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Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Mommy Anna went to the hardware store to pick up some supplies. There she stumbled upon a gentleman who worked there and was sawing some wood for customers. It was then that she got a bright idea in her mind. She asked the man for prices on different types of wood and cuts, she tried to bargain with him by letting her bra strap fall to the side of her shoulder and even sat on a pile of expensive lumber, showing off her lace top stockings.

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Alex 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 425

Isn’t it a little funny how all these sissy boys who aren’t worth anything come crawling to me? They always ask if I can make them cry. And what kind of sissy trainer would I be if I wasn’t making them cry? Just another stupid question they always want to ask. You think a domme like me can’t put you in your place? Fucking stupid thought process going on in those little sissies heads. But that’s why they come to me anyway. So I suppose it is for the best. They need to be put in their place from the very beginning anyway. Or else they will never become the sissy they need to be.

Continue reading “Making Sissies Cry? That’s Not All.”

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XXOO Laylene 1-844-332-2639 ext 419 – OOXX Anna 1-844-332-2639 ext 203

But suddenly, Laylene grabbed a special surprise out from underneath the carriage bench. A pack of candles! Each was small like birthday candles, and each a different color, but they were all shaped like cocks! Bend over birthday girl! Said mommy Anna. Tami bent over with her frilly dress flopped over her behind and back, and as the crowd continued to sing and got to the part of ‘’are you one, are you two, are you three’’

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XXOO Laylene 1-844-332-2639 ext 419

You are definitely gonna need to catch up with part 1 first – so click here before you go on.

Anyway, where was I?  Yes, her cousin ripped and ripped and ripped her tiny, not yet developed cunt.  With his massive, fully developed cock. 

What were you hoping for, Hannah, I asked. 

Well, if it was going to hurt this much I just wanted him to love me. 

Again with love, but I went ahead and asked anyway.

And did it feel like love as he hurt you and ripped you?  Well, he told me he was the only one who could touch me, and that made me feel special. 

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My Little Assistant

Mama Felicity 1844-332-2693 Ext 270

I don’t know when life became so demanding, but lately, I have found myself needing an assistant more and more. Thankfully, this small science lab specializing in shrinking men emailed me and said one of my clients had successfully shrunk to three inches and was ready to go home with me.

I knew it was possible, but I didn’t think it would happen! What a blessing to be gifted my very own little assistant! Someone who could work silently at my desk while I take calls. No one would hear his little voice as I worked, and he could skip around my keyboard to juggle my appointments for me. Happily, I agreed and couldn’t wait for the team to bring him to the house.

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XXOO Laylene 1-844-332-2639 ext 419

You are definitely gonna need to catch up with part 1 first – so click here before you go on.

So the weeks and months went by as Mistress Laylene and her girls searched bars throughout the town. Luring in all the males that were left dazed by their sheer beauty. While hundreds were coming in, all being given the same treatment as Tom/ Tami. As Mistress Laylene drove from bar to bar, a shiver ran down her spine and her panties became damp. Wielding such powerful control over all pathetic loser males, attracted to her sheer beauty. She laughed wickedly as to how easily her plan was working, to decimate these small towns, of all males. Long ago Laylene had been done so wrong by males in her relationships that she had promised herself there would be revenge. The wrath of Laylene was in full motion, with no stopping it.

Continue reading “Mistress Laylene’s Academy Part 3”

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Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Far and deep into that cavity and began to CRANK it open, inch by inch, while Tami’s pussy was still getting fucked! Tami began doing filthy poopies, and they fell and spilled all over the change table and onto the floor making one filthy, naughty mess! Mommy then grabbed the dildo and pulled it out of Tami’s pussy and licked it and tasted it herself. Then she let Tami taste her own filthy juices before she shoved it back into Tami’s new pussy.

Continue reading “Sunday, Tami Easter Sunday! Pt. 3”

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Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Mommy Anna was on the phone with her lover. It was the only time she got to talk to him as Daddy was working late and she longed for these phone calls every week. She would talk to him and wrap her finger around the telephone cord as she smoked and signed and giggled. Most times in her bedroom. But it had become such a routine that she had gotten away with, she began to be completely and utterly brazen about it – going as far as talking to her lover on the kitchen phone while smoking at the kitchen table.

Continue reading “Naughty Ronnie’s at it again”

TS Alexus 844-332-2639 EXT 349

I’ve seen you watching me. You lurk over my Twitter, stock over my profile, always watching for new dick pictures or maybe a glimpse at my balls. Call it curiosity if you like, but I think we both know it’s more. You’ve always been into girls; no one has ever questioned that, but a tingle runs down your spine when you see me in the chatroom. Are you still straight?

You want me. It’s easy to tell you to want to be with me. Think of all the ways we could explore each other’s bodies. You fucking me, me fucking you. I don’t care how we do it, baby; I just want to get busy.

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I'm Watching You Loser

Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208

You sulk around as if you are invisible, but you aren’t. I’m fucking watching you, loser. Men like you think no one notices you as you gawk at pretty girls or, worse, take pictures of them. Creeper pictures that you’ll jerk off to later when you’re alone. Thinking about how close you got to her. If you could smell her, how you would never be with someone like her. You disgust me, and you definitely aren’t as unnoticed as you think. Continue reading “I’m Watching You Loser”