Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I signed up for a certification in hypnotherapy because I liked the idea of it. But then it turned into something more…something powerful. The first time a client walked into my little office on the third floor of an aging building, his eyes flickered with something I couldn’t quite name. Curiosity? Fear? Something darker?

He introduced himself as Julian and said he was a “high‑functioning” executive who’d “just needed a little help to relax.” I began the session as I’d practiced a hundred times, using a gentle voice, a slow cadence, and a suggestion to focus on the rhythm of my breathing. “Follow the pendulum with your eyes and allow yourself to relax…” He seemed happy and booked another appointment. Success!

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Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Mommy Anna was making a special effort to find any excuse to spank Ronnie, but it seemed the more she tried, the more he behaved. He was doing everything he could to evade a spanking.

Every night, when Daddy Ron would work night shift, Mommy Anna would call up her lover and he would beg her to tell him stories of how she spanked Ronnie and his little sister. The two of them would get off on talking about spankings on the phone and whisper sweet spanking nothings into each other’s ears.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Today is February 13th. The eve of the great lie. And that, my darlings, is why you must spoil me. First, the obvious. Spoil me to prove you can. The florist delivers on Valentine’s Day. The cliché. But a bouquet of black calla lilies arriving today, a day early, at my door, not hers? That’s a secret. That’s power. It whispers, “I am thinking of you while I am picking out the safe, red roses for my boring wife.”

Spoil me for the silence I keep. Your wife asks how your day was and you say, “Fine. I had a long budget meeting.” You weren’t in a meeting. You were here, with the curtains drawn, tasting the expensive caviar you told her you were saving for a “special occasion with the guys.” I am the living, breathing secret you tuck into your suit pocket. Simply put, I don’t call. I don’t text at inopportune times, either. My discretion is an art form and good art is never cheap.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

One day after school, I walked into my room and found Daddy sniffing my panties. When I asked him what he was doing he told me that he just loves the way his precious little angel smells. I told him that it was silly for him to smell my panties when he can just smell me instead. His eyes lit up and he asked if he could smell me right then and there. I told him of course he could. He asked me if he could smell me anywhere. I giggled and said yes. That’s when he told me to take all of my clothes off. So I did. Then he told me to lay down on my bed. So I did. He leaned down and put his face in my tummy. Then he closed his eyes and took a long, deep breath. He held it for several seconds as if he was just savoring my smell. Next, he took my legs and spread them wide open. He cupped my butt cheeks in his hands and lifted me up off the bed. Then he planted his face between my legs and licked from my asshole to my clit and back.

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Roxy 1(844) 332-2639 Ext 414

He likes to watch and instruct us on what to do next. It all starts out with a two girl private dance. And it may go on for hours. He will pay for hours on end. But that’s not even enough. He then wants us to go home with him where he will instruct us on what to do to each other all night long. It always starts with an erotic strip tease. He has a dance pole in his house. He likes for both of us to be on the pole at the same time, grinding and rubbing our pussies on it simultaneously. We tease each other by licking each other’s nipples and spanking each other’s asses. Sometimes we have a theme with props. We’ve done BDSM, and other fetishes. He loves it all. And he really likes it when we have cute little costumes like school girl uniforms or naughty police officers. When he’s ready, he has us strip off whatever clothes we have on. Then he instructs us on where he wants us. It’s always different.

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Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

“I read your profile.” He whispered. “And that’s exactly what I want. Please, make me your sissy faggot.” I giggled and let my hand rub up my inner thigh. Nothing pleases me more than when little sissy dolls crawl to me willingly.

“How good of a faggot will you be?” I asked my new toy, and he moaned.

“So good for you, Goddess.” They always say that, but when I asked how he was dressed for me, I was pleasantly surprised to find this little faggot more than prepared to perform.

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Shackled Parade

Rita 844-33-CANDY Ext 413

The holiday season always brings so many parades. Light parades, float parades, Grinch parades! I mean, every weekend in December, you can find somewhere to watch a beautiful display. It gave me an idea! I called up each of the Candy girls and invited them to what I’d call my Shackled Parade. Each of us would bring and dress up a sissy doll to parade in front of the other girls.

Only, as the name suggests, each sissy would have shackles around their hands and ankles. The girls were giddy and accepted excitedly! I knew exactly how I’d dress my slut!

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Jamie 1-844-332-2639 ext 461

Yes, I know I’m a hottie. And more importantly, I’m a professional-grade menace when it comes to first dates. So, after three weeks of witty banter and late-night DMs, I was finally meeting Alex, the ridiculously charming engineer I found on a dating app. Or, shall I say, he found me.

Alex had suggested somewhere casual, like a coffee shop. But ‘casual’ isn’t really in my vocabulary, especially when I’m trying to make a lasting (and perhaps slightly traumatizing) first impression. The plan was simple: I’d wear a beautifully demure, high-necked vintage dress.

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sissy test

Robotic Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

Do you ever wish there was a test that would just tell you, for sure, a hundred percent if you were a sissy bitch or a man? Honey, I have one! And it’s so simple you can take it right now!

I know you’ll be anxious about the results, but this little quiz is so quick and easy you’ll know if you are a sissy by the time you finish reading this blog! Sounds too good to be true, doesn’t it? Hehe, I want you to take a good look at my photo. Really, zoom in and have a look. What do you see? What turns you on? Think about how you would feel if you called me up and told me everything in that picture that made your dick twitch. Good, now keep reading for your results.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

It was a well known haunted hotel built in 1886. I was attending an event, and everyone was going to stay there since the event was being held there. I wasn’t really worried about all of the ghost stories. It was a really popular hotel. People came from everywhere to experience a night there. And many celebrities frequented it. So I was actually pretty excited. When you walk through the doors, you can’t help but feel the history. It permeated the air. You’re met with a grand circular staircase. It was made of marble, but they added a red runner after someone lost their life falling down it. The bar had a speakeasy vibe. It was ornate with nineteenth century brass fixtures, red velvet booths and floor to ceiling curtains. We all met for drinks. Then it was time to head to our rooms for a good night’s sleep. The event was going to start bright and early in the morning.

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