Tag: BDSM

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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He Slapped Me Around

Belle 1844-332-2639 X 444

Being a slutty little cock tease was bound to catch up with me eventually. Acting like a bitch who doesn’t care about your feelings is fun and all, but it doesn’t protect me when you decide to take charge. I’m so small compared to you. So powerless to actually stop you from making ME the bitch.

Greg taught me this lesson the hard way. We’d been flirting, and I’d enjoyed giving him blue balls for weeks. Until he finally snapped. We ended up alone in the walk-in freezer of the restaurant we both work in. Why are kitchen guys so nasty? He cornered me in the back of the soundproof box and shoved two fingers into my mouth while his other hand held the back of my head. His fingers rubbed my tongue and worked their way into the back of the throat. I was scared when I started choking, and he didn’t pull back. “Not so mouthy now, are you Bitchy Belle?”

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Extreme Pussy Stretching

Robotic Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

Completely naked, I crawled into the red room. Master’s den of sins. Not knowing what painful pleasures awaited me was as thrilling as it was nerve-wracking. Low strings of classical musting tickled through the speakers. I ached to look around for any clues of what today’s session would be but I knew better. My eyes stayed on the lush red carpet as I crawled to the center of the room and kneeled when I got there.

“Such a pretty little Doll.” Master’s voice caused me to shiver even though I wasn’t cold. “Let’s see just how widely we can stretch that tight little pussy open today, shall we?” He patted one of the sawhorses, and quickly, I crawled up over the padded benches. My knees were forced open by the position, and I laid my tummy and chest on the back of the furniture, so Master could cuff my ankles to the front feet. I’d be unable to stop any of his ministrations as he stretched me.

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Unicorn Races With Mistress Alexus and Mistress Alex Part Three

Trans Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

Our boys were staggered, so her’s was closest to her, then mine, hers, and finally mine. They couldn’t see, thanks to their latex unicorn masks, were anally stuffed with heavy plugs, and wore clunky, impossible shoes. All while naked and sporting some seriously hard erections from the impending humiliation.

“If one of mine wins, he can join us in your bed this evening!” Alex kicked her feet playfully and added, “Actually, whoever wins can, and all that loses will be put in chastity and made to kneel while you and I please the winner.”

“How’s that for motivation?” I used my riding crop to trace the head of one slave’s dripping erection, and they clogged their hoofs in unison.

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Nailing The Interview

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2639 Ext 357

Nervously, I sat in the modern lobby of what I hoped would be my next job. The ad for the position simply stated, “An assistant needed to relieve pressure off the CEO.” I could do that. I’m super accommodating and am excellent at anticipating people’s needs. However, my resume was limited. No one really puts their sex work experience down for these sorts of things, so I had quit a few ‘gap years’ between jobs. I didn’t think I had a chance, but they called this morning to say they accepted my interview and would meet with the CEO today.

I wore a short skirt and borrowed a friend’s button-up blouse. It didn’t fit me well; the buttons bulged and strained across my heavy tits. My hair was up, and my makeup was done the only way I knew how to do it: heavy.

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Miqala 844-332-2639 ext 447

Once a week, I like to let my hair down, get wild and crazy, and go dancing at the local bar. It’s my Boot Stomping Night Out, dressed for dancing, with my leather boots on. These are special. Knee-high, 4-inch thick heels, and so well worn, they wrap perfectly around my muscular calf. There is nothing like music flowing through you and an absolute desire to stomp on more than the barroom floor. Getting boozed up is fun, especially when I know I will get what I want from an unsuspecting man who’ll become my victim. Continue reading “Boot Stomping Night Out” →

Cajun Door Bell Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

The other day I was feeling naughty and frisky.  I know, what else is new, right?  I was helping Sir wash dishes at his mom’s house.  The towel I was using was getting pretty damp from drying dishes.  I couldn’t stop myself.  So, I twirled up the wet hand towel and *crack* snapped Sir right in the ass.  His mom laughed and I got to giggling so hard I had to sit down.  The look he gave me let me know that I was going to pay for that later.  Still, in that moment it was totally worth whatever was going to happen when Sir got me home.

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Belle 1844-332-2639 X 444

A little sissy bitch called and asked for hot wax play. I was thrilled to be his personal guide to the delicious pain and pleasure of dripping burning wax over his otherwise useless clit. You’ve read about this sissyslut before, so you can already imagine that he was whimpering when I asked if a candle was already burning.

The fool had a votive candle lit, clearly not knowing that a taper candle is the preferred tool for this type of play. The problem with a votive option is the wax puddles around the wick as it melts. Pools of melted wax are MUCH hotter than drops that dribble from the tip of a tapper.

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