Category: sadomasochism

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.

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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.

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beating

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.”

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Alex 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 425

So many naughties like you just can’t wait to get a bite out of a bitch. But you know what? I don’t think that’s fair. If you know me, this comes as no surprise. Us ladies need to have a bite out of you too. This really came into the picture with me when I spoke to M. He was just like you, a normal guy. For the most part. You see, he had this fantasy. Maybe you’ll squeal away at the thought, but I don’t care. M was a CBT guy who needed just that extra push to really complete his little dreams.

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Extreme Pussy Stretching

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.

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Tessa 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 445

There are a few stances that Tessa comes into, where she feels liberated. On all fours is one of them. I still don’t know exactly what it is that makes me feel so good in this position, but I definitely don’t discourage from it. It might be the way it makes me feel, having my ass sticking out, all ready for something dirty to happen. Or it might be the way my head is ready for something to come sticking out and for me to put in my mouth. Regardless, I love this position.

Let’s be real here. We were at a party a few nights ago, and there was a wooden paddle I happened to see. You were walking around with it. The party was going off, and I decided to get on all fours and come into my own self expression, as I do sometimes. You happen to see me, and you weren’t sure of what to make of me and my pose. On the floor is not how most people tend to be. I may have missed that I was also walking around on all fours. I made it seem like this was a normal practice I did.

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Punishment

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?”

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You, Bitch!

Zesty Zoey 1844-332-2639 Ext 403 & Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2639 Ext 357

Zoey’s version of the story

Okay, I know you read her version first, but that doesn’t mean it’s the truth! Zoey and I are best friends! Sisters, lovers, etc, so you know when we fight, we fight as hard as we fuck. We were at a friend’s wedding as bridesmaids. Yup, dressed in the same sweet, pale yellow dresses that fell just below our knees with our hair tied up in the same little French twists. Really, we were fucking adorable. Until the reception.

After we walked in before the bride and groom and all the hoopla was finished, Zoey and I stood at the bar scanning the room. There… target numero uno! This dude wasn’t part of the wedding party; normally, we go for groomsmen just to keep things cliche, so I figured he was fair game. I took a step toward my next boyfriend, and Zoey grabbed my elbow, “I don’t think so, Bitch. I saw him first.” She sassed in her ‘I mean business,’ voice. As If.

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Heather~~~~1-844-332-2639 Ext. 450

Not to long ago I was shopping at the mall.  It had been a great day.  I had just made my last stop at a lingerie shop.  I’m standing there looking for my size in the sexiest teddy, and I hear, “Hello Heather” in the sexiest voice.  I thought to myself, “I know that voice”.  I turn around and instantly melt.  Standing there was my first DADDY!

I am instantly thrown back in time.  I think back to our first date.  We both knew that the other was into the lifestyle.  He was way more experienced.  I was new and inexperienced.  I had been teasing him previously telling him that he was going to have to take control, because I wasn’t going to give it to him easily.  He was going to have to take it.  We met for dinner and from the moment he walked in, he had this air of confidence about him.  His body oozed extreme control, and I knew I was in trouble!  The whole time I found myself subconsciously submitting to him in little ways.  He even ordered for me!  That’s something no one has ever done for me before!

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Induldge In Sadomasochism

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.

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