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2086

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2086

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

The steady beeping and whirring of nearby machines slowly wakes you. First, your eyes blink open, revealing a hazy, bright world. The lights make you blink a few more times before a hospital room comes into focus. Surrounding your bed is a crowd of nurses and female doctors. Ohs and awes break out among them, and you hear hushed sounds of excitement. “He’s awake! He’s really awake.”

When you try to rub your eyes and clear this odd dream, you realize your arms are strapped down to the hospital bed, and looking down, your giant erection greets you as it tents the bed sheets. “What’s going on?” You struggle against the restraints, and one of the beautiful nurses presses a stethoscope to your throbbing cock head. Her grin is wide, and she nods to the group. “Don’t do that. What do you mean? Where am I?” You beg them for answers, but they are too busy excitedly chattering to themselves to answer you.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

Beneath me, Marcus’ muscular body contorted into a posture that defied comfort as my gloved fingers traced the angry welts that bloomed across his back like a dark, intricate map. He shuddered and a single gasp escaped his lips, but he didn’t dare speak. He knew the rules of my house…silence was his only currency, and he was currently bankrupt.

“Do you remember the terms, Marcus?” I whispered, amused by our exchange. Instead of waiting for him to answer, I tightened the leather strap I’d secured around his throat, watching the way his eyes widened with terror, then picked up the heavy-duty flogger. I didn’t hold back. The first strike landed with a sickening thwack that echoed off the walls, followed immediately by the wheezing sound of his breath leaving his body.

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449

The heat in my apartment was stifling, but it was nothing compared to the sudden, breathless shift in the room’s atmosphere. One moment, you were standing by the bookshelf; your usual towering, confident self. The next, low hum vibrated through the floorboards, and you were collapsing inward. Your silhouette blurred like a heat mirage.

I blinked, rubbing my eyes. When I looked down, your clothes were pooled on the hardwood floor in a tangled, empty heap.

“What just happened?” I whispered, stepping closer, my heart thumping against my ribs.

A tiny, muffled cough came from the center of your discarded linen shirt. I knelt, the fabric of my robe brushing against my knees, and gently parted the folds. There you were barely; four inches tall, perfectly formed, and utterly vulnerable. Your gaze traveled up the impossible length of my legs, jaw dropping as you took in the sheer scale of me.

A sudden, thrilling wave of power rushed through my veins. You looked so exquisitely helpless down there.

“Well,” I purred, leaning down so my shadow completely engulfed you. “Look at you.”

You scrambled backward, miniature chest heaving; but there was a dark, undeniable heat in your wide eyes. The… Continue reading “My Shrinking Man” →

Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

Fourth of July is upon us, and it’s time to celebrate the season with fireworks. I can think of fireworks in many different ways. But today, Uncle John is taking me to the celebration, and I can’t wait to see what kind of surprise he has in store for me.

There was a lovely parade during the day, but it turned into evening quickly, and that’s when the fun would begin. The crowd was heavy and Uncle John grabbed me by the hand and led me to a quieter and more private area behind all the food carts. He laid down on the soft grass and grabbed at his bulge in his pants. He said, “I got something that needs to explode but you can’t set it on fire.”

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Office Throat Slut

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

“Miss Reese,” the crackled voice came through the intercom. “Mr. Davis will see you now.” I stood up and smoothed the simple pencil skirt down my thighs. My blouse was unbuttoned just enough to show off my cleavage, and my tall high heels made no sound as I walked across the carpet to his office.

Carefully, I pushed open the heavy oak doors and stepped into his office. Mr. Davis was on the phone, no doubt with a high-paying client. He didn’t look up from his notepad but crooked a finger for me to begin. I licked my lips as he pushed his big office chair back from the desk. Dropping down to my hands and knees, I crawled to my position under his desk. Our eyes did meet then, just briefly, as I sat on my heels and began to unzip his pants.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

We all got such a good night’s sleep after our full body massages with wonderfully happy endings. We woke up so refreshed and ready for the last activity of our bachelorette weekend. After a big breakfast, we headed to the spa. It was built in an underground cavern with natural mineral springs. People come from near and far to experience the healing properties. We were going to get detoxifying clay body wraps. I’d never had anything like it before so I was intrigued and excited. 

They took us deep into the cave, down a cold, dark hallway. We finally reached a room lit up with red lighting and full of massage type tables. There was a man standing at each table ready to start slathering us with warm clay. It felt so good. I almost fell asleep. But then he started wrapping me up in a material textured somewhere gauze and burlap. With each layer he wrapped tighter and tighter, until I was fully bound and unable to move. I had to just relax and take deep breaths. Otherwise I began to feel claustrophobic and panic.The only parts of my body that weren’t covered were my head and crotch.

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449 

The dim amber glow of the lounge was a stark contrast to the cool rain tapping against the penthouse windows. Tonight, the world outside didn’t exist. There was only the low hum of the jazz record playing in the corner, and the undeniable tension stretching between the three of us on the velvet sofa.

Elena sat to my left, her fingers idly tracing the rim of her glass. While her husband was stretched out on my right. He was watching me with a quiet, intense focus that made my skin prickle with anticipation.

“You’re remarkably quiet tonight,” Elena murmured, her voice a low purr. She leaned in closer, the faint scent of jasmine drifting between us. Her hand found my knee, her fingers resting lightly, warm even through the fabric of my dress.

“Just taking it all in,” I replied, my voice slightly breathless.

Her husband shifted, closing the distance on the other side. He reached out, warm hand cupping the back of my neck, his thumb gently stroking the sensitive skin just beneath my ear. A soft shiver rippled down my spine. Caught between the two of them, the sheer sensory overload was entrancing. I was the absolute center…

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Cock Sucking Pro

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Would you consider yourself a cock sucking pro? No?!? Well that’s just too unfortunate for me to let continue. Stick with me and I’ll make sure you’re on the right path to getting your first cock in between those lips of yours.

If you know me you know that I will not take no for an answer once I decide to make you my cock sucking protege. You wouldn’t want to let me down anyway, would you? Of course not. So just accept your new role as my personal cock sucking pro and we’ll have zero issues.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

I call it my gallery, though most would call it a dungeon. People focus too much on the wreckage of souls left behind in my wake, but never enough on the tools that craft such transformations. I walk the length of the room, as my heels click against the polished floor. To my left, the rack of whips perfectly catches the dim light. They are my finest instruments, with each one balanced to a fraction of an ounce. I use them frequently and adoringly.

Further down the wall, protected behind glass, lies my collection of heavy iron toys. These are for when I require total stillness. The weighted spreaders, the chrome-plated clamps, and the intricate, velvet lined locks all look so pretty in their perfect places. Each piece is a masterpiece of cold, unyielding geometry. I love the way they look…clean, clinical, and utterly indifferent to the humanity they are meant to restrain.

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449

His hands were trapped beneath my own, pinned gently but firmly against the mattress. His breath came in ragged, uneven shallow puffs, his eyes wide and dark with a desperate, beautiful focus.

“Please,” he whispered, the syllable catching in his throat.

“Not yet,” I replied, my voice a low, teasing thread in the quiet room.

I leaned down, tracing the line of his jaw with the tip of my tongue. Deliberate and slow. Every movement I made was a calculated exercise in restraint. I dragged my fingertips down his chest, barely skimming the surface of his skin. Watching the way his muscles jumped in response to the agonizingly light touch. He arched into it, searching for the deep, heavy friction he craved. I shifted my weight just out of reach, denying him release.

Keeping someone on the precipice is a delicate art. It requires reading the exact moment the tension becomes too much to bear, and then pulling back just a fraction of an inch.

I hovered over him, letting my hair brush against his skin. I pressed against him, offering an agonizingly fleeting, brief taste of full contact. Then slowing the rhythm down to a tortuous crawl. He let… Continue reading “The Edge of Pleasure” →