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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

I smooth my black corset, the red lace trim catching the dim light. Tonight is New Year’s Eve, but there’ll be no drinks for me. The only thing on my menu tonight is the sound of surrender. Liam arrives at 11:59pm. His breath fogs in the cold air as he knocks. I let him in. He wears the plain gray shirt I told him to wear. No collar yet. Not tonight. Not until the clock breaks.

My room is a cathedral of shadows. Candles flicker on the floor. Their wax pools underneath them like dark hearts. The air smells of fear. Liam’s favorite song plays on loop. Clair de Lune, the keys falling like rain. I watch him shiver. He knows what to do. “You know the rules,” I say. My voice is soft. He nods as I tie his hands behind his back with the red ribbon I saved for this night. My favorite color. It matches the little scars on his wrists from last year’s celebration.

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Rachel 1*844*322*2639 Ext 457

I couldn’t believe that Mrs. Martin came into work! We were doing a dance on the bar. It was western night. So we were wearing little crops, extremely short, cut off jean shorts, cowgirl boots, cowgirl hats, and pigtails. The place was packed and the guys were going wild. But there was someone at the back of the room that looked very out of place. She was by herself and actually seemed nervous. That’s when I realized that it was Mrs. Martin. Then I started wondering why she was there. I started getting really nervous. She had no idea I worked there. And I didn’t want her to know. She was like an aunt to me. And I knew she would tell my mom. I was so mortified. But I was stuck up there on the bar. I tried to tilt my hat down to where she couldn’t see my face. But I was so worried that she could tell that it was me.

When the song was over, I worked my way into the ladies’ room as quickly as possible. My heart was racing and I just needed a place to hide out for a moment.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I have a particular method of enforcement that is both swift and merciless. Whenever one of my subs disobeys or falls short of my expectations, they are subject to a punishment that is as humiliating as it is physically uncomfortable. With a mere glance, I can command them to slap, flick, or otherwise torment their own cock while I cackle with glee. The act is a clear and honest reminder that their body is mine to control.

The first time it happens, they are often taken aback by how much it stings. But as the instances pile up, and the slaps and flicks become more frequent, they begin to break. Their ego falters, their pride cracks, and their tears start to flow like a waterfall. And all they can say in the moment is “ow” or (my favorite) “yes, Mistress Amber.” Like the pathetic bitches they are.

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Pussy Free

Rita 844-33-CANDY Ext 413

God, how does it feel being a pussy free loser? The best part of it all is you don’t even have a little dick. Most pussy free idiots aren’t that way by choice. They are born with a two-inch prick that no female wants. Not you, though, you’re handsome, or at least most people think so, intelligent, and funny. Yet, look at what I’ve turned you into.

A broke dick gooner who can’t cum without being humiliated by a beautiful woman you’ll never sink your dick into. Are you embarrassed? Because you should be.

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

Being a naughty girl thrills me. Tonight, you’ve taken me out to a fancy dinner. I’ve dressed to tease you. Something tight, sleeveless, and it shows off more cleavage and thigh than you can stand. At first, you thought it was sexy that other men would be oogling your arm candy. It made you feel like the big man on campus to have such a sexy fucktoy at your side, but now, your cock is hurting.

We’re halfway through the appetizers, and when the waiter turns to leave, I tug the neckline down to flash you a supple tit. I can almost feel your groan from across the table. Giggling, I cover back up and act as if nothing has happened.

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The Winter Witch blows in much like Jack Frost. One day, she isn’t there, and the next, she’s nipping at your heels. Some confuse her groans of frustration as blustering winds. The truth, however, is that the Winter Witch craves human males to satisfy her sexual appetite. Unfortunately, they become harder and harder for her to find in the cold.

She rustles through the forest, searching for hunters. The men bundled up and hunkered down, looking for prey who would have no idea that they would soon be just that. The Winter witch swirls around them like a flurry of white snow, only to appear before them as a thirty-foot-tall Ice Goddess.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

It was a well known haunted hotel built in 1886. I was attending an event, and everyone was going to stay there since the event was being held there. I wasn’t really worried about all of the ghost stories. It was a really popular hotel. People came from everywhere to experience a night there. And many celebrities frequented it. So I was actually pretty excited. When you walk through the doors, you can’t help but feel the history. It permeated the air. You’re met with a grand circular staircase. It was made of marble, but they added a red runner after someone lost their life falling down it. The bar had a speakeasy vibe. It was ornate with nineteenth century brass fixtures, red velvet booths and floor to ceiling curtains. We all met for drinks. Then it was time to head to our rooms for a good night’s sleep. The event was going to start bright and early in the morning.

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Roxy 1(844) 332-2639 Ext 414

It had been a couple of weeks since the mysterious client captivated my curiosity. I still had no idea who he was. He sat in a dark corner so I couldn’t see his face. For some reason, I was so intrigued and drawn to him. So much so that I slipped deep into fantasy while I was on stage. In my mind, I was giving him a private dance. But when I opened my eyes, he was gone. And I haven’t been able to get him out of my mind ever since. It’s crazy to think about someone you don’t even know.

Then out of the blue, just as quickly as he disappeared, he reappeared. Again, he sat in the back. So I couldn’t see his face. But I recognized his choice of designer suit. He got my heart and clit going pitter patter once more. This time I didn’t take my eyes off of him. I didn’t want him to be able to escape again. But somehow, he did. He is quick, slick, and swift. I couldn’t believe it. He was so mysterious. I started asking the other girls if they knew who he was. But no one did.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

“Dr. Julie, she says I’m a perv that can never be satisfied. Over the years she has caught me several times, with all kinds of different things. It started out with toys. First a masturbator, then anal toys, and kinkier things. Then she found fetish porn on my computer. I tried really hard to stop but I can’t stop thinking about really kinky things. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m so ashamed and embarrassed to admit this. But when I have sex with her, I fantasize about some very taboo fetishes. It makes me feel so guilty. She once found a suitcase I hid in the attic. It was full of lingerie, teddies, panties, bras, socks, garter belts, stockings, and even a pair of red heels. Then there was the time she found makeup. She even found diapers once. It’s really bad Dr. Julie. She tells me that there is something wrong with me. She says this isn’t normal. I feel like such a loser. She told me that I have to get therapy. That’s why I’m here.”

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I'm Just A Girl

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

How can you be afraid of little ol’ me? I’m just a girl: my innocent face and soft curves. I’m no danger to a big, strong man like you. What is it that you’re really scared of?

Does it make you nervous that I know exactly what to say to bring you to your knees? That I often whisper the dark fantasies you lust after that you can’t even admit to yourself that you desire them? Or maybe it’s because even after you cum for me, instantly you want more of my attention? Is that what keeps you up at night? The fact that I so easily twist you around my little finger and keep you craving me?

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