Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

My sweet boy K tries so hard to be a big boy.  But every night he falls a little short.  Because when he wakes up the same thing has happened each night.  K has wet the bed.  Then I recently began to find wet pants hidden in the hamper.  So, sweet mommy Zoey has made the decision the tame has come for unpotty training baby K.

I broke the news to him at bedtime.  He was expecting me to get his pullups out for under his jammies.  However, instead I told him to lay down on his back and to spread his legs nice and wide.  He was so shocked when instead of a pullup, I pulled out a brand-new package of Pampers.  I bought them at the store that afternoon.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

Corey was always so eager. It was almost endearing. But then, softness wasn’t what he paid for, was it? He paid for the sharpest edge of my expectations, the cold precision of my demands, and the delicious humiliation that bloomed in his chest with every transaction. “Are you ready, sissy?” I typed, watching the ‘typing…’ indicator flicker on our private chat. A beat of silence, then his reply: “Yes, Mistress. Always ready.”

I smiled, a slow, controlled thing. He called himself a finsub, but to me, he was just Corey, my little piggy bank dressed in a perpetually apologetic expression, even through text. And a sissyboy, of course. That was the real fun of it. “Good. My new Louboutins are calling to me. They’re a rather fetching shade of scarlet, don’t you think?” I sent him a picture I’d pulled from the designer’s website – the most impractical, yet undeniably beautiful, pair of stilettos. “I think they would look perfect on me. Don’t you agree?”

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Submitting To Me Means Whenever I Want

Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

Jensen is new to submission. He craves being entirely owned but hasn’t been very good at relinquishing control. To help him realize that once he’s submitted to me, it means I’ll use his body for my entertainment wherever we are, whenever I want, I came up with a little outing for us.

In a small purse, I packed a blindfold and handcuffs, then told Jensen I wanted to go out dancing. I wore a tight dress and itty bitty panties while he wore a nice button-up and black slacks. He had no idea what was in my bag, and it wouldn’t matter. He’d already agreed to give up all his choices when he submitted to me.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

His deep blue eyes, wide with a mixture of shock and fervent admiration, were locked onto me. A villainess doesn’t beg. She commands. That primal scent, a mix of leather and something else entirely, intensified. His earlier indignation had vanished, replaced by an unmistakable hunger. He was no longer the man about to call the authorities; he was merely a man. A man caught in the web I had so carefully, so deliberately, spun.

I straightened slowly, the motion deliberate, the ripped catsuit revealing just enough, yet leaving the rest to his imagination – or perhaps, his memory. The stiletto heels clicked again as I turned, a slow pivot that allowed the light to glide across the gleaming patent leather, across the exposed curve. I didn’t need to speak. The silence was louder than any words. It was filled with the thrum of his heartbeat, the rapid, shallow breaths he couldn’t quite control.

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

I’ve seen you at the club a few times, and the girls always get giddy when they see you walk in. They suspect there is a wealth of cash to be pulled from you, BUT you have a reputation for slipping away before it can get too good. You keep a tight leash on your wallet, but the strippers are always happy to take what they can get either way. 

I am standing just before the exit when I see you scan the room and act as though you’re going to leave. Realizing your go-to girls aren’t milling about the stage area or sitting on laps. The ATM is right by the door, and I lean my body against it. Lengthening out my little core and popping out one hip. I’m wearing black sheer stockings that are bold against the paleness of my thighs; the garter belt holding them up frames a shimmery red pair of cheeky panties, and my bra has lots of straps to catch your eye as they stretch over my cleavage. I’m twirling a lock of strawberry blonde hair around my finger, and I hum when your gaze starts at my heels and SLOWLY devours up the length of my body.

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*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221

Do you ever have those days where you just need a hot fuck? You know the days I’m talking about. When you’re so busy with everything you barely have time to eat, let alone fuck. That was me a few weeks ago.

I’m definitely not a mall girl and that week especially I’d been putting off picking some things up there. I only go to the mall when necessary, or when buying kinky things. But that day, it was necessary. I had been so busy that I forgot I had to pick up a few dresses and I needed them for an event the next night. I told you I was busy! I barely had time to eat or sleep which meant time for a hot fuck was nonexistent.

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Stephanie 844-332-2639 Ext 454

Sipping a martini in my pink and white polka dot bikini with short shorts over my bikini bottoms and flip flops, I was enjoying the weather, the people and of course the scenery. It had only been two hours since I arrived at the bar down by the river docks.

The bar faced the river docks and I was on the far end of the bar settled on a leather but cushy bar stool. Boat owners would dock their boats all the time, some blaring music, some full of party animals, some just couples, just a variety. In my entire two hours I watched two different boats dock, stay a bit then take off.

I turned away from the river and hopped on my cell, taking short videos for my social media. Showing off my bikini, the background scenery and the serene mood I was in. I took a photo holding up the peace sign when the bartender approached me and sat a martini down in front of me.

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Pretty Little Candy Girl Part Three

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

Amber didn’t sniffle or cry as I pushed her into the house—my brave little candy girl. The cabin was a single dusty room with a bathroom off to one side—a small kitchenette tucked under a small window. The twin-size bed had no sheets or pillows. “Get naked.” I barked, which made Amber flinch.

I couldn’t decide if I was happy or annoyed that she wasn’t fighting me more. Adrenaline had built up in my veins, waiting for this moment, and I was buzzing off the possibilities. Her being compliant hadn’t been a situation I considered.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

It was most definitely the test drive of my life. The sexy, young salesman gave me a hands on tutorial of the car, from the passenger’s side. It was quite the experience, so sensual. Every time his hand would graze me, it was electrical. It made my whole body tingle. To be honest, I was a little nervous to be driving under his influence. I literally felt weak in the knees. But I tried to play it calm, cool, and collected. We pulled out of the dealership. I hit the throttle and we were off. The way it took off when I barely tapped the gas peddle shot a rush of adrenaline through my body. My whole body was tingling, especially my pussy. I looked over at him. There was no way I could ignore his hard cock protruding through his pants. I think the speed gave him a thrill as well. He kept looking over at my legs, or between them. I hadn’t planned on test driving anything. So I didn’t really think about the fact that I was wearing a very short dress. And it had ridden up, practically exposing my pussy. He obviously noticed.

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Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Mommy Anna took her naughty boy to the mall to buy some clothes. She warned him before they left that he’d better behave. Something told her that he wouldn’t so she packed a diaper bag just in case. As they walked in the mall, hand in hand, Mommy Anna started to notice something funny.

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