Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244
‘Tis the season of giving, and Mama’s gone gift you your very first bra. As someone who’s always had a voluptuous upper half, I’m no stranger to being fit for breast support. I’ve learned a lot, and now it’s time I pass on this knowledge by wrapping you in a lace-trimmed, satin bra of your own!
Robotic Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413
I get a lot of deliveries this time of year. I’m home all day, and Amazon just makes it so easy with one-click buying that I’ve been spoiling myself with my Master’s account. All of his billing details are already saved in the account anyway. Every day has been like Christmas, and I’ve noticed the last four days, the same sexy delivery driver has been the one dropping my packages off by the front door.
Drivers work hard, especially this time of year. I thought it would be extra kind of me if I saw him pull in the drive; I skipped out in my pretty lingerie and thanked him. Personally.
TS Alexus 844-332-2639 EXT 349
You kept asking her for a threesome. She said she wasn’t comfortable, but you don’t care about her feelings. You only want to satisfy your burning lust. So, being the thoughtful Princess that she is, your girl invited me over for that threesome you’d been aching for.
I bet you didn’t realize I’d be making you my cock sleeve puppet.
Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
Amber craved the thrill of power play and the ecstasy of submission. And tonight, she was going to experience it all with Jackson, a dominant man who had a reputation for being demanding – yet generous – in the bedroom. As soon as Jackson arrived, he took charge. “Get undressed, Amber. I want to see you naked,” he commanded, his voice firm and authoritative. Amber obeyed, stripping off her clothes and standing before him in all her glory. Jackson’s eyes roamed over her body, taking in every inch of her curves.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” he murmured, tracing a finger along her collarbone. A shiver ran down Amber’s spine as he took control. Jackson led her to the bed and instructed her to kneel on all fours. He then produced a set of handcuffs and fastened them around her wrists, securing her to the bedposts. Amber’s heart raced as she felt the cold metal against her skin. She was completely at Jackson’s mercy, and she loved it. He ran his hands over her body, teasing her nipples and tracing a path down to her wet pussy. “You’re soaked,” Jackson growled, sliding a finger inside her. Amber moaned, her body trembling with
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
My third session with Dr. Jenson started off like any other. I laid myself bare, opening up about my deepest insecurities and anxieties. He listened intently, jotting down notes and offering words of comfort as any good therapist would. But then something shifted. His eyes lingered on my body just a bit too long as I spoke about my troubled past.
I felt vulnerable, my guard down in that moment. I know now that he sensed this, saw an opportunity to exploit my fragility. “Let me help you feel better,” he purred, setting aside his notepad to turn in his chair towards me. His hand slid up my bare thigh and I froze.
1844-33-CANDY EXT 423
I lean back on my velvet couch, the red fabric matching the crimson of my painted lips. My stilettos were kicked off somewhere, leaving only my long legs exposed in their black silk stockings. I tapped a manicured finger against my thigh, my wedding ring flashing in the light of my modern apartment.
“Come here, boy,” I ordered, my voice dripping with authority. “I’ve got a task for you.”
You hesitated, your hands clenched at your sides. “I’m not a boy,” you protested, your voice rough and masculine. You puffed out your chest, trying to appear more dominant than you felt. Continue reading “Just Suck My Cock”
Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
After my encounter with the mystery blue eyed undercover Domme I went to the club every weekend hoping to see him and get a chance for my payback. Every weekend I was disappointed… about 6 months after I was working on a pretty little petite female that I was about to dominate. As I was getting ready to take her to my home to do my usual whipping, beating and teasing routine the bartender approached us. “Here are two shots of Tequila courtesy of the gentleman at the end of the bar.”
Mercedes 1844-33-CANDY Ext. 423
After a fun afternoon of hanging out with my girlfriends, I return home, finding the house still a fucking mess. I had given you the task to tidy up our apartment while I was gone for a few hours. I should have known that you weren’t capable of following orders too well.
You are sitting in our living room, eyes widened with anxiety, knowing you have failed your task of completely tidying or living space. At this point, you know what’s to come… After I complain about what you haven’t done, I send you to our bedroom to put on the lingerie I had you buy for when you disobey me. “Go to the room and get changed. Come back into the living room when you’re done, you useless scum.”
“Yes, Goddess.”
Sawyer 1-844-33-CANDY ext 455
I volunteer at the retirement home now and then. Call me a good person but honestly, I have a thing for old men.
As I walked down the hallway, I could hear the groans and moans of the old men around me. These old fucks can’t even get it up anymore, should I stop being such a tease?
I finally made it to my usual dudes room, knocking on the door before letting myself in.
“Hey, old man” I said, giving him a kiss on the cheek.
“Hey, young lady” he said, looking up at me. “How was your day?”
“It was fine,” I said, sitting down on his lap. “But I’m glad to be here with you.”
He smiled, putting his arm around me. “Me too, young lady. Me too.”
I couldn’t help but notice the bulge in his pants. I raised an eyebrow, looking at him. “Is that a–”
Alex 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 425
Isn’t it funny to see boys out on the street not even bothering to gawk at the ladies walking by? Men don’t even live up to their expectations anymore, even the bad expectations. Wild to me, if you want my opinion. I really have two theories on this new phenomenon of men being spineless sexless twigs. First theory is that they’re fags. Obviously. Seems to be the one that comes to mind first for most people. The second theory, however, is that they know they are inferior. Finally, after all this time they have figured it out! They seem to have finally caught up to us.