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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Today is February 13th. The eve of the great lie. And that, my darlings, is why you must spoil me. First, the obvious. Spoil me to prove you can. The florist delivers on Valentine’s Day. The cliché. But a bouquet of black calla lilies arriving today, a day early, at my door, not hers? That’s a secret. That’s power. It whispers, “I am thinking of you while I am picking out the safe, red roses for my boring wife.”

Spoil me for the silence I keep. Your wife asks how your day was and you say, “Fine. I had a long budget meeting.” You weren’t in a meeting. You were here, with the curtains drawn, tasting the expensive caviar you told her you were saving for a “special occasion with the guys.” I am the living, breathing secret you tuck into your suit pocket. Simply put, I don’t call. I don’t text at inopportune times, either. My discretion is an art form and good art is never cheap.

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Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Miss Anna was walking home from the bodega with her arms full of bags. She balanced herself well in her heels still strutting down the sidewalk. Just as she almost reached home, one of her bags ripped, and her items spilled all onto the concrete.

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

Let me tell you about the time I scared my captor.  One minute I was walking down a dark alley.  The next minute I found myself waking up tied and gagged in an unfamiliar room.  I blinked and looked around.  Finally, I spotted a masked man sitting off to the side watching me as I gathered my bearings.  “What am I doing here?” I asked.  My question came out muffled behind the gag in my mouth.  He reached forward and tugged the gag out of my mouth.  “What am I doing here?” I asked again, clearly this time.  He grinned what I assumed was supposed to be an evil filled grin and told me that he’d taken me to be his personal play thing.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

“Thank you so much for meeting with me Dr. Julie. I have an embarrassing issue. It’s not easy for me to talk about. I feel a lot of shame and guilt. And it’s not easy for me to admit this. But, well how can I put this? You see, my husband and I didn’t have sex before marriage. I never would have married him, had I’d known. When I saw it on our wedding night, I was horrified. Of course I had never thought of packing a magnifying glass. But I desperately needed one to find it. It was microscopic. An itty bitty, teeny weeny, tiny penis. My wet pussy dried up in an instant. I lost all sexual desire that night. I feel horrible but I’m not sexually turned on by him at all. And now my thoughts have begun to wonder. I’m reluctant to admit this Dr. Julie. But I’ve been fantasizing about huge hard cocks. I want one so badly that I’ve even been thinking about cheating on him. I don’t know what to do. That’s why I’m here. I hope you can help me.” She confessed.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Melanie handed me the mug. “He’s yours for a while,” she whispered. “Then it’s my turn.” Ethan didn’t suspect a thing. He’d been grinning all night at the party upstairs, leering at us like we were prizes. By 10:47pm, I made sure he’d downed three drinks, all of which contained chamomile and a splash of something far more calm-inducing. He slumped against the couch shortly after he finished the third drink. What a dummy. He should have known not to accept a drink from a near-stranger.

“Let’s move him,” I said. Melanie smirked. “I bet he never suspected this would happen when he chose to go to the party.” We carried him down like a ragdoll. His protests dissolved into snores by the third step. The diaper we put him in was size XXL, which was a mocking fit for his bulky frame. Melanie held him still while I snapped the tabs. Ethan twitched once, as if he was dreaming of escape. If only he knew. lol I reached for the laxative, sweetened to taste like vanilla. He gulped it down in a bottle, oblivious to his current reality.

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Gifts

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I’ve had these, ahem, “gifts” since I was a teen. It’s like I had a magnetic field around me, drawing in every male eye within a 10-foot radius. It was both flattering and terrifying at the same time. I’d try to wear loose-fitting clothes to downplay them, but let’s be real, there’s only so much you can do to hide a pair of double-Ds from all of the neighborhood pervs.

The comments started early, too. Everything from “Wow, you must be cold!” to “Do you have trouble finding bras that fit?” But as I got older, the attention only intensified. I’d go to the grocery store and some guy would inevitably stare as if he’d never seen breasts before.

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Teen Tease

Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228

Do you think you could resist a hot, teen tease like me? You might think you can but we both know for a fact that I’m way out of your league. You would instantly be putty in my hands, and I think that deep down you know that too.

Teasing is one of my specialties and I can get you to do anything I want you to do. Didn’t you know that a teen tease is one of the most dangerous types of girls? By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be a slave to my body. You’ll be in way too deep to ever get out after just one conversation with me. My plan never fails. Trust me Continue reading “Do You Want To Get Off With A Teen Tease?” →

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

After my morning coffee, it was time to pull out my smother slave—the one who lives in a box under my bed. The box is on wheels and is so convenient. When I wish to forget I own a slave, I simply shove the drawer-like compartment under my bed and forget about him, but when I wish to use him as my toilet slave, a quick pull, and there he is!

Strapped down on his back inside the box that sports two holes. One for his face and one for his erection. Just the feeling of being pulled from under the bed gets him hard because he knows my ass is soon to follow.

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Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Miss Anna recently was getting harassed by one of her many Ex boyfriends. Every time he texted her, she would roll her eyes and toss her phone to do something more important.

Things began getting out of hand. He began calling her at work, writing her letters and even stalking her. He couldn’t seem to get over her and all of the filth that she addicted him to.

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Under The Snow Moon

Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208

Arm in arm, Anna and I trudged through the freshly fallen powder. Several feet of perfectly unique frozen flakes had drifted from the heavens for days on end, but not tonight. Under the bright light of the Snow Moon, nothing shifted. Only the sounds of our boots shuffling through the pure white layer, which was constantly swallowing up our feet as we moved, and the huff of condensation misting from our mouths could be heard.

The woods were eerily silent under the heavy moon. As if every creature and being were hiding from its exposure. Anna squeezed my elbow tight against her side as she looked up at the face of the moon staring back at us. “This one is powerful.” She turned her gaze on me, and my body trembled, not from fear or cold but from the excitement of the coming ritual.

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