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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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Small Dick

Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228

Please tell me you’re not coming to fuck me with that small dick and expecting me to actually get off. Maybe I’m mistaken and what’s in between your legs isn’t even a dick after all. No really, what is it?

I literally can’t tell if it’s a clit or a cock. Your small dick, if you can even call it a dick, is pathetic. Almost as pathetic as you, what is it, like 4 inches? I’m probably being generous with that estimate, huh?

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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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spank

Anna 1-844-332-2639 EXT 203

onnie became very fascinated with the neighborhood animals, and the nature channel recently. Mommy Anna tried to shield
his eyes any time two of them were getting it on, but it was too late, his mind was already corrupted. She worried that
this would lead to other things, and it was bad enough that he was always getting into trouble in and out of school.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

It had been a long day of wine tasting and grape stomping on a warm summer day. We were absolutely exhausted and drained. Luckily the B&B owner offered to stick all of our grape stained clothing into the washer for us. We all crashed out for a couple of hours before our  massages. We were awakened by a knock at our doors by B&B room service. Cucumber water and a plate of fruit to enjoy before our massage therapists arrived. My friend hired each of us our own personal masseuse to give us full body massages in the comfort and privacy of our own rooms. I was so excited. After the day we had, it was perfect timing for a massage. It was going to feel so good.

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Little Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

After I transformed my friend Brady into Brandy, and got her deflowered, she promised to use me as her cosmetology school model. I couldn’t wait for her to practice on me. I was excited to be her test dummy. Not only did I get the treatments for free but I got to learn things like how to do my makeup. I’ve never been really good at doing my own hair and makeup. Plus, I could use a little pampering after the long summer hours working at the breastaurant. So when Brandy called me for my first gig, I was so excited. But then she told me not to be. She said this one wasn’t going to be pleasant or glamorous. Then she had to go without explaining any further. I was curious and suddenly hesitant. But I knew I couldn’t let her down. I had already promised to be her model for every exam. And there was no time left to find a fill in. So I braced myself for the worst and headed over there. But I had no idea what to expect. My mind was running wild all the way over there.

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