Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Ronnie began using the phone to call his friends and talk. He was in that ‘’stage’’. Every time he would pick up the phone, Mommy Anna would hear the ‘’click’’ and yell from upstairs for him to hang up. She would even wait to hear him whining from downstairs stating ‘’it isn’t fair!’’ and him slamming the phone shut before she would continue as she didn’t want him to hear her talking dirty to her lover… or worse, how they would find excuses for her to spank Ronnie.
Isabelle 1844-33-candy Ext 464
Detention is where I am right now, and where I belong. Seated in my plaid skirt, I was innocently minding my own business, white shirt loosely unbuttoned to tempt Mr.Black, a plan I’d hatched with the intention of provoking a reaction. Suddenly, I saw Mr.Black look up from his desk. His eyes reflect a hungerthat immediately tightens my thighs.
He knew I was a bad girl, and I was desperate for him to teach me a lesson I wouldn’t forget. “Isabelle,” he growled, standing up and walking over to lock the classroom door. ” You’ve been distracting the entire class with your attitude. It’s time you learned your lesson.”
Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453
I had no idea what I was in for that day with the pervy acupuncturist. From the moment I stepped foot into the little old house, I knew this was not the typical acupuncturist’s office. His receptionist/wife showed me to one of the treatment rooms. Laying in just a robe and panties under the warm blanket felt so good that I dozed off waiting for him. I was awakened by what sounded like a muffled moaning. But it stopped immediately. I wondered if it was dream or just my imagination. Then he walked through the door. He didn’t waste any time. He was serious and straight to the point. I told him that my main concern was lower back pain. He opened my robe and looked at my body. Then he laid them on my shoulders, closed his eyes, and grazed down my body. He immediately told me about a couple of other issues that I was having. And he was exactly right! At that point, I knew he was intuitive and knew what he was talking about. He had my trust.
Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453
I’ve had some pretty crazy experiences. But the appointment with the perverted acupuncturist was one of the craziest for sure. I have been to other acupuncturists in the past. So I thought I knew what to expect. But I would have never anticipated what happened. First, the office is a little old house. The little den is the waiting room. The kitchen is the receptionist’s area. The receptionist is the acupuncturist’s wife. There is a hall with three bedrooms that have been turned into treatment rooms. It was so cute and cozy. She showed me to a room and gave me a robe and a warm blanket. She told me that the acupuncturist would be in shortly. It was dark. The curtains were thick and blocked out most of the light. I took everything off except for my panties. Then I put the robe on and laid down on the bed. The warm blanket felt so good. I actually started to doze off. But I was awakened by a very muffled moaning. It was so quiet that I thought it was just my imagination. Finally the acupuncturist came in. He was very professional, serious, and straight to the point.
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.
Francie 1844-332-2369 xXx 208
Mmm, the title caught your attention. You’re curious to indulge, and that’s okay. It’s a little taboo and misunderstood, yet you can’t help much lust for pain. Don’t feel shamed by the ache inside of you; it’s basically Newton’s Third Law in motion. Fucking physics. You want to hurt… and I want to hurt you. I’m the action, and you’ll be my reaction.
It’s a beautiful partnership when a Sadist finds a masochist. A true masochist will desire to accept my pain even outside of the bedroom, so long as it brings me pleasure. Imagine yourself at the kitchen sink washing dishes after dinner when I slip up behind you. My arms wrap around you from behind, and my lips tease your ear. Of course, your cock stirs at my touch, but your nervous system instantly goes on alert. Just my predatory arms around you sends you into fight or flight, and it should because I’d reach over the sink and turn the faucet temperature all the way to the red.
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.
Lola 1844-332-2639 ext 242
I need to tell you about this messed up thing that happened the other day. While shopping for Christmas presents, this guy came up behind me and said, “you look like a girl who likes to be led.”
I glared, spun around in irritation and in my Dommiest voice I snapped, “Excuse me?” I was livid, some guys think that all women will follow all men. Not true! Telling me he wants to lead me is the opposite of a turn on. If you want my respect, you need to prove yourself.
I stuttered a bit when I took in the person in front of me, he was HOT. I toned down my voice a bit and we exchanged a few perfunctory introductions. As we chatted, I started to warm to him. There was no question the man was a Dom.
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
It’s funny that you think your miniscule prick could satisfy me. Look at it. So small and pathetic. You don’t even deserve to look at my pictures, let alone trying to make me cum. Your small penis deserves only ridicule and derision.
Try and make it hard for me. Will I even be able to tell? Doubt it. My thumb is more fulfilling than that scrawny excuse for a cock.
In fact, we shouldn’t even be calling it a cock. It’s a clitty. Your clitty is worthless unless it’s caged and even then you’re lucky that I even consider caging that silly thing.
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.”