Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Little Anna went to go ask Daddy for permission to go out with her friends. Daddy, without hesitation said NO!. ‘’But I never get to go anywhere or do anything!’’ Anna protested. ‘’Too bad,’’ Daddy said. ‘’You haven’t done your chores, you haven’t done your homework, your room is a mess and –‘’ before he could finish Anna let out a big sigh and barked ‘’fine!’’ back, stomping up to her room. She better be getting ready for bed, Daddy thought to himself.
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
I remember the day I first laid eyes on your microscopic member. I couldn’t help but laugh at the pitiful sight. It looked like a shriveled up prune, a sad little nub that could barely be called a manhood. And the way it flopped around futilely, as if it thought it had a chance at bringing anyone pleasure. How adorable. And yet, how pathetic.
You tried to protest when I first threatened to cage that tiny prick of yours. “What if I get aroused?” you whined. As if your pathetic arousal meant anything to me. The only function your dick has is to bring me amusement now.
Phonesex With Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270
My good friend Kelly has married a cheater. He is the kind of man who just can’t keep his dick in his pants. I saw all the warning signs and all the red flags, and I tried to tell her not to marry him, but she was in love. She “trusted” him not to break her heart or hurt her—poor, stupid Kelly.
It’s been three months since the wedding, and already, he’s gotten sloppy. He left his social media logged in on their home computer, and when she sat down to pay bills, she saw the messages between him and some teenybopper slut. Kelly was beside herself as if she didn’t see this coming. She cried on my shoulder, asking for advice, and since she hadn’t listened to me the first time I gave some (telling her not to marry him), I knew I had to take care of this myself. I was going to diaper a cheater.
Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413
Memorial Day BBQs can get pretty wild! Sun shining, drinks flowing, and the grill fired up made for a lot of people needing to use the bathroom. My poor little potty just couldn’t keep up with the demand, and it stopped flushing! I was in a bit of a panic! At least fifty people were at my house chugging bottles and stuffing their faces with burgers and hot dogs! With only one nonworking bathroom, I was going to have a huge problem.
At least, I thought I was, till I remembered my little toilet slave was attending the BBQ! I ran over to where he sat at the edge of the pool, chatting and laughing like his tongue wasn’t casually used as toilet paper for me whenever I felt the need. I grabbed his elbow and yanked him up. “Come on! Duty calls.”
Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Ronnie left the house while Mommy Anna was hanging the laundry to dry. He told Mommy Anna he’d be out for a while, so she reminded him to simply be back for dinner.
He took off on his favorite bike, and felt free as ever with his hair blowing in the wind. He decided to visit all of his favorite spots, and pass by the park to say hello to his friends. But next thing ya know, it was lunch time and Ronnie was feeling famished. He happened to be at the same block where he last saw Mommy Anna getting spanked, only he didn’t feel like seafood, so he went to the pizza parlor next door.
Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413
Uh oh! Don’t you just hate when the nasty, filthy fucking things you do in the dark come out to the light. You thought you were careful. You tried so hard to keep things a secret, but guess what I found? The kitty is really out of the bag now, and I guess we’ll have to see what you’re willing to do to keep me quiet.
See the other day I was forcing a sissy to suck cock. His first one! A very exciting time. As we were scrolling through a particular site, you know, one for fags. Guess whose picture I just happened to stumble upon?!
Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Naughty Ronnie decided to go out for a bike ride. He called out to Mommy Anna to let her know he was going out, and this time, he wasn’t met with opposition. . No warning of be home for dinner, or look both ways before you cross the street. He even stopped and waited, but all he could hear was Daddy upstairs listening to the radio. Zoey was in her room quietly reading. He shrugged his shoulders and off he went.
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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
Eric is tall, really tall, and so handsome, but he has a humiliating secret. His dick is small as fuck! It’s so funny that everyone thinks he’s packing just because of his height! I thought, what better way to humiliate him even more than to take him to the strip club.
When we walked in, everyone was looking at us. With me on his arm, he looked like the man! We got a little table right in front of the stage, and I perched on his lap as we watched the dancers. I wiggled to the music but nothing was poking me. That’s when the idea came to me! “You should get a lap dance!” I jumped off his lap and signaled to one of the dancers. She sauntered over and teased her hands down Eric’s shoulders. “Hi, big boy.” She schmoozed. Ha! The joke was about to be on her.
Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
I smirked, perched on the edge of Liam’s desk, my gaze raking over him. He was tied to his own gaming chair, a pathetic picture of frustrated desire. Miss Anna, a vision in black leather, circled him with her eyes laser-focused on his, her crimson-painted nails tapping against a riding crop she held with menacing grace.
“Having a little trouble, Liam?” I purred, my voice dripping with mock concern. He just groaned, his eyes squeezed shut, a sheen of sweat slicking his forehead. We’d given him a simple rule: hands behind his head, or else. But the little sub was struggling. “Please,” he gasped, eyes fluttering open to meet mine. “Please, Amber, I can’t! I can’t hold it.”
Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285
He tried to humiliate me! He thought he was funny. We were out with friends when he made the comment. Loud enough for everyone to hear. “She acts tough, but she’s really just a pillow princess!” The room laughed. My cheeks burned. But not from shame. No, what I felt was a different kind of heat. Because I already knew how I was going to make him pay.
When we got home, I didn’t speak. I took control—grabbed his collar, shoved him onto the bed, and straddled him. “Take off your clothes,” I said coldly. “All of them.” He looked surprised. Nervous. I didn’t wait—I ripped his shirt open, yanked his pants off, and tied his wrists to the headboard with my belt.
“You embarrassed me,” I whispered, lips grazing his ear. “Now I’m going to show you what real power looks like.” I teased him until he was moaning, pleading, straining against the restraints. Then I stopped. Completely. “You don’t deserve to cum yet,” I said, slipping on a strap and stroking it against his inner thigh. “But I do!”
I used him. Sat on his face, thighs tight around his head, grinding until I came hard