Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

You’ve worked hard all week long.  You deserve a break from the responsibilities and demands of your adult life.  I provide you with the perfect escape from the reality of all you have to do and face throughout the week.  All you have to do is turn yourself over to me and my ministrations.  I know the best way to let go of all those adult worries is to regress you back to when life wasn’t so stressful and demanding.  Your transformation starts when I strip off your grown up clothes and slip on your weekend diaper.  Now you’re my good little baby who only has to obey Mommy Zoey.

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Stephanie 844-332-2639 Ext 454

“I don’t want to cum yet.” M said, sliding his hand up the shaft of his cock, gripping the tip. I giggled, smiling up at him feeling the water from the shower dripping down off of B’s body. I turned my head and continued to suck B’s cock when I felt M’s fingers slide through my hair. He pushed my head forward as B slid his cock further down my throat. I gasped and gagged some. B forced himself deeper, M’s grip tightened and B began intensely fucking my throat. M slid his hands over my shoulders and held me in place while B grabbed my hair, holding me still.

“Do you swallow?” he asked breathing deeply now using both hands to hold my head in place as he fucked my throat. I continued to gag, coughing and taking gasps of air whenever I could. “Fuck” M said still holding me in place. “Don’t cum in her mouth” M ordered. “Fuck I’m gonna cum.” B slid his cock from my throat and shot his thick load of cum all over my face. I held my mouth open, tongue out. Tasting his warm cum before sliding my tongue in my mouth.

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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

I’ve been at my breastaurant job for a few weeks now. It’s been an eye opening experience to say the least. I never realized it would be so crazy. But now everything is making so much more sense. The hiring manager pretty much informed me that in order to succeed here, I would need to do special favors for him. Right at that moment I thought about how friendly he is with all of the girls. Now I know why. They all have “special” relationships with him. At first, I didn’t think that I wanted this. But after I started getting some big tips from regulars, I reconsidered. Also the girls say it’s worth it and that he’s not that bad. And they told me that the assistant manager used to be a server. That’s how she got promoted. Now I know why she turned her nose up and treated me so rudely when I started. The other girls told me that she’s so jealous of all the other girls. And she tries to come in even on her days off because she wants to make sure he’s not having sex with anyone else. But that doesn’t stop him.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

James was one of my regulars. He was a successful architect, intelligent and articulate in his professional life, but beneath the veneer of competence was a deep-seated need for comfort and discipline. The contrast was often poignant. He stood on the porch, clutching a worn teddy, his eyes wide and a little anxious. “Cory,” he said, his voice barely a whisper. “Hey, sweetie,” I replied, opening the door wider. “Come on in. It’s chilly out.”

He shuffled inside, immediately drawn to the cozy warmth of my living room. The scent of lavender and vanilla filled the air, the soft lighting casting a comforting glow. A playpen sat discreetly in the corner, surrounded by toys and plush blankets. It was a sanctuary. “Rough day?” I asked, gesturing towards the plush armchair. He nodded, burying his face in the teddy. “Mr. Henderson keeps micromanaging everything.” I knelt beside him, placing a gentle hand on his back. “Sounds stressful, honey. Did you remember to wear your pull-up today?” He nodded again, a small blush creeping up his neck. “Yes, Mama.” “Good boy,” I praised, my voice soft but firm. “Did you have any accidents?”

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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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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I remember the day I first laid eyes on your microscopic member. I couldn’t help but laugh at the pitiful sight. It looked like a shriveled up prune, a sad little nub that could barely be called a manhood. And the way it flopped around futilely, as if it thought it had a chance at bringing anyone pleasure. How adorable. And yet, how pathetic.

You tried to protest when I first threatened to cage that tiny prick of yours. “What if I get aroused?” you whined. As if your pathetic arousal meant anything to me. The only function your dick has is to bring me amusement now.

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Stephanie 844-332-2639 Ext 454

After we arrived B jumped out of the car and ran around the vehicle to open the door for me. “I want to get a better look at you!” he stuck his hand out, I took his hand and stood. “This is just the way he is” M said, shrugging his shoulders. “Yeah she’s hott, she is.” B said, nodding. M started to laugh. “Can I get a hug?” B asked, standing with his arms wide open. I glared at M as I motioned towards him when he swung his arm underneath my legs and lifted me up. “She weighs nothing M NOTHING! We can take her!” We all burst out laughing.

Surprisingly, B didn’t put me down; he carried me up the two flights of stairs humming a song I just couldn’t place. Inside B set me down “don’t go running off, it’s too late” he joked before walking down the hall. M turned on the main light in his living room and approached me. He had what you would call a baby face, he was a looker and so sweet. He stood about 6’2 towering over me, he stared and smiled.

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Slutty Boys

Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228

If women can get makeovers whenever they want, then why can’t you slutty boys? I know you’ve been flipping through the girly magazines lately and wishing you could look like the girls that grace the pages.

You slutty boys are just as worthy as us when it comes to some feminization fun. But please know that your sissy makeover isn’t just a one-time thing. You need to keep things fresh and get your look updated often if you expect to pull more cock than ever before. Since that’s what we both want for you I’m more than happy to help with a summer style update so we can make 2025 the summer of sex.
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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

Late Checkout wasn’t part of the plan—but then again, nothing about him ever is. I had already turned in the key. Bags packed, room cleaned, goodbye kiss on the cheek. But something in me needed just one more taste. One more moment of him beneath me, wrecked and obedient.

So I doubled back, slipped up the stairs like a secret, and found him exactly where I hoped he’d be—shirtless, sprawled across the bed, cocky smirk on his face like he knew I couldn’t stay away. “You forget something?” he asked, voice thick with sleep and sin.

I didn’t answer. I just let my heels click slowly across the floor as I peeled off my clothes—top first, then my bra, letting him see the tight control I still held even when naked. His eyes trailed every inch of me, hungry.

“Come here,” he whispered. But I didn’t. Not yet. I stood at the foot of the bed, hand on my hip, teasing the edge of my panties. You want this?” I asked. “Earn it.” He crawled. On elbows and knees like the obedient thing he pretends not to be. I grabbed a fistful of his hair, shoved him between my thighs, Continue reading “Late Checkout” →

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I’ve known Julio since college. We bonded over bad cafeteria food and worse poetry. He was always a bit intense. He felt things deeply, maybe too deeply. So, when he called me, his voice laced with a melange of excitement and shame, I should have been less surprised. “Cory,” he started, the word almost a gasp, “I need to tell you something. Something kinda fucked up.” I braced myself. With Julio, it could be anything from accidentally setting his apartment on fire while trying to flambé bananas to getting into a philosophical argument with an inanimate object.

This was different, though. I could hear it in his voice, that ragged edge of genuine distress. He told me about the photos. An old shoebox he’d found while helping his mother sort through her attic. Candid shots from her twenties, a lifetime ago. She was beautiful, vibrant, radiating a joy that Julio confessed he’d never really seen in her. And, yes, she was with other people. Arms around her waist, laughter on their faces, in various states of undress and even sexual positions, all moments of intimacy frozen in time.

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