Category: edgeplay

Kayla's Rose-Tipped Flogger

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

The tapping of my stilettos against the hardwood floor was loud in the silent room as I walked around the quivering bitch awaiting his punishment. Neither of us spoke as the tension built around us. He was entirely naked while I wore sheer black thigh-high stockings and matching sheer panties. Without a bra, the heavy sway of my tits drew his gaze to my stiff nipples and the rose-tipped flogger I held in my hands.

“Will it hurt?” He finally dared to ask. The nervousness in his voice gave me a thrill, but my face refused to show him I was pleased. My fingers pulled through the length of the leather flogger’s tails. The pretty red rose-shaped bits of leather at the end would thud against his skin when I whipped him. Would it hurt, eventually, but not nearly as much as a cane or whip.

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Spit Bubbles

Francie xXx 1844-332-2639 xXx 208

I have a craving for spit bubbles today. I’m a girl who always indulges in her desires. That’s why I’ve slipped you into the latex vacuum bed. The soft whirring of the vacuum blocks out any other sounds around you as it constantly pulls the air from the bag, causing the latex to suck against you like a second skin.

Head to toe, you are entirely encapsulated in the vacuum bed, except for the hole just big enough to allow your hard cock to stretch through. From within the bed, you’ll be unable to struggle or protest—such an effective bondage method.

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findom

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Mark, bless his heart, shifted nervously on the edge of my worn velvet chaise lounge. His eyes, usually bright with a hopeful glint, were now clouded with a desperate hunger. He thought I liked him. He truly did. And maybe, in some twisted way, I did. But mostly, I liked the way the crisp hundred-dollar bills felt between my fingers after our sessions.

I moved with a practiced grace, as my many years of dance lessons finally started to pay off. I circled him slowly, my fingertips trailing lightly over the fabric of his neatly pressed shirt. He flinched at my touch, a tremor running through his body. He was so easy to control, a marionette dancing to the tune of my whispered commands. The rules were clear, etched in unspoken agreement between us. He could pump. He could stroke. But he could never, ever cum. He couldn’t touch me, but I could touch him. I was the conductor of this bizarre symphony of frustration, and he was my willing, albeit tormented, instrument. Nothing more than a plaything…A pet.

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Stephanie 844-332-2639 Ext 454

J had me pressed with my back against the brick wall. Neither one of us were familiar with the area. This added anxiety for me and curiosity for him. He leaned in, moving himself up close against me. Feeling his cock, erect, I was extremely turned on. He had been edging me the night before leaving me hungry for his cock, wanting more of anything he was willing to give. My lace panties moist from his constant teasing.

While pressed against me, his ginger beard tickling my forehead he reached down and took my hand in his. Looking down at me his eyes were full of excitement and he gave me a sweet smile. I smiled back but I was unable to keep eye contact. My eyes started to wander about.

“You look scared.” he said laughing. “You’re just making me want it more.” I glanced around, I didn’t see a soul. “Stop it, stop checking for people.” I laughed at myself for being so paranoid that someone might see. “Ok I’m sorry” I slurred. He lowered his shorts exposing his erect cock. “I don’t want you focused on anything but my cock.”

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Stephanie 844-332-2639 Ext 454

I slid myself onto the bar stool next to him, to his right, leaned over and while trying to get the bartender’s attention I noticed him staring at the flat screen tv’s above the bar. He was calm, serene. I was confused, it seemed like he didn’t know I was sitting beside him. I placed my hand on his arm, he was very fit, a body builder.

Still no reaction from him. He sat drinking beer from a pilsner. I gave up when the bartender walked over. “What can I get for you?” Before I could say anything he spoke “Yeah get her a jack and coke.” he spoke loudly and confidently. I sank in my seat. He knew I was fucking sitting here the entire time. Knowing this was intentional I didn’t speak. “Right? That’s your drink of choice” he confirmed, finally making eye contact. “Yep” I shrugged looking away, focusing my attention on the bartender.

J placed his hand on my thigh, slid it between my legs and then further up and under my skirt. He then began rubbing my pussy over my panties.

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ruined orgasm

1-844-332-2639 ext 404

“Ready when you are, Axel,” I said, trying to hide the sheer delight in my voice. Tonight, he had something particularly strange planned and I was pumped for it. “Okay, baby. I want you to take a jar of honey…” he began, his voice sounding low and suggestive. I followed his instructions, a strange mix of amusement and disgust swirling within me. The honey was cold and sticky against my skin as I dolloped it into the back of my panties, then lay down on my bed. Next came the caramel sauce, a thick, sugary stream down the front of my jeans. It was a disgusting concoction, the textures all wrong, the sensation was almost hilarious. I had a hard time not laughing.

As Axel urged me on, describing what he imagined, I started to play along, moaning and writhing as he encouraged me to rub my clit in that sticky mess. “Oh, Amber, you can’t cum yet,” Axel breathed, clearly satisfied with his plan. “You can only cum when I say so.” I lay there, covered in sticky goo, a smirk playing on my lips. “Typical!” I said, laughing. The next few minutes were a mix of edging and frustration, then Axel finally let me cum. I screamed as my body shook, and I squirted all over myself.

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asmr

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Zoey and I recently stumbled upon the ASMR fetish community. It was somewhat accidental, after both of our TikTok FYP’s were filled with videos of whispering voices and the strangely compelling sounds of people eating. Zoey had the brilliant idea that we should use this to our advantage – you know, being PSOs and all. “Food-focused ASMR calls,” she’d declared, eyes gleaming. “We’ll be the sex queens of the crunch!”

We decided to advertise our new fetish service on X and our first video call came through Teams, after a quick DM with a guy named “CrunchKing69.” Zoey was already unwrapping a bag of spicy ramen noodles as I answered.  “H-hello,” a nervous voice replied. “Is…is this the, uh, ASMR call?” “You want it, we’ll do it,” Zoey purred, before chomping hard on the crunchy noodles. The sound filled the room, and we could see CrunchKing69 drooling on the other end while stroking his hard dick. Next, it was my turn. I grabbed a handful of crisp green grapes and popped one in my mouth before sinking my teeth into it. The satisfying crunch reverberated through the microphone. “Delicious,” I murmured, chewing slowly. “Want to hear more?”

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

Ah, hello there naughty reader. It’s me, your sexy kitten Diana. I hope you’re having a good day, because I’m certainly having a naughty one. Edging myself. But how could I not, with a hot, virile, big-dicked man like you on my mind?

That’s right, while I pleasure myself to the brink of ecstasy and back again, it’s your name that’s on my lips. Your unrelenting cock that I’m craving. The way you make me shiver and shake, bringing me to the edge over and over without letting me fall. It’s pure bliss.

I start by rubbing my sensitive clit in slow circles, imagining it’s your fingers deftly playing with my most intimate places. My breathing quickens and my thighs start to quiver, that familiar heat building like molten lava between my legs already.

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What A Shy Boy

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

The hotel pool is the only reason I travel for work. I swear I wouldn’t make it if I didn’t have time to bask in the sun by the glittering water. Except, this time, the weather had betrayed me, and I was stuck sitting on a plastic chair beside the indoor pool. It was late, and I assumed no other guests would be hanging out so I could read in peace. I hate when people splash about, making a rukus as I try to relax.

I settled back into the uncomfortable chair in my bikini, missing the warmth of the sun soaking into my skin, when someone entered the pool area—a man, well a shy boy, wearing board shorts and a long t-shirt. He offered me a polite little wave and then took a seat at the opposite side of the pool.

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Head To Toe

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

“Crawl to me.” He smirked as he rested back against the headboard. My hungry gaze roamed his figure. Long, strong legs stretched out, totally relaxed as he drank in my naked form. His hand lazily stroked in cock, which made my mouth water. I dropped to my knees slowly, my gaze never leaving his as my hands spread out over the polished wooden floor of his bedroom.

My body lengthened and dipped as I catcrawled from the bathroom doorway to the end of his bed. He gave a soft moan of approval, and I climbed up to join him. My body straddling one of those long legs as I crawled up his body. My heavy tits swayed until they met his thigh and rested there. He let go of his cock to trail his fingers along the side of my breast. “I’m going to worship you. Head to toe.” He growled.

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