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221
If you’re a sissy I need to ask you something, have you ever been to a feminization Party? A celebration of becoming the panty boy you’ve always wanted to be.
I think that this transformation is such a huge step for most that a feminization Party is needed to mark the occasion. I recently held one for my friend Marcus who after many years of dreaming decided to slip on his first pair of panties.
Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Miss Anna told her slave that he needed to accompany her. She claimed it was a charity night where all the ladies would get together and hold an auction. He reluctantly agreed, but did so anyway to Please Mistress Anna. They were about to leave, when Miss Anna pulled a fast one on him. She claimed he couldn’t leave in what he was simply wearing, that she had prepared an outfit for him. He complied, but when he saw the garments, he nearly fainted: There was an open bottom skirt, stockings, heels, a slutty top, and lingerie to match.
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
I have a confession to make – I am hopelessly addicted to spanking. I’m constantly begging my lovers “spank me harder!” The rush I get from a firm hand smacking against my tender cheeks is nothing short of euphoric. My ideal fantasy is being bent over an armchair (I prefer wood or leather), my tight shorts pulled down slowly to expose my perfectly round ass. A gentle caress at first, admiring my curves, before an unsolicited spank snaps me out of my trance.
The first one never fails to make me gasp. My skin tingles, not in pain but anticipation of what’s to come next. Slap after slap, the stinging only fuels my ardor. Soon, my pajamas are noticeably damp. I crave the red handprints blooming across my firm globes, a badge of honor proving I can take it. By now I’m squirming on your lap, panties soaked through, clit throbbing for release.
Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459
I want you to use me, daddy. Use me hard and rough. Use me however the hell you want. Because let’s be real, that’s what I’m here for, isn’t it? To be your personal fuck doll, your depraved little plaything, your naughty secret stash of sin and debauchery when the world outside gets too much?
Well, baby, come and get it then. Unleash all that pent up frustration on my tight little pussy. Wring out every last drop of anger, of stress, of pent up lust and aggression, on my pliant, willing body. Slam me against the wall and ravage me. Throw me down on the bed and pound into me until the bed frame breaks. Pin me to the floor and violatingly hiss filthy degradations in my ear as you rail my cervix.
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We are in my yoga studio, and I watch you struggle in a specific pose. Your ass is in the air, and it’s a sight to behold, but your legs are shaking, and your back is rounded. You’re not getting the full benefits of the stretch, and it’s clear you’re frustrated. “Hey, Sam,” I say, walking over to your mat. “You’re doing great, but I think you could benefit from some one-on-one instruction. Would you like to stay after class and let me help you with some of these poses?”
You nod, looking up at me with those big brown eyes, and I can see the eagerness in them. I know what you’re thinking, and I’m thinking it too. This is going to be more than just a yoga lesson. Continue reading “Things Are Getting Hard in Yoga Class”
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
Hey subs, your Goddess Diana is another year older and another year sexier this Saturday! That’s right, it’s my birthday and you know what that means… I’m going to expect some SERIOUS worship these next few days!
On this special day honoring yours truly, I expect to be thoroughly adored and venerated. If you want my royal favors, you better shower me with gifts and compliment my irresistible body nonstop all day long. Don’t you dare forget, I’m a Queen and I demand to be treated as such by my loyal subjects! I mean, it’s only a few days a year you get to stop and celebrate. Although, I do have you, my little bitches. You spoil me year round. So my expectations are high for my birthday. 😉
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
As spring break approached, all of my graduating class was discussing senior photos. Since they’d be our last year book photos, it was important for the pictures to be the best ever. But, of course, you have to hire the best photographer to have the best images.
Thankfully, one of my uncles is a professional. Like with a studio and everything! I asked him if he’d be willing to set up a session and make me look my best. Expectedly, his schedule was full, so he said if I wanted him to take my pictures, I’d have to do it late one Friday night in his basement studio. I agreed and asked him if I could bring a few outfits to test, which would be my favorite, and he said that was more than fine.
Ebony 844-332-2639 ext 240
Continue reading “A Wicked Ride Through Domination, Humiliation & Edging””
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
It was the middle of the day and I was feeling particularly mischievous. Willa, my perfect little panty slut, was hard at work in his office, oblivious to the surprise I had in store for him. To the outside world, Willa appears to be a normal, red-blooded American guy. But I know better. Behind closed doors, he transforms into my sissy princess in emerald green panties.
I snuck into his office while he was at lunch, my emerald green silk panties clutched tightly in my hand. The jewels sparkled temptingly in the fluorescent light. This particular pair drives Willa wild. The minute the warm silk caresses his milky thighs, he melts into a needy puddle, his clitty straining the front of his pants.
Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349
Mikey would do anything for Daddy’s approval, even when Daddy started offering some of that sweet, white powder in a little baggy. Mikey knew that it wasn’t a good idea, that that stuff made people do bad things, but if Daddy said it was okay, then he would listen. He started inhaling the fun stuff that made Mikey feel so good whenever Daddy would offer it, but after a few months, Daddy got stingy.
“Please, can I have some fun stuff?” Mikey was holding on to his elbow as he pleaded with his Father in the master bedroom.