Tessa 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 445

I’m normally the disciplinarian. There are those moments though, where Tessa needs to snap back into reality. Those are the moments where discipline becomes necessary and appropriate. During those moments, I demand to be given no mercy.

I had been bad that month, all month long. If I wasn’t getting in trouble for this, I was getting in trouble for something else. If I wasn’t fixing a massive mistake I had made, I was causing another catastrophic issue to come into fruition. The game of Cause and Effect can be so detrimental. And when an adult is the one causing all the mayhem, it just feels so much more serious. You would think after going through so much, that I would learn countless lessons. Yet, it seems to be that I continue to cause them, and scramble to fix them.

There is this theory imbedded in the depths of my brain that maybe I enjoy the discipline that comes with messing up so badly. Discipline means that I’m going to have to assume the position; usually bent over on someone’s lap. I’m going to have to take countless paddle spankings, either from a wooden paddle, or someone’s bare naked hands.

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Naomi 844-332-2639 ext 216

My father wants me to find a good man and settle down.  I’m not even close to getting ready to do something as boring as that.  I am deep in the best years of my life.  Being single and doing whatever I want is the best thing.  I love my parents.  But I see how dull my mother is from being married with crotch fruit for so long.  I don’t want to become my mother any time soon.  I’d rather fuck my way through as many men as I want and can.  Old men, young studs, and everything in between.  If they have a dick and aren’t a faggot, then I want to ride them until we’re both screaming each other’s names.

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Mila 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 220

Whenever I get the chance to have some dirty fun with a client, I love talking about it. Nothing is different with this story I’ll tell you. We will call my client “Daniel.” Now this man is so special to me, always paying for me to go out and do fun things so I can tell him all about it later! This day was no different, he paid for a nice long session. But Daniel was looking for even more fun than usual, just listening to my slutty escapades. Basically, Daniel needed to be put in his place! That pathetic ego of his had just gotten too big!

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Chained-up Love Slave

Belle 1844-332-2639 X 444

David loves me. He loves me even though I don’t love him. Every year, he asks me to be his Valentine, and every year, I say no. I let him stay at home and wonder what kind of dirty, disgraceful things I’m doing with the men he desperately wishes he could be.

This year, I thought I’d shake things up! When he showed up on my doorstep with roses and chocolates, asking me to be his Valentine, I asked if he’d do anything to make me say yes. The dude practically fell to his knees, agreeing that so long as I’d be his, he’d do anything and everything I asked of him. I pulled him through the doorway by his tie and growled in his ear, “Happy Valentine, my chained-up love slave.” Continue reading “Chained-up Love Slave” →

Cum Again

Mama Felicity 1844-332-2693 Ext 270

“Please! Stop! I came, I came! Please!” I heard you screaming in panic as the second orgasm bubbled from the head of your cock, and I showed no signs of stopping. The loud buzz of the wand kept its steady pace as you thrashed against the straps I’d used to tie you down—one around your chest, one tight over your hips, and two down your legs. My head cocked as I pushed the bulbous tip of the wand squarely into your balls, and my other hand pulled the prostate massager nearly out of your ass.

“And you’re going to cum again,” I spoke softly, feeling no need to yell over your demands. With a slow twist of my hand, I fed the prostate toy back into your clenching ass and grinned as your back bowed. “And again. And again.”

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Jemma – 1844-332-2639 ext 303

As long as I can remember, I’ve loved Betty Boop. Not only is she sexy, but she’s adorable. Bimbo is her lesser-known boyfriend. The funny thing about Blake was that he reminded me of Bimbo in some ways.

As of late, I have been loving fucking James. After all, he was Daddy’s choice for me. His cock was so big and yummy and I loved when he ravished all my holes.

Now, I’m having a bath in my clawfoot tub thinking about how I can make it up to Blake for being such a cum slut with James. Closing my eyes, all I’m thinking is Boop-Oop-a-Doop, Blake loves Betty Boop and big boobs.

After towelling off, I browse my clothing racks to find something suitable. Finally, I decided on a super short red cocktail dress. I feel good with a black garter belt on my right thigh and black 6-inch high black Louboutins. To add, I put on gold hoops and a gold bracelet.

I headed downstairs, and I lay on top of Daddy’s Steinway & Sons Fibonacci Piano.

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Harper 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 437

 

Dear Diary,

Today I decided that it was time for me to put mommy in her place and show her just how much of a daddys girl I really am! She thinks she can ground me just cause I broke curfew a few times this week. We’ll see what daddy has to say about that. I slipped into a tiny little pair of silk panties and a matching little nightie and waited for him to walk through the door.

The second daddy walked in mommy opened her mouth to tell him that I was grounded. Ugh she’s so annoying! That’s ok, now she gets to watch and see just what a naughty daddys girl I am for him, especially when it comes to me getting my way. I ran right up to daddy and threw my arms around his neck. My tight young body pressed right up against his and I could feel him instantly get hard for me. I started to pout while I told him what a mean mommy she is. Of course daddy wasn’t having his good girl get all upset.

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Mila 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 220

I love getting calls from all kinds of dirty boys. Nobody is left out, and everyone gets a slice of the pie. My phone is like your diary, telling me all the nasty things you can’t say out loud. Your girlfriend would never understand, but I would! I can keep a secret, and indulge in one too. The things I have been told are no doubt dirtier, nastier, and more vile than what you think about. Secrets are what keep life exciting, and maybe you’re willing to hear my little secrets too. I bet that you would love to hear all about it.

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Feverish Fingers

Ronnie 1844-33-CANDY Ext 443

Do you remember before you started fucking, when all the girls would let you do was finger fuck them? I bet you had feverish fingers then and I think it’s time you showed me. I want to pretend that I’m some girl in your class that you want to woo.

Take me out to dinner and then a movie. In those leather recliner movie theater seats, I want you to lift up the arm between us and pull my body close to yours. Are you remember how anxious and fueled by desire you used to be. You’re curious if I’ll let you move your hand up my thigh. If my legs will part when you meet my center. You are wonder that if you make me cum on your fingers, will I return the favor by sucking your cock.

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Mr. Johnson Fucks My Satin Panties

Valerie 1844-332-2639 Ext 243

Whenever I’m sitting at the Johnson’s house, I get so horny. Mr. Johnson is the perfect man. He’s a great dad, a good husband, and so funny. As soon as I put the kids to bed, I go into their bedroom and get naked. Then I take one of his business shirts from the closet and pull it over me. I love how the collar smells, and for a few hours, I pretend I’m his wife.

Once I had his shirt on, I lay on his side of the bed and inhaled his pillow. The man smells like sin and sex, and I can’t help but rub my fingers over the crotch of my satin panties as I fantasize about what it would be like to be with him. I was so wrapped up in my daydream the last time I did this that I didn’t hear his car pull into the drive. Nor did I hear him walk up the stairs and into the bedroom.

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