*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221
If you can’t even make me cum why do you think I would be faithful to you? All you deserve is a cheating wife due to your subpar performance in bed.
Don’t sit there and pretend to be surprised that I’m cheating on you. When’s the last time you made me cum? It’s OK, I’ll wait while you try to figure it out but we both know it might take a while. You can’t make me cum. Period. So I had to find someone who could.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
I paced the hall outside his office, listening to the steady, calm tone of his voice as he presented the client with a solution to whatever techy problem they were having. Not understanding anything he was saying was such a turn on. Hearing him speak his geeky language had my thighs rubbing together. The soft brush of nylon between them only made me wetter. There was no way I could wait any longer. Carefully, or more accurately, quietly, I pushed on the cracked door to his home office.
He was so in the zone of problem-solving that he either didn’t hear me or didn’t bother to look over at the distractions. My heels were silent on his lush carpet. The only sign of his acknowledging my presence was his soft inhale as my hand rubbed from his right shoulder down to his left pec. I pressed myself to his back and let my lips brush over the skin of his neck. I smiled when I saw the slight rise of gooseflesh in the wake of my mouth.
Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Mommy Anna took her naughty boy over to visit family. On the drive there she warned him that better behave, use ALL the manners she taught him: please and thank you, don’t speak unless spoken to and ALWAYS ask for permission. The naughty boy recited every one of these things in the car as Mommy Anna looked at him in her rearview mirror. She looked at him with a smile, reassured.
Trans Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349
For as long as I can remember, I wanted to be a mom. It’s an insane desire I know I’ll never be able to fulfill, but that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t practice and pretend. I love the whole idea of planning a family. Imagine that we are so in love, all you can think about is fucking a baby into me. How every time I walk by, your balls pulse with the desire to flood my womb with your life-giving seed.
Breed me, Baby. Make my fantasies come true.
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
My sissy has been a naughty girl. He failed to complete his feminization tasks on time and tried to rush through them. Tsk tsk. Such a shame he couldn’t be a good slutty girl for me. Now, he must be strictly punished.
I’ve had this chastity device that was just begging to meet my sissy’s useless cock. It’s a snug stainless steel cage that will lock his pathetic prick up tight. No more cumming for him! He won’t feel a twinge of pleasure until I allow it. And given his recent misbehavior, that could be a long time coming.
I cuffed his wrists and bent him over my knee. “Count out loud sissy,” I demanded as I spanked his bouncy ass. “Count how bad a boy you’ve been!” The cage was attached as he wiggled and whimpered. “No cumming for you, you bad girl! Only Mistress Diana gets to decide when this useless thing comes out.” I gave him one last hard spank that made him yelp. Continue reading “Bad Sissy!”
Robotic Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413
Awe, it makes me so sad when I see a sissy like you in denial. You’re so cock addicted! It’s time you just admit it! I’d bet you’ve lost count of how many times you’ve tried to quit craving cock. I’m sure you’ve wasted hundreds of dollars in sissy gear just to purge it on a guilty whim.
How many more times must we go through this same old song and dance before you realize a cock addicted sissy is who you truly are inside!
Julie 1844-332-2639 Ext 453
Derek discussed a lot of his fantasies during our last session. One of them was a foot job. He said he’s really into feet and heels. So I’m going to surprise him during our session today. He sits down on the couch. We begin discussing how his week has gone. He admits that he’s very sexually frustrated. He tried everything to get his wife in the mood this week. He covered all of her love languages. He sent her for a spa day while he stayed home and cleaned the house. He even made her favorite meal for dinner. But she still didn’t want anything to do with him sexually. I told him that I would be happy to have a session with her or the two of them together. We could discuss ways to increase her sex drive.
I notice that he can’t keep his eyes off my feet. I purposely wore some cute heels. And I gave myself a pedicure last night. I put my legs across his lap. He began to caress my feet. He takes my heels off and then starts massaging my feet. I feel and see how hard he is.
Rachel 1844-332-2639 Ext 457
I have a toy obsession. I can’t stop shopping for new toys. So the other day I stopped at a toy store to see what I might find. As I looked around at the of the stimulating toys, I started getting so aroused. Then I needed to tinkle really bad. Trying to figure out where the restrooms were, I started wandering down a dark hall. I saw a door ajar and thought it was the restroom. As I approached it, I heard something. Then I saw movement. I couldn’t stop myself from wanting to look inside. So I did. And I saw a guy stroking his cock while he was watching a porno. He was so into what he was doing that he didn’t see me standing there. I wanted to walk away and give him privacy. But I was getting so wet and turned on by watching him. I just couldn’t help myself, so I stayed and watched. He started cupping his balls and fingering his asshole. This made him so hard. So I reached down into my panties and found my hard clit and wet pussy. Played with myself while I watched him.
Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228
This is the last time I better catch you going into my panty drawer! I knew someone was sneaking into my room, sniffing and them shooting loads in my dirty panties. But I had no idea it was you.
Now that I’ve caught you in my panty drawer there’s no denying it on your part. Especially since I took pictures of you sniffing them when you weren’t looking. I wonder who I should send them to…?
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2639 x 357
In his hidden room, I lay naked on a dirty, sweat-stained mattress. I don’t know where he is or who he might be with, but I do know that he’ll be back. He always comes back for me. How long I’ve been here, I couldn’t say. Hours turned to days, and days felt as though they had passed into months. No one will find me here in his hidden room.
The bruises from when he took me no longer grace my skin but instead are replaced with the chaffing from the cuffs that keep me chained just A few feet from my mattress. I know it pleases him that I no longer cry at the sight of him. Instead, I can usually hold my tears in now until he gets too rough.