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Dumb Little Butthole Slut

Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270

Once upon a time, Nicki was a cool boy. Popular with the ladies because of his charming smile and giant dick, but then he met Mama Felicity and made a stupid wish. “I want to be a humiliated, diapered, bimbo buttslut.” And like the phone sex genie I am...

I made all of Nicki’s wishes come true. Now, the blonde bimbo not only has a prescription for diapers (wearing 24/7 will ruin any control you think you have) but she pays her rent by slutting out her butthole for real men while she’s caged and denied any pleasure.

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449 

The heavy curtains of my bedroom balcony were drawn back just an inch, leaving a narrow vertical sliver of glass exposed to the cool night air. The amber lamplights cast a soft orange glow over the scene, and there he was.

The gardener was working late, clearing the tangled vines near the stone fountain. He had discarded his shirt hours ago, his shoulders and back glistening under the soft light. Every movement was deliberate, a hypnotic display of fluid strength as he moved through the shadows.

I stood in the darkness of my room, completely hidden, watching his every move. My breath hitched as he stopped, tilting his head back to wipe sweat from his forehead. The amber light caught the sharp angle of his jaw and the damp hair clinging to his neck. I knew I should look away, but the view held me captive.

Suddenly, he paused. He didn’t return to his work. Instead, his gaze shifted slowly across the courtyard, moving up the stone facade of the house until it landed directly on my window. My heart hammered in my chest. I froze, blending into the dark fabric of the curtains, certain the shadows protected…

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Marcus was a man whose net worth was etched into the nervous, hungry way he adjusted his cufflinks. He was waiting for me to validate him. He was waiting for me to tell him he was the powerful provider he desperately wanted to be.

Instead, I took a slow sip of my drink, while keeping my eyes locked on his. “You know, Marcus,” I said, “it’s pathetic how hard you’re trying. You think buying me this vintage bottle makes you a player, but it doesn’t. You’re just another beta, sweating under the lights, hoping a girl like me will finally give you a sense of purpose.”

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Sissy Summer Makeover

*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221

How many of you have been waiting months now to get your sissy summer makeover? You’re so over your boring winter hair and are ready for some summer fun, aren’t you.

Well then, why do you keep denying yourself of the pleasure of a sissy summer makeover? If you know that you were meant to be a sissy slut then why are you so scared? You need to just take a deep breath, get ready to finally accept who your true self is and do this with me.

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449 

The world looks entirely different when the canopy of an ancient oak forest barely reaches your knees. To the tiny creatures scurrying below, I am a force of nature; a living goddess carved from flesh and bone. They build their fragile, intricate little lives in the valleys of my footprints; and right now, I am feeling incredibly playful.

I stretch languidly, a slow, deliberate movement that sends a low rumble through the bedrock beneath me. The air up here is crisp and the sun warms my bare skin, casting long shadows across the landscape. Looking down, I spy a bustling little settlement nestled near the riverbank. From this height, their grandest architecture looks like a collection of delicate wooden toys, and the people are mere specks of frantic energy.

I kneel, a massive movement that creates a sudden, rushing wind down in the valley. The ground trembles as my knees settle into the soft earth, crushing a few symmetrical rows of their precious crops. I lean in closer, bringing my face down to their level, letting them feel the heat of my breath. A collective gasp seems to rise from the tiny crowd as my shadow swallows their town whole.

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Gabrielle 1-844-332-2639 ext 469

I have a secret for you boys out there. Not speaking for all girls out there, just myself, but I love when super strong alpha males wear my panties. There’s just something so sexy and irresistible about it. So, the experiment we are trying tonight, I’m going to seduce my hubby into wearing my lacey purple thong from earlier today and see what we can make him do in them.

I ran a bunch of errands and even went to spin class earlier today. When I got home, I stripped down and stepped into the shower to wash the stresses from the day away. Little did I know, my hubby was home and spying on me. While I was soaping up my drenched body, he stole the dirty panties off the floor, stripped off his own under garments and gently put my thong on.

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449 

The kitchen was entirely too hot. The air was thick with the rich aroma of roasting garlic and a wine reduction. A single bead of sweat traced a slow, agonizing path down the valley of my collarbone, trapped beneath the linen of my apron. I stood at the island rolling out pasta dough, my forearms aching from the effort. Then, a pair of hands slid around my waist.

I didn’t need to turn to know who it was. His chest pressed flush against my back, his body heat radiating through our thin clothing. He leaned over my shoulder; his breath a warm, spiced breeze against my neck that made my breath catch in my throat.

“You’re rushing the dough, dear,” he murmured, his voice was low against my ear.

Before I could reply, his flour-dusted hands covered mine on the rolling pin. He didn’t take over; instead, he guided my movements, forcing a slow and deliberate rhythm that felt entirely too intimate for a kitchen counter. With every forward lean, his hips pressed into mine, an explicit promise disguised as a culinary lesson.

“See?” he whispered, his lips grazing the sensitive skin just beneath my ear. “Patience makes everything sweeter.”

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

I curate a lifestyle for men who have forgotten how to be small. My roster is a collection of gray suits and tired eyes who come to my door seeking the relief of total surrender. They want to be hollowed out. They pay for the privilege of letting me hold the map to their sanity. But then there is Jonathan.

Jonathan is a paradox. He’s a high-stakes litigator by day, weaving verbal traps and shaping reality so it bends to his will. He treats our sessions like a debate, pushing back against my boundaries with a smug, calculated charm. Jonathan treats my authority as a collaborative suggestion rather than a divine law. Which, let’s be honest, is quite a stupid choice for such an intelligent man.

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449 

The heat of the late afternoon sun filtered through the thick canopy of the ancient forest, dappling the clearing in shades of gold and amber. I leaned against the trunk of a massive oak, trying to steady my breathing, but my pulse raced for a reason that had nothing to do with the summer heat.

A heavy, rhythmic thud echoed through the loam. He emerged from the shadows of the treeline, entrancing and majestic. Chiron stood before me, his human torso was lean and powerfully muscled, slick with a fine sheen of sweat; transitioning seamlessly into the sleek, powerful body of a golden-bay stallion.

“You’re late,” I murmured, my voice a little rougher than I intended.

Chiron walked slowly towards me, his hooves treading softly on the moss. He stopped just inches from me, his towering height casting a long shadow over my frame. He looked down, his dark eyes burning with an intense need.

“The herd required my attention,” he said, his deep, resonant voice vibrating right through my chest. “But you always have my focus.”

The sheer proximity of him was overwhelming. I reached out, my fingers trembling slightly as I pressed my palm against his warm…

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

The floor of my dungeon is cold, but Puppet doesn’t seem to notice. He hasn’t moved for twenty minutes, the poor thing. His knees are pressed firmly into the hardwood and his head is bowed so his chin brushes his chest. Here, he exists in that perfect, vacant space between my commands, like a human instrument waiting for the hand that plays him.

I lean back in my red velvet armchair and savor the view. To anyone else, he might be a man, but to me he is exactly what I named him. “Pussy-Free Puppet Plaything.” And he knows it. “Look up,” I say. My voice is low and doesn’t quite sound the way it does in my everyday life. Puppet obeys instantly. His eyes, usually clouded with the chaotic noise of his own thoughts, are now hollow, stripped of everything but the singular need to serve. He is nothing if not for my direction.

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