xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208
Nothing is sexier than a man who can play power games. As a switch, some days, I want an adoring submissive, and others, I want a rough, gentlemanly Dom to put me in my place. Unfortunately, finding a man who can play both isn’t as easy as a girl would hope.
Weak men often play the submissive, and Alpha boys don’t want to relinquish control. Which are you? Can you teasingly play both and reap all the benefits?
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.
Robotic Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413
I get a lot of deliveries this time of year. I’m home all day, and Amazon just makes it so easy with one-click buying that I’ve been spoiling myself with my Master’s account. All of his billing details are already saved in the account anyway. Every day has been like Christmas, and I’ve noticed the last four days, the same sexy delivery driver has been the one dropping my packages off by the front door.
Drivers work hard, especially this time of year. I thought it would be extra kind of me if I saw him pull in the drive; I skipped out in my pretty lingerie and thanked him. Personally.
Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270
I’m not a girl who’s easily impressed. It takes something special to make me ooh and ahh. Or a special girl. The other day, Heidi popped into chat, and it’d been a while since I’d seen her cute self. It thrilled me when she told me she’d sent me a little something, something.
I raced to my DMs and found the gem you see above. To be honest, I get a lot of sissy photos when my girlies dress up and choose to show off, but some of you don’t take the best pictures. You know what I mean? Bad lighting, dirty mirrors, cluttered background, or I have to edit out too many identifying marks. You know who you are, lol. But this! I mean, can you say, “Photo perfection!” Truly, this impresses me!
Kadence 844-33CANDY Ext. 458
When I found out that my new school had a running club, I was so excited . It’s just running club, but it’s a new school, and I wanted new workout clothes to look cute in. It also meant that it was time for me to pick out my first sports bra. When I got to the local department store, I had no problem finding cute shorts and matching tops to run in. Picking out my first bra was kind of a huge deal. It was more than just a piece of clothing, this meant that my body was changing and I was now developing into a big girl.
Kadence 844-33CANDY Ext. 458
A new movie theatre finally opened in town and I love going with my friends. Going after school on Fridays is like, basically a tradition for us now. At first it was just me and my best friend, but now there is a whole group of us that like to go. This week there was a new addition to our friend group. I’ve seen him around school before, and he is really cute. I know it’s not a real date, but I’m super excited to hang out with him. The theatre was packed with families, but we found a row in the middle, and I made sure to sit right next to him, in my usual short shorts and low-cut tank top. I held a bucket of buttery popcorn for us to share, and could hardly focus on the movie, as I started daydreaming about all of the things I wanted him to do to me in the dark crowded theatre.
1-844-33-CANDY EXT 404
Marty, the brawny lumberjack, is leaning against a towering oak, his thick, corded muscles glistening with sweat in the sunlight. His axe rests beside him, and his chest rises and falls with each labored breath. I can’t help but stare, my eyes tracing the lines of his body, the power that radiates from him. “Well, well, well, what do we have here?” he growls, his voice deep and rough like gravel. I feel a shiver run down my spine, a mix of fear and excitement. “I-I was just passing through,” I stammer, taking a step back. But Marty isn’t having it. He steps forward, his eyes locked on mine, and I feel myself drawn to him, like a moth to a flame.
“I don’t think so,” he says, his voice low and seductive. “Pretty sure you’re here for me.” I open my mouth to protest, but before I can, Marty’s lips are on mine, his tongue exploring my mouth with a hunger that takes my breath away. I resist at first, my mind telling me to run, to flee from this stranger in the woods. But my body betrays me, my hands reaching up to grip his broad
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
My third session with Dr. Jenson started off like any other. I laid myself bare, opening up about my deepest insecurities and anxieties. He listened intently, jotting down notes and offering words of comfort as any good therapist would. But then something shifted. His eyes lingered on my body just a bit too long as I spoke about my troubled past.
I felt vulnerable, my guard down in that moment. I know now that he sensed this, saw an opportunity to exploit my fragility. “Let me help you feel better,” he purred, setting aside his notepad to turn in his chair towards me. His hand slid up my bare thigh and I froze.
Amber 1-844-33-CANDY ext 404
You suggest we leave the club and go back to your place. I hesitate for a moment, but the thought of what could happen between us is too enticing to resist. As soon as we’re through the door, you take control. I can feel your hands roaming my body, possessively claiming me as yours. You pull away, your eyes dark with desire. “I’ve been thinking about this all night,” you growl, your fingers tracing the hem of my dress. “I want to tie you up and have my way with you.”
My breath hitches in my throat as you speak, my body trembling with anticipation. I nod my head, giving you my consent. You waste no time, leading me to your bedroom, tying me to the bedposts with soft, silky ropes, and exploring every inch of my body with your hands and mouth. Your fingers dance close to my pussy but never quite touch it. I’m writhing beneath you, desperate for release.
“Please,” I beg, my voice hoarse with need. “Please what?” you ask, your fingers finally sliding inside me. “Fuck me,” I gasp, my hips bucking against your hand. You don’t need any more encouragement and
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
My sissy has been a naughty girl. He failed to complete his feminization tasks on time and tried to rush through them. Tsk tsk. Such a shame he couldn’t be a good slutty girl for me. Now, he must be strictly punished.
I’ve had this chastity device that was just begging to meet my sissy’s useless cock. It’s a snug stainless steel cage that will lock his pathetic prick up tight. No more cumming for him! He won’t feel a twinge of pleasure until I allow it. And given his recent misbehavior, that could be a long time coming.
I cuffed his wrists and bent him over my knee. “Count out loud sissy,” I demanded as I spanked his bouncy ass. “Count how bad a boy you’ve been!” The cage was attached as he wiggled and whimpered. “No cumming for you, you bad girl! Only Mistress Diana gets to decide when this useless thing comes out.” I gave him one last hard spank that made him yelp. Continue reading “Bad Sissy!”