Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Naughty Ronnie finished his dinner. He even helped Mommy Anna with the dishes. She looked at him from the corner of her eye, making sure he put every bit of effort into washing, wiping and drying. When it was all said and done he said: ‘’Mommy, can I go outside and ride my bike?’’ ‘’Okay,’’ Mommy Anna said, but you’d better be in by 9 and sign in for your bed, or Mommy is going to lock the door.
Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208
Attending Vore parties is so exciting. One of my girlfriends has black market access to shrunken boys, and when the girls and I party, she orders them by the dozens. We pop boys like some sluts pop pills. Getting high on the feeling of crunching them between our teeth and swishing them around our mouths with our tongues.
We often get so hot devouring them that we end up making out with our little snacks between our lips. You know what happens after girls start kissing.
Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Miss Anna had enough of her noisy neighbor. He was always throwing parties, and making noise at all hours of the night. Miss Anna tried asking him nicely to stop, but he answered rudely, saying he would consider it if she sucked his cock. She simply stared at him without blinking or breathing as he laughed and walked away.
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
You know you wanna. You’re practically begging for it, craving to be dominated by my curvy, blonde bombshell body as I show you who’s boss.
I know all your dirty secrets. I see the way you look at me when you think I’m not paying attention – your eyes roaming over my voluptuous figure, lingering on my ample cleavage barely contained by my low-cut top. Your gaze trails down to the curves of my hips and the way my shorts hug my plump, juicy ass. You bite your lip, mind racing with all the deliciously filthy things you want to do to me. But deep down, you know it’s really the other way around.
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
I hope you’re feeling that delicious mixture of frustration and arousal, because I’ve got you locked up tight in that chastity cage, and I’m the only one who holds the key.
I know how much you crave release, how desperately you want to feel your cock throbbing and spurting as you reach the pinnacle of pleasure. But I’m the one who decides when – or even if – you get to experience that exquisite sensation.
Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Mommy Anna took her naughty boy over to visit family. On the drive there she warned him that better behave, use ALL the manners she taught him: please and thank you, don’t speak unless spoken to and ALWAYS ask for permission. The naughty boy recited every one of these things in the car as Mommy Anna looked at him in her rearview mirror. She looked at him with a smile, reassured.
Mila’s Anal Punishment 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 220
I have this one guy that comes and sets up with me all the time for anal punishment. He can’t seem to get enough of sweet little me making him scream about his asshole. Oh well! He asks for it! Last time he came to do a little call though, I had extra fun with him. You see, there was one thing I had never been able to do with him. Always had and excuse up his sleeve about it. But real anal punishment? That comes from one thing. Taking everything and anything I give you, and not complaining about it!
Alex 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 425
Deep in my core, I have a craving that cannot be quenched. Even when I live it out, I need more and more to attempt to satisfy my craving. Like an addict, I cannot let it go. As many of you already know, I have a thing for busting guys balls. Literally, although I do love being able to bitch to them about everything they are doing. But this, this is different. Teeth and nails sinking into the delicate skin around the pathetic packages so many men have, my chest warming with excitement as they take my punishment for their mistake of being male.
Robotic Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413
Completely naked, I crawled into the red room. Master’s den of sins. Not knowing what painful pleasures awaited me was as thrilling as it was nerve-wracking. Low strings of classical musting tickled through the speakers. I ached to look around for any clues of what today’s session would be but I knew better. My eyes stayed on the lush red carpet as I crawled to the center of the room and kneeled when I got there.
“Such a pretty little Doll.” Master’s voice caused me to shiver even though I wasn’t cold. “Let’s see just how widely we can stretch that tight little pussy open today, shall we?” He patted one of the sawhorses, and quickly, I crawled up over the padded benches. My knees were forced open by the position, and I laid my tummy and chest on the back of the furniture, so Master could cuff my ankles to the front feet. I’d be unable to stop any of his ministrations as he stretched me.
Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208
Kenny is a pain slut. He comes to me for pleasure punishments. It’s one of my favorite sessions because he never taps out. Kenny wants to take all of the pain I wish to deliver him. A truly beautiful Sadist/masochist relationship.
Today, he arrived and seemed more tense than usual. “What’s going on?” I asked him as he undressed, and I laid out the impact items. A paddle, a thick leather belt, a wide-backed hairbrush, and, of course, a cane.
“Just work, stress.” He ran his hand through his hair and eyes the toys. “I just really need this. Don’t be gentle?”