Tag: BDSM

Mistress Gets What Mistress Wants pt3

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

Pt2

I walked to the big desk in my office and pointed to the surface. “Bend over this. Chest flat on the surface and hands holding the edge.” My big boy didn’t hesitate. He bent right over, watching my every move. I pulled my strapon out of the bottom drawer, and his eyes grew huge.

“Oh my god, are you serious?” He quivered. I ignored him as I removed my dress and buckled the harness over my hips. Standing behind my desk in only my thigh highs, heels, and bra, I stroked the floppy eight-inch dildo and tapped it against his mouth.

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Out Of Order

Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

Memorial Day BBQs can get pretty wild! Sun shining, drinks flowing, and the grill fired up made for a lot of people needing to use the bathroom. My poor little potty just couldn’t keep up with the demand, and it stopped flushing! I was in a bit of a panic! At least fifty people were at my house chugging bottles and stuffing their faces with burgers and hot dogs! With only one nonworking bathroom, I was going to have a huge problem.

At least, I thought I was, till I remembered my little toilet slave was attending the BBQ! I ran over to where he sat at the edge of the pool, chatting and laughing like his tongue wasn’t casually used as toilet paper for me whenever I felt the need. I grabbed his elbow and yanked him up. “Come on! Duty calls.”

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Perv Tax Season

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

We listen and we don’t judge…

Sort of. Sure, we’re no taboo, and you filthy boys get to explore your fantasies and fetishes by pushing the limits of your desires. Sometimes, it’s even us girls pushing you to jerk off to nastier, darker topics. Illegal things, even. Because it feels so good to ruin you, HOWEVER, some pervs want things so disgusting that they deserve to be taxed just for entering the chatroom. Welcome to perv tax season, you filthy fucks. Things are about to get expensive. Continue reading “Perv Tax Season” →

Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

You spoil me so much, I am your spoiled sweet submissive.  I feel like the luckiest subbie girl in the whole world.  I love the way you pay attention to the little things that I like and that I do.  Often, I focus on serving and pleasing you so much I tend to forget myself.

I know it’s not my place to worry about me.  That’s your responsibility.  I just wanted to tell you how much I appreciate how well you do take care of me.  Your attention to even the tiniest detail means that I never want for anything.  The way you take care of me only makes me want to submit to you even more completely.

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1844-33-CANDY EXT 423

We are in my yoga studio, and I watch you struggle in a specific pose. Your ass is in the air, and it’s a sight to behold, but your legs are shaking, and your back is rounded. You’re not getting the full benefits of the stretch, and it’s clear you’re frustrated. “Hey, Sam,” I say, walking over to your mat. “You’re doing great, but I think you could benefit from some one-on-one instruction. Would you like to stay after class and let me help you with some of these poses?”

You nod, looking up at me with those big brown eyes, and I can see the eagerness in them. I know what you’re thinking, and I’m thinking it too. This is going to be more than just a yoga lesson. Continue reading “Things Are Getting Hard in Yoga Class” →

Say It Out Loud

Robotic Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

Resistance is futile. At first, your reluctance to admit what you are was cute. I enjoyed watching you struggle to bite back every moan or girlie squeal threatening to escape your lips, but it’s time now for you to say it out loud.

Time now for you to admit what a sissy slut you are. I want to hear you say it out loud. Every time I dress you up, you drip uncontrollably into your panties. Your mouth says you don’t like it, but your clitty doesn’t lie.

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gag

Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Miss Anna had enough of her noisy neighbor. He was always throwing parties, and making noise at all hours of the night. Miss Anna tried asking him nicely to stop, but he answered rudely, saying he would consider it if she sucked his cock. She simply stared at him without blinking or breathing as he laughed and walked away.

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1844-33-CANDY EXT 423

“You’re late,” I say, looking at my watch as you walk through the door.

“I’m sorry, Mistress,” you reply, bowing your head in submission. “I apologize for my tardiness.”

I can see the fear in your eyes, and I know you’re wondering what punishment awaits you for your disobedience. Then I stand up from my chair and walk over to you, my heels clicking against the hardwood floor. After that, I reach out and stroke your cheek, feeling the stubble on your chin.

“You know what happens to slaves who are late, don’t you?” I ask, my voice low and seductive.

“Yes, Mistress,” you reply, your voice trembling.

“Good,” I say, my lips curling into a smile. “Follow me.”

I lead you to the back of the house, to the room where I keep all of my toys. I can see your eyes widen as you take in the array of whips, chains, and other devices that I use to punish my slaves. Continue reading “Don’t Be Late!” →

Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

I turned up the music and be-bopped around the apartment to one of my favorite songs.  Dancing always gets my juices flowing in just the right way.  That night I wore my treasured escape velocity t-shirt and a pair of panties.  I designed the panties to tease Sir.  The music blared so loudly I didn’t hear Sir come up the stairs that lead into my apartment.  However, in the midst of one of my gyrations, I turned around and saw him standing at the top of the stairs watching me dance.  A smile spread on his face.

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Bad Robots Get Spanked

Robotic Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

Each morning, before he goes to work, Master leaves me with a chore list. He expects me to complete everything listed by the time he comes back from work; after all, I am a very efficient, high-functioning AI sexbot/slave. It should be easy for me, but bad robots get spanked. And I really like it when he spanks me.

I have to spread out my bad behavior so he doesn’t catch on that it’s intentional, but today, I purposefully forgot to pick up a few things I knew he needed from the grocery store—items he’d highlighted on the list—items he quickly realized I’d forgotten as soon as he got home and started making dinner. “How could you forget? You’re a robot!” He wasn’t yelling, but his voice was irritated.

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