Out Of Order

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.”

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Cory

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

Mr. Harrison, a client I’d only heard whispers about, watched me with an unnerving intensity. He was older, distinguished, with eyes that held a mixture of boredom and simmering amusement. This was my first session with him, and already, I felt like I’d stepped into a different dimension.

“Honey,” he’d instructed, his voice a low rumble. “Something undeniably, gloriously sticky.” My pantry offered few options at that hour. I grabbed the honey, the golden liquid thick and viscous in the bottle. Its sweetness suddenly felt cloying, almost threatening. The air in the room crackled with anticipation. Another woman, Julie, stood across from me, her face a mask of professional detachment. “Mr. Harrison has a challenge for you, Julie,” he announced, his gaze shifting between us.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

The chime of the church door seemed to echo the conflict within me. Sister Agatha’s words about resisting temptation, about the sanctity of marriage, still hung in the air as I stepped out into the cool night. My women’s group was a haven, a weekly affirmation of my faith and my commitment to Thomas.

Then I saw him. He was emerging from the pub across the street, laughter spilling out around him and his friends. He was a silhouette at first, broad shoulders and a confident stride. But as he turned, the streetlight caught his face – sharp jawline, eyes that crinkled at the corners even when he wasn’t smiling, and a shock of unruly dark hair. He was magnificent. And he was looking directly at me.

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

I was used in the back of the limo. He told me not to wear panties to the gala. I obeyed. All night, I played the part—smiling, sipping champagne, talking politics—while he kept one hand on my lower back and whispered what he was going to do to me. I couldn’t resist but I kept my composure. I was not going to break character.

Everyone watched us like we were royalty. No one knew how filthy I was underneath that gown. When the driver opened the back door of the limo, I slid in first. My dress rose up to my hips. He didn’t wait. He followed, shut the divider, and dragged me onto his lap like I was nothing but his toy. “I’ve been patient all night,” he growled. “Now open your mouth.” He unzipped himself. I dropped to the floor. The driver was still up front. The thrill? Insane.

He used me fast and rough, gripping my hair, face-fucking me while the city lights flickered past. Then he pulled me up, bent me over the seat, and shoved into me from behind, one hand choking me, the other pressing my face to the window. People Continue reading “Used in the Back of the Limo”

Uh oh- Guess What I Found

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?!

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

Three mouths. Six hands. One night I will never forget. I’d fantasized about it before—more than one man, all eyes on me, all hands on me. But fantasies never prepared me for the real thing. It started with a game. A private party, low lights, drinks flowing, and tension so thick I could taste it. Two of them—tall, muscular, eyes full of hunger. Friends. Teammates. Alphas. And they both wanted me.

I didn’t pick. Didn’t have to. So I looked at both of them, crossed my legs slowly, and whispered, “If you want me, come take me.” And just like that, the night changed. We didn’t make it to the bedroom. They pinned me against the living room wall like I was their shared secret. One kissed me deep and rough while the other dropped to his knees, tugging my panties down and spreading me open with his tongue.

My knees buckled. I moaned into the kiss, one hand tangled in hair, the other gripping shoulders. Every inch of my body was touched hands sliding over my breasts, mouths worshiping every curve. When they carried me to the couch, I was dripping. Begging.

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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.”

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

The way he begs for me is better than any orgasm. It starts with a look. That hungry, needy stare he gets when I walk into the room wearing nothing but a robe and a smirk. He’s already hard before I even speak. I love that about him—how my presence alone is enough to make him squirm.

“Sit,” I say, and he obeys immediately, settling on the edge of the bed with wide eyes and parted lips.I step in front of him, slowly opening my robe. He inhales sharply, gaze locked on my bare skin, hands clenched at his sides like he’s afraid to touch. He knows better. I haven’t given him permission.

“You want it, don’t you?” I ask, teasing my nipples with my fingers, dragging one hand down my stomach. “Yes,” he breathes. “Please.”  That’s my favorite part. Not the touching. Not even the orgasm. It’s the begging. I live for that whimper in his voice, the tremble in his thighs as he pleads. When he’s on his knees, tongue out, eyes wide and desperate—there’s nothing sexier.

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

I didn’t think I had any kinks…until he brought them all out of me. When we first got together, I thought I was pretty vanilla. Sex was good—but it was routine. Safe. Then he started testing boundaries. It began with a blindfold. Then ropes. Then something called a Wartenberg wheel that made me shiver in ways I didn’t know were possible.

“You’re more open than you think,” he whispered, tracing the cool metal over my nipples. He was right. Because once I gave in, I couldn’t stop. We explored everything. Wax dripped onto my thighs while I was gagged and tied to the bed, vibrating toys pressed to my soaked clit until I was begging. He had me try on latex. Fishnets. Collars. At first, I laughed. But then I looked in the mirror—makeup smudged, skin flushed, legs spread wide—and I didn’t recognize the woman staring back. I saw someone wild. Free. And dripping with filth.

We experimented with impact play. Feet. Roleplay. Choking. Public teasing. I started texting him during work, asking what toy to wear under my clothes. One night, he whispered, “Try the plug tonight. I want you warm and stretched before I get home.” Continue reading “I Didn’t Think I Had Any Kinks…Until….”

Tami

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Mommy Anna and Mommy Amber were up to some mischief this morning! It’s not every day you get to celebrate a birthday, right? The mommies went shopping beforehand to make sure they had everything they needed to celebrate their special birthday girl, none other than the biggest Candy slut of all, Sissy Baby Tami! Tami, sweet little Tami, she’s always such a good sport when it comes to the mommies’ surprises. And even if she doesn’t LOVE the ideas at first, once her mommies stuff her holes and tell her she’s a good little sissy, she will do anything they say.

The first order of business this morning was changing Tami’s diaper, which is always a bit of a production. Mommy Anna and Mommy Amber are meticulous about keeping their little sissy clean and fresh and, as soon as they got Tami into her naughty nursery, they wasted no time getting down to business. They had a surprise in store for their little sissy whore, and they weren’t about to let her wriggle out of it! They held her down (gently, of course) and, instead of stuffing Tami full of birthday cake, they proceeded to stuff her full of suppositories!

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