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Slutty Sissy

*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221

Everyone here knows that I can’t resist a slutty sissy. There’s just something so sweet and innocent about them at first, which means I get to bring out their wild side.

I can spot a real sissy from a mile away and last weekend was no exception. I first met “Nick” at a friend’s party. Now I call her Nicole. That’s because “he” was trying to pass as a guy but failing miserably. I sniffed out her sissiness instantly. Like I said, I know a real deal slutty sissy when I see one.

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

Putting out that ad and having Hugo respond has been one of the best things I’ve done with my free time of late.  Those long shifts at the brothel often leave Amber and I dripping wet messes.  There’s only so much that a washcloth can do for a girl.  So, after Amber and I chatted one day, I put an ad out for someone devoted and good with their tongue.  Enter Hugo, he eagerly answered the ad and we invited him for an interview.  As part of his interview, we asked him to demonstrate his tongue talents.  After he showed us how thorough he can be, we gave him the job as our cleanup boy.

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2639 Ext 357

Ever since she could remember, Kayla dreamed of meeting her very own Prince Charming. The kind of knight in shining armor that would scare away her demons and hold her tight the whole night through. She imagined what it would be like to be the LADY OF THE HOUSE and his little wifey. In a big castle where she would cook and clean and be an OBEDIENT WIFE.

However, in all of her dreams, she didn’t imagine the thick cuff locked around her ankle that kept her chained inside her fake little house. For it wasn’t a home she ended up in, but a prison, and that Prince Charming she’d always longed for? Instead, he was MONSTER like she’d never known could be possible.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I’d been called to the “fun house” on the edge of town to investigate what sounded like a paranormal situation. When I pushed open the creaky door, the smell hit me hard. It was a musty mix of wet carpet and baby powder. Weird combo, I thought. My eyes adjusted to the dim glow of a blinking Game Boy Color screen and there it was. A creature slinking in the corner. Its face was a smudge of a shadow and it had many (too many) teeth.

“Well,” I said, aloud, patting my hip where my “Mama Kit” (a custom duffel bag with a sippy cup, pacifier, and a vintage rattle) hung, “you’re not what I expected.” It hissed. I giggled. “Oh, you’re spicy. I like that.” Drawing on years of experience comforting mommy’s boys and toys, I waddled closer, patting the floor. “Here, let’s sit down like grown-ups.” I sat, crossing my legs. The creature paused, with its too-long fingers twitching. Casually, I pulled out the rattle and clicked it. “I bring treats,” I added, unzipping the duffel to reveal a stash of glow-in-the-dark lollipops (for emergencies).

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

A message pings on my screen. “Hi, I’m Tim. I’ve never done this before. Can I pay you to tell me what to do?” His profile was bland. Just a blurry photo of a shaggy-haired man in a wrinkled shirt. Beta. The kind who needs a leash. Perfect. Findom is a game of hunger and humiliation, and I play it well.

He arrives at my door, nervous, clutching a duffel bag like a shield. “I-I just wanted to help,” he stammers, handing me a thick envelope of cash. I smirk. “Strip,” I order. He hesitates for a moment, then peels off his clothes layer by layer, revealing a wiry frame.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

The rain hammered against the pavement as Zoey and I huddled under the awning of the laundromat, with our work panties clinging to our skin. Twelve-hour shifts at the brothel left us reeking of sweat and cum, and our pussies were chafed raw. “Remember the ad we posted?” Zoey whispered, her breath fogging in the cold. “Seeking detail-oriented individual for personal cleaning duties. Must be hygienic, patient, and open-minded.”

Hugo answered within the hour. He arrived in a hoodie two sizes too big with eyes the color of storm clouds. “You wanted someone for cleaning services?” he’d asked, staring at our soiled panties. We’d nodded, leading him to the laundromat’s back room. It was nohing more than a narrow closet with a rusted sink. “It’s a ritual,” I said, stripping out of my panties. “We need someone clean to do it.” His hesitation lasted three seconds. “I’m good with details,” he mumbled.

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

It’s time for me to make my New Year’s resolution!  This year I resolve to be less of a slut.  I had about 670 sexual encounters last year.  I’m so ashamed of myself.  I promise that I’ll be pure and platonic this year.  No more fucking behind the stairs at the bar.  I resolve to refrain from fucking strangers in the back seat of my car.  I’ll be squeaky clean and well behaved for 2026.

Oh, who am I kidding?!?  You know I’m fucking with you.  My REAL resolution for 2026 is to be an even BIGGER slut than I managed to be in 2025!

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

My journey into findom began innocently enough. I was posting cryptic Instagram captions about “liquid assets” and “monetizing my worth,” when a guy slid into my DMs asking if I’d ever considered “roleplaying a trust fund beneficiary.” Little did he know, I was all about roleplaying!

The first time I hosted a findom session for a man I’ll call Kevin (not his real name, though honestly, I’m sure someone named Kevin will read this and think it is him), I wore a tie I’d bought for $12 at a thrift store and demanded he pay “pay the lady” up front, as is customary in this profession.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

I smooth my black corset, the red lace trim catching the dim light. Tonight is New Year’s Eve, but there’ll be no drinks for me. The only thing on my menu tonight is the sound of surrender. Liam arrives at 11:59pm. His breath fogs in the cold air as he knocks. I let him in. He wears the plain gray shirt I told him to wear. No collar yet. Not tonight. Not until the clock breaks.

My room is a cathedral of shadows. Candles flicker on the floor. Their wax pools underneath them like dark hearts. The air smells of fear. Liam’s favorite song plays on loop. Clair de Lune, the keys falling like rain. I watch him shiver. He knows what to do. “You know the rules,” I say. My voice is soft. He nods as I tie his hands behind his back with the red ribbon I saved for this night. My favorite color. It matches the little scars on his wrists from last year’s celebration.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

They sit on the floor. Backs straight, eyes down. The room is dim. My heels click once as I cross my legs. I wear black silk, with gloves up to my elbows. Hair slicked back. I do not smile. They do not speak unless I say.

Jean trembles. I see it in his hands, folded in his lap. Luc breathes too loud. They wait for me. But I am not in a hurry. We have all night. I open a small box. Inside, there is a silver toy. Jean lifts his eyes just a little. I snap my fingers.

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