Julie 1844-332-2639 Ext 453

Miss Julie’s Sissy Institute is a boarding school for sissies. We only accept true, genuine sissies that have proven themselves through an extensive application process. Upon arrival, the students are stripped of anything masculine. We do not allow boys’ clothing or any boys’ belongings. The little sissies are given their own small, private rooms that we call boudoirs. They come fully furnished and equipped with everything a little sissy needs. Every sissy gets a full wardrobe. Every room has a white dresser with pink handles that contains the weekday uniforms. The bottom drawer is the little skirts. There are five different ones for each day of the week. Next drawer up are the girly tops to go with them. The middle drawer is full of frilly, lacy nighties. Second drawer down is all of the cable knee socks and little lacy bralettes. The top drawer is full of days of the week panties. They are color coordinated to match each of the five school girl uniforms. There’s also a pink dresser. It contains all kinds of fun, girly, lacy, frilly weekend clothes. There are many more options in the weekend wardrobe. This includes panties in all kinds of different styles, colors, and prints.

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Belle 1844-332-2639 X 444

Early this morning, a horny crossdresser found me in the chatroom and let me know that his wife was asleep, not twenty feet from where he wanted to play with me.

I love to see how filthy slut will dress to impress me, so I told him to get dressed and bring a dildo back to the living room to see if we could be sneaky right there in front of his sleeping bitch. He returned wearing a pink latex thong, an open-back teddy with matching stockings, and five-inch pink high heels. Mmm, color me impressed.

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

I whimpered as my hands pulled at the red ropes holding my wrists to the bedpost. “Please, just let me touch you.” Sean ignored my pleas and peeled the wrapper off yet another candy cane. My body was covered with the sticky sugar. Two hours ago, he had stripped my body and told me I needed to relax a little. He said he would make me feel so good that all my holiday stress would melt away.

I believed him, and he was kind of right. I wasn’t thinking about work or family drama when he used the hairdryer to melt the candy cane over my nipples. The way the red and white stripes ran over my breasts as they liquified was beautiful. He was slow and meticulous and did not allow me to deviate from his plans.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

This weekend I found myself in a diaper emergency! It’s Christmas time and I’m at a festive holiday party with my boyfriend Jake. It’s been a magical evening so far, with delicious eggnog, twinkling lights, and the faint scent of pine. Jake has been having a bit too much fun though, knocking back cocktail after cocktail.

Our host, my friend Holly asks me how my night is going. I sigh. “He’s been holding his drinks about as well as a toddler. I’m afraid he’s going to have an accident if we don’t do something.”

I hear a distinct splashing sound. I whirl around to see Jake, a goofy grin on his face, standing in a spreading puddle. Mortified, I rush over and kneel down.

“Jake! Oh no! Quick, go change into your spare clothes from the car!”

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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

Getting revenge on my professor’s wife had become a very exhilarating project. While she’s away, her husband will play, hehe. Jessica and I were all dressed up in our irresistible, sexy, little schoolgirl uniforms making out in their bed. I think my professor was speechless, like for the first time ever. He was watching while gulping his drink. We decided to see what kind of lingerie the Mrs. Had. So we began raiding her drawers. She had a lot of frumpy stuff. No wonder he lusts after cute, young girls. There were a few things. But they were all too big for Jessica and me. So we decided to just take off our tops and skirts. After all, we looked way cuter in our little lacy thongs, garter belts, and stockings. And obviously he thought so too, the way he was lusting over us. I wanted to drive him crazy and give him the time of his life. In a way she never could. I took my bra off. Then I took Jessica’s off. I started playing with her nipples with my fingers. And she started playing with mine. Then I started playing with hers with my tongue.

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Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

I’m 100% Daddy’s free use brat. Like, no hesitations, no games, no boundaries. My pussy is yours for the taking whenever you want it, and I’ll always be ready to serve it up like the good little bratty girl I am.

Sure, I might mouth off and act a hot mess sometimes, but that’s just my attitude. Deep down, I live for the thrill of being used and loved by a strong, dominant man like you. There’s something so hot about pushing your buttons and watching you lose control, all while I’m writhing in ecstasy on your cock.

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Power Exchange

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?

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stockings

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

“You’re wearing those nylon stockings I got you, right? I want to feel your tongue on my toes. Lick them like you love them, and I might give you a treat.” Justin’s face lights up, his eyes sparkling like the stars above. He’s always been a sucker for Amber’s feet, especially when she’s wearing her favorite pair of nylon stockings. He can’t help but feel aroused at the thought of her asking him to lick her toes. “Yes, Amber. I’m wearing them. I’d be happy to lick your toes for you.”

“Good boy,” Amber says, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “Come here and take off my shoes.” Justin eagerly complies, crawling over to Amber on his hands and knees. He reaches for her feet, gently removing her shoes and socks, revealing her perfect, pedicured toes. He can’t help but stare at them for a moment, admiring their beauty before he begins to lick them. Amber moans softly as Justin’s tongue makes contact with her skin. He starts at her heel, licking his way up to her toes, savoring the taste of her skin. He takes each toe into his mouth, swirling his tongue around them, feeling her tremble with pleasure.

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Roxxxy (844) 332-2639 Ext 414

Up next is Foxy Roxy on center stage. As I sexily saunter over to the pole, I can’t help but notice a debonair gentleman sitting in the corner. His designer suit caught my eye. But his silver hair and sparkling blue eyes caught my attention. He flashed a sexy grin that sent tingles up and down my spine. And a surge of energy through my wet pussy. I let go and lost myself in a sultry dance of horny lust. Every time I looked his way, his eyes were locked on me. He was drinking what looked like whiskey on the rocks. And he was puffing on a nice cigar. I think he had me just as turned on as I had him. Then sexual tension between us was HOT. It felt as if everyone in the room could feel the heat. As I was walking off stage, he ever so slightly motioned with his eyes for me to go over to him. So I did. He told me to have a seat. Then he asked me what I would like to drink. I said that I’m different, I like a martini XXXtra dirty but also with a twist.

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Torri 1-844-332-2639 ext 204

I think I want to have you and some friends over for a before Christmas late night dinner. I’ve got something naughty on my mind. After all my family has either left or the ones that are staying here have gone to bed. I am going to have some late night fun. There is going to be so much good food to eat I can just never get to it all. So I have to have my before dinner before everyone else. Don’t bother bringing the plates there wont be a need for them. Your bodies will be my plates.

Your cocks will me my spoons. I want to lay you all down and dress you up in all my left over foody goodies. Take my sweet time eating my way through all of you. Don’t worry I wont make a mess. I always clean my plate when I’m eating. You wont have a drop of food anywhere. I wont leave yall out of the fun though. I might be eating Christmas dinner off your bodies but yall will be eating all the nice homemade deserts off of mine!

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