Category: roleplays

Kinky Kara 1-844-332-2639 ext 306

I loved being in charge. Being the boss gave me a sense of power like nothing before. I was the person who called all the shots. I told everyone what to do. Either they did as I said or they find another place to work. Normally, that is the way things worked at most companies. Typically, this is the way my office operated as well. That is, until this day. Today was different. I found myself working a little later than usual. I could tell most of the cubicles were empty, and 95 percent of my staff had gone for the day, except for my assistant. He usually came to offer his services one last time before heading out for the day. Today was not the same. Continue reading “Power Shift” →

Gabrielle 1-844-33-CANDY ext 469

It was time to treat myself to a spa day. I walked out in short jean shorts, a pink tank top and my summer sandals. My first stop was to get a facial, and then I went to get a mani-pedi. While I was in the nail salon, I was trying to pick my polish color. My color choice was on the bottom shelf and when I went to bend over to see it, one of my tits popped out of my shirt.

Nip Slip!

It would have been okay if it were just me in the store, or just other females, but when I looked up, the manager was staring right at me, and he was male. I was a bit embarrassed, but I figured we could turn this around. I sat in one of the nail salon’s chairs, leaning back, and I was ready for him to start groping at me. His name was Randy, and by the look of him, he was feeling pretty randy in that moment.

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Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Mistress Anna’s handsome, powerful boyfriend went on vacation… with his wife. This infuriated her with psychotic rage. But the more she thought of it, she began to laugh. Why should she stay at home, or wait for him? Why behave? When Daddy is away, anyone can play.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I stood in front of Mr. Henderson’s mahogany desk, clutching a stack of files like a shield. My crime? I had accidentally redirected the annual budget report to the entire company’s Slack channel instead of just the accounting department. “Amber,” Mr. Henderson said, as he adjusted his silk tie. His eyes were locked on mine. “Do you have any idea how bad this is? I’ve fired people for less!”

I winced. “I thought I was just sharing the link to the sign-in spreadsheet, sir. It was a slip of the touchpad…an honest mistake!” He leaned back, as his chair creaked ominously. “A slip. Right. You’ve been a liability lately, Amber. I should let you go.” My stomach did a slow, painful somersault. I had a car payment, an apartment, and an absolute inability to function in any other work environment. I needed to fix this. Fast.

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Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Mommy sent Ronnie to the bakery to get some parmesan before dinner. Unfortunately she was making some melazzane and brussel sprouts, and Ronnie wasn’t looking forward to it. No matter what Mommy Anna did, Ronnie could not enjoy either of those. She gave him some money to go to the store and told him to be back before dinner.

Continue reading “Spatchcock Spankalicious” →

Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

I sometimes scroll through the endless river of X influencers and meme‑lords and dip my finger into the darker current where the lonely, the desperate, the sub‑tethered souls cling to the glow of their screens. I’m not here for the likes. I’m here for the whispers that crawl under the door of my inbox.

Tonight a man named “Crumbling” posts a selfie of his gaunt face, half‑lit by a cheap LED strip, and captioned “Just another night feeling useless.” I smile and type “Pathetic. You are a toy that needs a master to give you purpose.” It’s a comment I’ve rehearsed a thousand times and lands where his ego is fragile enough to shatter. Oops!

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

The first meme I sent was a screenshot of a badly drawn superhero. “SIMP MAN” soaring over a city of unpaid bills, in a cape stitched with the word “beta.” “Enjoy your new alter ego, loser 🤡,” I typed. He messaged back instantly, “You’re so cruel.” My fingers hovered over the keypad, as I cackled. The more I called him the names he despised…“loser,” “beta,” “perv”…the faster his replies came in.

A notification pinged and I looked at my phone to find $150.00 transferred. Then another. And another. His account was draining like a faucet on full blast. The more I teased, the more he sent. “Thanks for the drink. Now, fuck off. There’s a hot guy over there…” was a risky one, but it sent him right over an edge, resulting in not only more cash in my pocket, but also a plea for me to stay. “Please, Amber…don’t go…”

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I stared at the glowing screen of my phone. “Are you ready to be my Mom tonight?” I typed back a simple “Yes,” and within seconds he confirmed his billing info. When the call finally connected, he introduced himself as Julian. I could hear the quiet tremor in his tone as he spoke about the day’s hardships, about feeling lost in the bustling city, and about how he needed a Mommy to hold his hand through the night. I responded with gentle affirmations.

As the conversation unfolded, we talked about the usual topics of ABDL fantasy calls. The soft, crinkling sound of fresh diapers, the delicate rustle of cozy blankets, and the way a simple lullaby could melt away the jagged edges of a stressful day. Julian’s voice grew softer, almost as if he were drifting into a dream, and he confessed that he had never played with a “Mommy” before.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

When I first saw Chrissy, she was perched on a cracked vinyl chair in a downtown laundromat. Just a thin silhouette hunched over her laundry basket, waiting for the dryer to cycle. The dim fluorescent lights flickered above her, casting a sickly glow that made her skin look sickly and almost translucent.

“Hey,” I said, sliding onto the bench opposite her. “Are you okay?” She lifted her head, looking sad. “I’m Chrissy,” she whispered. “I’m just tired of being the joke everyone laughs at.” I studied her for a moment. “Why do you think you’re a joke, babe?” She sighed, as if she had explained this at least a hundred times before. “I know I’m not the kind of girl anyone wants. I’m so tired of being the ugly neighborhood sissy who only gets hit on during last call…But if someone could make me beautiful, like a girl that rich and successful men actually want…I’ll do anything.”

Continue reading “Sissy Chrissy Gets a Makeover” →

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I had just left the coffee shop where I’d been nursing a latte, thinking about the cute guy I saw ordering coffee while I was there. He was in and out in a flash, but the scent of his cologne lingered just enough for me to daydream. I turned the corner onto Maple Avenue, my favorite shortcut, and there he was, leaning against the brick wall of the alley. It started to rain almost as soon as we made eye-contact.

I laughed in disbelief and he reached out, brushing a stray droplet of water from my cheek. The feeling of his fingertip on my face sent a delightful shiver down my spine. “You look like you belong in a movie,” he whispered. I answered with a cheeky “Only if you’re the director,” and we both giggled.

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