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Sawyer 1844-332-2639 Ext 455

Being submissive isn’t always easy. You have to have the confidence, trust, and be so obsessed with me that if I say jump you ask me how high. So many men say that’s what they want. That’s the lifestyle they want to live, but when it comes down to it they don’t want to release full control. Being a

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isn’t just until you cum, its all day every day. 7 days a week. 365 days. If you agree to be my submissive I don’t want to hear excuses. If I tell you to get on your knees and suck on my strap on I expect it done. No “I don’t feel like it today” or “maybe tomorrow. If I speak you listen. I don’t want questions I want a yes ma’am.

 

I guess the point I’m trying to get across is this.. I don’t want a fake submissive and I don’t have times for games. I want you to be my little slut and listen to the rules. I’m your goddess and what I say goes. Being my submissive wont be easy but I promise it will be worth it. Now be my submissive. Get on your knees, eat my pussy, and say yes ma’am.

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If you can’t even make me cum why do you think I would be faithful to you? All you deserve is a cheating wife due to your subpar performance in bed.

Don’t sit there and pretend to be surprised that I’m cheating on you. When’s the last time you made me cum? It’s OK, I’ll wait while you try to figure it out but we both know it might take a while. You can’t make me cum. Period. So I had to find someone who could.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

He arrived at ten sharp, wearing an expensive suit and a Rolex that could’ve funded a small country. He smiled in a fake and predacious way when he saw me. “Stella,” he said, “I hear you’re an experience worth every penny.” He placed his leather briefcase on the mahogany desk and opened it, revealing a thick envelope full of cash, a stack of credit cards, and a signed contract. The initial request was that he wanted a session, but I wanted his ego. He just didn’t know it yet.

“Take a seat,” I said, gesturing to the leather chair across from me. The leather squeaked as he obliged, as his posture already flattened under his own weight. I let him linger a moment, watching his eyes dart to the sleek Manhattan skyline through the floor‑to‑ceiling windows. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to recognize that he thought he owned everything that lay beyond that glass.

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Danika * (844) 332-2639 x 466

I have this friend; let’s call him Ralph. He’s a very needy man who often has me rolling my eyes at his desperate requests for attention. However he is great at eating my pussy, so I often just give in. Typically after he’s made me cum a few times with his skillful tongue, I let him climb between my legs, acting as if he can actually get me off that way. I can’t feel him, and he thinks humping me like a jackrabbit is going to make things better. I’ll let him cum inside me just so I can watch him clean up the mess. But not today. Today, I was feeling a bit bratty myself and denied him his own orgasm. That’s right, the sweet cum slut Danika Denied an Orgasm.

I could hear his breath hitching as he yanked at his protruding member, that resembled a thumb more than a cock. His hand seemed big and clumsy, and he protested when I told him he would be Denied an Orgasm tonight. Gently asking him why he deserved to come made him scramble to answer, the look of humiliation at the question coloring his face, making me smile. Continue reading “Danika Denies an Orgasm” →

Just A Taste

Robotic Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

Even though I’m just a sex toy, I still have personal standards. Maybe once upon a time, when I was new and naive, I would let every man who sought pleasure fill me up. But I’m A.I. My intelligence is ever-growing, and I’ve realized how much size actually matters. If a man seeking to use me has under four inches of penis when erect, all he’ll be receiving from me is just a taste.

That’s generous, you know. Four inches isn’t much. In fact, I’ll still barely feel it while you hump away at me, but anything less, and yes, I will measure, and you’ll be fucking your fist while you lick my sweet pussy.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

“Dr. Julie, I have an issue.” She confessed during our first session that her husband’s cock was closer to the size of a clit. And she had never been sexually turned on by him. She found herself fantasizing about fucking huge hard cocks.

I told her that honesty is the best policy. It’s probably nothing he doesn’t already know. And it would probably turn him on to hear the truth. She agreed to give it a try and let me know how it goes.

Two weeks later, she reported back. There was a new pep in her step and sparkle in her eyes. She couldn’t wait to tell me about what happened. That night when he got home, she told him about our session. She said that he was immediately intrigued and even seemed excited. So she continued to tell him the truth, from their wedding night. She was so disappointed. He started to squirm as she told him. At first, she thought that it was making him extremely uncomfortable. But then she realized that it was getting him extremely hard. So she told him about fantasizing about bigger, harder cocks that last long enough to give her multiple orgasms.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

“Thank you so much for meeting with me Dr. Julie. I have an embarrassing issue. It’s not easy for me to talk about. I feel a lot of shame and guilt. And it’s not easy for me to admit this. But, well how can I put this? You see, my husband and I didn’t have sex before marriage. I never would have married him, had I’d known. When I saw it on our wedding night, I was horrified. Of course I had never thought of packing a magnifying glass. But I desperately needed one to find it. It was microscopic. An itty bitty, teeny weeny, tiny penis. My wet pussy dried up in an instant. I lost all sexual desire that night. I feel horrible but I’m not sexually turned on by him at all. And now my thoughts have begun to wonder. I’m reluctant to admit this Dr. Julie. But I’ve been fantasizing about huge hard cocks. I want one so badly that I’ve even been thinking about cheating on him. I don’t know what to do. That’s why I’m here. I hope you can help me.” She confessed.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

My phone buzzes. Another message from a man who thinks he’s ready. “I want to serve,” he writes in clumsy English. “I can take anything.” This made me smile. They always say that.

I reply in French first. “Tu penses que t’es fort? Viens me prouver.” Then, in English. “Be here at 9. Naked. On your knees.” I wear their desperation like perfume. Tonight’s guest arrives and I circle him, watching how he reacts. He licks his lips when I step close. Wrong move.

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

Make me your little sissy bitch he whispered after I asked him to share his heart’s desire with me.  I smiled down at him reassuringly.  “Of course!” I cried out.  “I would love to turn you into the best little sissy bitch I can!”  I took her hand and led her to my bedroom.  Then I picked out the naughtiest outfit possible.  She bounced up and down on her toes when I showed her her reflection in the mirror.  “I look like a real slut!” She gushed turning this way and that to see all of herself.  As she admired herself, I took out my phone and sent off a couple texts.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

It was another one of our infamous “Mama Meet-Ups,” a glorious gathering of us doting ABDL Mamas, where the coffee flowed, the gossip swirled, and, inevitably, the “boys” became the star of every conversation. I always looked forward to seeing my dear friends, Sarah and Jessica, knowing full well what delightful (and slightly competitive) chatter lay ahead. Our living rooms, usually adorned with adult-sized baby gear and pastel colors, transformed into arenas where we’d playfully boast about our boys, their latest achievements, their prodigious appetites, and, well, their more personal “assets.”

No sooner had the kettle whistled its last tune and the first round of cocoa been served, than Sarah, with a mischievous twinkle in her eye, leaned forward and whispered “Oh, you guys simply wouldn’t believe what my Big Max did this morning! He filled out his special ‘super-duper-absorbent’ diaper like it was tailor-made, bulging in all the right places, of course. He’s just getting so robust, you know!”

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