Alex 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 425
When I sit in our candy playroom I cannot seem to get away from the questions on if I am as dirty as I seem to be. Doubt floods these stupid boys minds. What kind of dominating bitch would I be if I couldn’t make you fall to your knees with the snap of my fingers? That’s the great thing about being as commanding and dominating as I am. Never do I not get what I want. Boys falling over themselves when I speak to them is very normal for me to deal with. And it only fuels my desire for power over them.
Our playroom is fun.
It has our game nights, our fun little conversations when new boys join. Little secret private conversations where things can really get down and dirty. What isn’t there to love? But without a doubt almost every guy that sees my icon sitting there in chat just has to message me. It makes me laugh, seeing them all think the same thing about my entrancing eyes. My profile photo staring back at them, I imagine them visualizing me at my computer, smoking and dressed in a lacy lingerie set. And their picture is right, so I can’t blame them.
But anyway, being in the playroom and finding out all the dirty things these boys hide from everyone in their real lives is fascinating. The sissies who hide in their rooms wearing their tights, the fags who need to be stepped on fooling everyone in their lives. Even the babies who have wives and own companies who come here so I can change their messy diaper. The freaky side of the world makes me the happiest. Seeing these boys fall over themselves to get a piece of me is what I live for. The candy playroom has all that I could ever want.