Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322
They sit on the floor. Backs straight, eyes down. The room is dim. My heels click once as I cross my legs. I wear black silk, with gloves up to my elbows. Hair slicked back. I do not smile. They do not speak unless I say.
Jean trembles. I see it in his hands, folded in his lap. Luc breathes too loud. They wait for me. But I am not in a hurry. We have all night. I open a small box. Inside, there is a silver toy. Jean lifts his eyes just a little. I snap my fingers.
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.
Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457
He came into work. I saw him point to me. He wanted to sit in my section. I had never seen him before. But he was loud, blunt and to the point. He ordered a big mug of beer. Then he proceeded to tell me that he’s a paypig. The more he drank, the louder he got. They finally asked him to leave but he was oinking for me all the way out the door. I couldn’t stop thinking about him all night long. Finally when my shift was over, I headed out to my car. As I approached it, I heard him oinking at me. Then he came over to me on all fours. He literally started throwing money at me. And kept telling me how pathetic he is and what a loser he is. All I could do was giggle. He kept asking me how old I was. Every time I said nineteen, his boner started dripping and he started throwing more money at me. I had never seen anything like it. Then he started saying that he wants to suck and fuck cock. Every time a man would walk by, he would start panting and throwing money.
*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221
If you live within the kink community that means you know a slutty sissy. I bet you’re one too, aren’t you? We both know that a cock loving sissy like yourself is always ready for a load. So, why would the holiday season be any different?
You want a cock to either suck on or sit on 24/7, and it really doesn’t matter whose cock it is. And I also know your little secret my slutty sissy. I’ve heard all about what you like to do this time of year to a special jolly old man.
Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228
Anyone who doesn’t think Santa is a hot daddy is a total liar. How could you not want him in bed with you? He’s experienced, sweet and knows how to make everyone all over the world happy.
Plus, there’s nothing hotter than making someone who’s supposed to be really sweet become extra dirty. And that’s exactly what I did this year with my new hot daddy.
Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322
One day, I get a very special client. It was Santa Claus. Yes, THE Santa Claus. He comes to me and says, “Stella, I need your help. I am always giving, always making others happy. But I want to feel something different. I want to feel submission.”
I am surprised. Santa Claus, the man who brings joy to everyone, wants to be submissive? I accept the challenge. I tell him to call me “Mistress Stella” and to do exactly as I say. Santa comes to my place, wearing his big red suit. I tell him to take it off and wear something more comfortable. He obeys, and soon he is in a little black shirt and pants. I like it.
Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
Santa’s workshop buzzed with the manic energy of Christmas. While other elves dangled dolls and wind-up trains from the ceiling like we were in a Christmas ornament factory, my job as Quality Control Manager was to test the sexy toys that would be left for adults under trees all over the world this year.
Today’s project involved Aaron, a twitchy new elf whose enthusiasm could’ve powered the North Pole’s entire workshop. He’d just unveiled his “ethically sourced” antler cock ring. “Structural integrity is paramount,” he’d said, grinning like he’d just won the lottery. “Let’s test it,” I said professionally, while adjusting my candy-cane apron. Elf Academy didn’t cover this part in their “Sleighing the Holidays” curriculum, so it was my responsibility to train new hires on protocol.
Continue reading “Christmas Quality Control at the North Pole”
Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407
I stepped into the little storefront on the corner of Pine and Mistletoe, expecting only the comforting scent of peppermint and cocoa. What greeted me instead was a dazzling, over‑the‑top Christmas candy shoppe that doubled as something far naughtier. The walls were lined with jars of bright red gumdrops, sugar‑coated pretzels, and candy‑cane swirls, but nestled among those innocent treats were an assortment of sex toys that had been cheekily fashioned to look like confections.
As I meandered past the peppermint bark displays, I couldn’t help but notice a glossy, peppermint‑flavored dildo that shimmered like a giant crystallized candy cane. Its sleek, curved silhouette promised a delightfully deep, throbbing rhythm for anyone brave enough to indulge! Next, I saw a row of strawberry‑filled chocolate truffles. Each one was meticulously molded to a different size. Upon closer inspection, I realized they were in fact an array of vibrating butt plugs!
Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457
We were short handed at work when we had our big monthly delivery from our main supplier. The manager asked me to handle it as he tossed me the keys to the freezer. I had no earthly idea what I was doing but I had no choice but to wing it. I did know that I wasn’t allowed to leave him unattended. So I met the delivery driver at the back door and led him to the freezer. I unlocked it and held it open for him. He had a dolly full of boxes. I waited for him to finish bringing in several loads. Then he told me to close the door, and he would get the boxes put away as quickly as possible. It was freezing in there. And I was in my skimpy uniform. So he gave me his jacket. It didn’t help much. But I think he thought I looked cute in it. Because he kept looking over at me with a ravenous look in his eyes.
Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349
My standard rule is if my dick is bigger than yours, I get to be the top. It only makes sense; no one wants to get fucked by a small dick, and I deserve at least six and a half inches if I’m going to bend over. However, since it’s the season of giving, I’ll be generous and spread my cheeks for you if your dick is bigger than my heels.
Oh, no… My heels are bigger?! You don’t even have five inches in your pants? How do you even call yourself a man?