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Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Mistress Anna put out an ad: Calling all submissive sluts. She needed to find a new Sissy to whore out and train for her own selfish, deviant, sexual purposes. Many came, lined up and interviewed, but she managed to narrow it down to a single one: He was extremely horny, very submissive, and in dire need of training.

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Small Dick Boy

Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228

Even a teen like me knows a small dick boy when I see one. And when you pull your pants down and take out that tiny “dick” I know even before I touch it that I don’t want it. But let’s be honest here, your tiny dick isn’t big enough to please anyone sexually.

Don’t try to play dumb and tell me you’re a real man. You’ve been a small dick boy ever since puberty and you always will be. It’s going to be so much fun to humiliate you for what’s lacking between your legs. I don’t know how much fun it will be for you at first. But once you realize that’s the only attention, you’re going to get from me, I think you’ll learn to enjoy it.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

You might expect a French girl like me to be utterly obsessed with haute couture, fine beverages, or perhaps skiing at Mont Tremblant dans l’hiver. And yes, I appreciate a good Pinot Noir and a perfectly tailored jacket as much as the next Quebecquoise girl. But my true passion, my deepest, most fulfilling joie de vivre, lies in a rather unconventional area of human anatomy. Specifically, I’m talking about the magnificent and surprisingly expressive region known as the male butthole.

There’s a certain thrill in watching a man slowly melt into a puddle of delightful vulnerability. The initial surprise, the widening of eyes, the subtle shift in their posture – it’s all part of the butthole exploration dance. They rarely see it coming; my innocent, wide-eyed French charm is an excellent camouflage, masking the mischievous intent bubbling just beneath my surface. It’s like presenting them with a delicate macaron, only to reveal it’s filled with a tiny, exquisitely potent jalapeño. Magnifique!

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pantyhose fetish

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I leaned against the wall, crossing my legs seductively. “You like what you see, Mike?” I asked, running my hand up my thigh. His eyes followed my every movement, and I could see his dick straining against his pants. “OH…MY…GOD…YES,” he breathed, taking a step closer. I smiled, standing up and walking towards him. “Well, you’re in luck. I have a special surprise for you today.” I reached into my bag and pulled out a pair of fresh, unopened pantyhose. His eyes widened, and I could see his dick twitch in anticipation.

“Do you want to see me put them on?” I asked, holding up the delicate fabric. He nodded eagerly, and I slowly began to slide the pantyhose up my legs, taking my time to make sure every inch of skin was covered. Once I had them on, I turned around and bent over, giving Mike a full view of my ass. I could hear him groan behind me, and I knew he was aching to touch me. But I wasn’t done teasing him yet.

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Bag A' Boys

Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208

Recently, I’ve turned my shrink ray into a travel-size mister! It looks like a little taser only instead of shocking some innocent sod, when a boy is hit with my mister, he inhales a shrinking mist. It works instantly! I have to be careful where I find the boys I intend to add to my little bag a’ boys, but once I set my eyes on a target, it’s over for him!

I like to swing by the local fancy hotel. People travel from far and wide to do business here, and so many people seem to go missing on business trips, so it’s the best spot to find my next victim. That’s where I found Anthony!

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Stephanie 844-332-2639 Ext 454

J had me pressed with my back against the brick wall. Neither one of us were familiar with the area. This added anxiety for me and curiosity for him. He leaned in, moving himself up close against me. Feeling his cock, erect, I was extremely turned on. He had been edging me the night before leaving me hungry for his cock, wanting more of anything he was willing to give. My lace panties moist from his constant teasing.

While pressed against me, his ginger beard tickling my forehead he reached down and took my hand in his. Looking down at me his eyes were full of excitement and he gave me a sweet smile. I smiled back but I was unable to keep eye contact. My eyes started to wander about.

“You look scared.” he said laughing. “You’re just making me want it more.” I glanced around, I didn’t see a soul. “Stop it, stop checking for people.” I laughed at myself for being so paranoid that someone might see. “Ok I’m sorry” I slurred. He lowered his shorts exposing his erect cock. “I don’t want you focused on anything but my cock.”

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Sissy Summer Makeover

*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221

How many of you have been waiting months now to get your sissy summer makeover? You’re so over your boring winter hair and are ready for some summer fun, aren’t you.

Well then, why do you keep denying yourself of the pleasure of a sissy summer makeover? If you know that you were meant to be a sissy slut then why are you so scared? You need to just take a deep breath, get ready to finally accept who your true self is and do this with me.

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ruined orgasm

1-844-332-2639 ext 404

“Ready when you are, Axel,” I said, trying to hide the sheer delight in my voice. Tonight, he had something particularly strange planned and I was pumped for it. “Okay, baby. I want you to take a jar of honey…” he began, his voice sounding low and suggestive. I followed his instructions, a strange mix of amusement and disgust swirling within me. The honey was cold and sticky against my skin as I dolloped it into the back of my panties, then lay down on my bed. Next came the caramel sauce, a thick, sugary stream down the front of my jeans. It was a disgusting concoction, the textures all wrong, the sensation was almost hilarious. I had a hard time not laughing.

As Axel urged me on, describing what he imagined, I started to play along, moaning and writhing as he encouraged me to rub my clit in that sticky mess. “Oh, Amber, you can’t cum yet,” Axel breathed, clearly satisfied with his plan. “You can only cum when I say so.” I lay there, covered in sticky goo, a smirk playing on my lips. “Typical!” I said, laughing. The next few minutes were a mix of edging and frustration, then Axel finally let me cum. I screamed as my body shook, and I squirted all over myself.

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Popping Boys- Vore Party

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.

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asmr

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Zoey and I recently stumbled upon the ASMR fetish community. It was somewhat accidental, after both of our TikTok FYP’s were filled with videos of whispering voices and the strangely compelling sounds of people eating. Zoey had the brilliant idea that we should use this to our advantage – you know, being PSOs and all. “Food-focused ASMR calls,” she’d declared, eyes gleaming. “We’ll be the sex queens of the crunch!”

We decided to advertise our new fetish service on X and our first video call came through Teams, after a quick DM with a guy named “CrunchKing69.” Zoey was already unwrapping a bag of spicy ramen noodles as I answered.  “H-hello,” a nervous voice replied. “Is…is this the, uh, ASMR call?” “You want it, we’ll do it,” Zoey purred, before chomping hard on the crunchy noodles. The sound filled the room, and we could see CrunchKing69 drooling on the other end while stroking his hard dick. Next, it was my turn. I grabbed a handful of crisp green grapes and popped one in my mouth before sinking my teeth into it. The satisfying crunch reverberated through the microphone. “Delicious,” I murmured, chewing slowly. “Want to hear more?”

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