☏ Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203 ☏☏☏ Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403 ☏
Mommy Anna began to indulge in therapy to prevent her from spanking naughty Ronnie and his cute little sister Zoey. The therapist suggested that every time Anna was overcome with the urge to spank Ronnie & Zoey, that she should crack some nuts. So Mommy Anna ventured out and bought pounds of walnuts, and a cracker to be able to practice this.
Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
They all want the same thing: to shed the heavy cloak of their ingrained manliness and embrace the exquisite lightness of a prissy sissy. To them, I am Mistress Amber, and that title is the first lesson. They come to me, not as men, but as puzzles. Rough, unrefined lumps of masculine expectation, yearning for the delicate touch of my chisel.
My studio is a sanctuary of silks and satins, of soft lighting and the sweet, cloying scent of powders and perfumes. It’s where I perform my artistry. I don’t just dress them in lace and satin, though that is a crucial step. The goal is to ultimately reshape them, from the inside out. Their posture, once broad and assertive, must become pliant, shoulders gently sloped, hands clasped demurely. Their voices, those booming declarations of male ego, must soften, rise, become breathy and almost apologetic.
Mistress Janine 1-844-332-2639 ext 462
I stroked my finger down my cuckold husband’s cheek and chin. He shivered as I leaned closer so only he could hear me. “You’re going to be a good boy. Sit in that chair and watch me get fucked.” I whispered. He smiled in reply and leaned back in the chair. I reached down and pulled his boxers down tucking them under his balls. His cock already erect and dripping before I reached down and gave it five strokes. “I deserve that giant cock over there. Now beg him to fuck me,” I told him. He looked right over at my entertainment for the evening. “Please, sir. Fuck my wife the way she deserves,” he pleaded obediently.
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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
Oh pet, I hope you are ready to lick them! I sashayed into the room, my slender legs and stiletto heels drawing the gaze of all who dared to look. I reached up to smooth a stray lock of blonde hair behind my ear, a coy smile playing on my lips as I eyed the trembling figure on the floor, prostrate before me like the lowly worm he was.
“Stand up, my pet,” I commanded, my voice dripping with disdain. “You have a task to complete, one befitting your station.”
As he rose on shaky legs, I began to walk in small circles, making sure to drag my heels across the plush carpet, leaving a trail of dust and potential filth in my wake. I could sense his eyes, wide with a mix of fear and longing, fixed upon the soles of my feet, now coated in the dirt of the room.
Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322
My little boudoir, tucked away in the shadows of the Neo-Quebecois arcologies, is more of an intergalactic pit stop than a massage parlour. Earthlings? Pah! They are so predictable. Most prefer vanilla sex, some maybe throw in an interesting fetish or two every so often. But the extra-terrestrials? Give me a multi-limbed sentient cloud anytime. They know how to live!
It wasn’t always like this, of course. Back on old Earth, it was all just…well, skinflute city. I can’t count how many boring blowjobs I’ve dolled out over the years. Then the galactic gates opened, the tourists arrived, and suddenly, there was a whole new world of anatomy to explore. And let me tell you, when a Tralfamadorian senator offers triple credits just to have you gently hum while they regenerate their epidermal layer, you don’t say no. Especially when their epidermal layer looks like a shimmering, bioluminescent silk cocoon. It’s surprisingly peaceful, a bit like watching a very slow, very expensive lava lamp.
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*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221
So, tell me, are you going to be my sweet, innocent ABDL or my kinky ABDL? I have a feeling that you’re definitely the latter.
I’ve told you before that some of my kinky ABDL babies take their diapers off and put big things into their little bums. Are you a naughty baby like that too? A baby who loves seeing how much he can fit inside his little ass?
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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403
Come to me, dirty little boy. Now come closer to mommy’s sweet and perfect ass. Let me hear you beg mommy for permission to lick it. Tell mommy how badly you want to slip your little dirty boy tongue in between mommy’s perfect cheeks and taste mommy’s tangy little ass hole. Don’t worry little one. Mommy will tell you just how good it feels. Listen when I tell you to go deeper and harder with your filthy little tongue.
Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
I walk into the kitchen, where you’re making lunch. Watching you, I can see the sweat on your back, the way your shirt clings to your skin. I walk up behind you, pressing my body against yours. “You know, I’ve been thinking about you all day, Paulie,” I announce. “The way your muscles flex as you move around the house, the way your jeans hug your ass. I’ve been wanting to fuck you for years, thinking about how good it would feel to have you inside me.”
You turn around, a smirk on your face. “Is that so?” you ask, your hands finding my hips. “And what makes you think I want to fuck you, Amber?” I grin, my hands moving to your chest. “Because I know you do,” I say, my fingers tracing the lines of your muscles. “I know you’ve been wanting to fuck me for years, just like I’ve been wanting to fuck you.”
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
I stand before him, heart pounding, my gaze transfixed by the monstrous cock in front of me. It’s like a long, veiny python, throbbing with an ominous power. This is it, I think, the moment I’ve fantasized about for months. Is it paranoia or reality that makes me fear this gargantuan member won’t fit inside my tight, pink pussy? Only one way to find out, huh?
With trembling hands, I reach up and wrap my fingers around his thick shaft. It’s hot to the touch, pulsing with anticipation. I give a little squeeze, marveling at the iron-hardness beneath my grip. My mind races, curious as to how will I even begin to accommodate this beast?
Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Auntie Anna was baby sitting her naughty nephew. He thought that she wasn’t aware of his panty fetish, but she knew all along. Every time she’d go in the shower, he would proceed to raid her closet and steal at least one pair. Miss Anna’s carpet was so clean and perfectly vaccumed that she always noticed his footprints in the carpet pattern after he left. This time she had had enough.