Tag: phone sex

sissy

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I take immense pride in molding my little sissy into the epitome of femininity and obedience. It’s a journey, a transformation that requires patience, discipline, and a firm hand. And while she’s come a long way, I’d be lying if I said it was always smooth sailing. My sissy, bless her heart, is still a bit rough around the edges.

One of the most persistent challenges is her voice. Despite countless hours spent encouraging her to embrace a more delicate, feminine tone, that old “boy voice” still creeps in from time to time. It’s jarring, a stark reminder of the person she once was, the person she’s striving so hard to leave behind. Each slip-up is met with a gentle, but firm, correction. “Remember, darling,” I remind her, “a pretty girl speaks with a pretty voice.” It’s not about stifling her, but about guiding her towards the woman she is meant to be.

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dudes

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

Let’s be honest, my phone rings more than a pizza delivery place. But instead of pepperoni, the requests are a little spicier. Some dudes want to unleash their inner dominant with a BDSM session. Others are curious about exploring their softer side with a lacy panty. And then, there are the ones who cut right to the chase: “Hey, you into pegging?”

Now, I know what you’re thinking. Pegging? Isn’t that, like, weird? Taboo? Something whispered about in hushed tones in the dark corners of the internet? Maybe. But let me tell you, honey, taboo is my middle name. And after years of navigating this particular corner of the pleasureverse, I’m here to tell you, it’s not nearly as strange as people think. In fact, it can be downright fantastic!

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

You crave my tough love, don’t you? There’s no question that you know what you are. You know what you deserve. You’re nothing but a pathetic, worthless worm groveling at my feet. Your cock belongs to me. Your orgasms belong to me. I own you, body and soul.

You need it. You can’t get enough of me degrading you, humiliating you, treating you like the filthy little slut you are. Deep down, you know that’s what you deserve. A real dominant mistress to keep you in line.

You’ll do anything I say, won’t you? Obediently licking my boots, worshiping my divine pussy, servicing me like the subby little bitch I know you are. All for the privilege of maybe, just maybe, getting to cum. If I feel like allowing it.

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teasing

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Tonight is for teasing. And what better way to tease than with a shiny pair of tan pantyhose? I love the way the silk feels against my skin. Cool and smooth, it’s a second skin that hugs every curve. Today, it’s a pair of tan pantyhose, the kind that shimmer under the light, making my legs look endless. I catch my reflection in the mirror, a playful glint in my eyes.

Mark is sprawled on the couch, eyes glued to the TV, oblivious to the weapon I’m about to wield. I saunter in, the subtle rustle of the pantyhose announcing my arrival. He glances up, his eyes widening as they travel from my toes to my thighs. A slow smile spreads across his face. “Looking good,” he murmurs, voice already a little husky.

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baby

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

The air in the nursery was thick with the scent of baby powder and… something else. Disappointment. Mine, mostly. I smoothed down the pastel-colored changing pad, trying to ignore the lump in my throat. “Liam,” I said, my voice softer than I felt. “Come here, sweetie.”

Liam, all two hundred pounds of him crammed into a blue onesie, shuffled into the room, his lower lip trembling. He knew…He always knew when he’d crossed a line. This ABDL was usually such a good little one, so eager to please. But the last few days had been… challenging. He’d regressed further than usual, refusing to eat anything but pureed carrots and throwing a tantrum when I tried to introduce solid foods. And then there was the wetting. Not just little accidents, but blatant defiance, puddles left deliberately on the pristine rug.

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slut

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I love being paid to be a slut. There, I said it. It’s not something I’m ashamed of. You see, I used to work a regular job, just like everyone else. But I couldn’t shake this feeling, this itch, that there was something more out there for me. Something that would make me feel alive. And then I found it – phone sex operating.

“God, you sound so fucking hot,” you groan into the phone, your voice deep and needy. I can feel my pussy getting wet just from the sound of it. I’m completely naked, lying on my bed, the phone cradled between my ear and shoulder. I run my fingers over my nipples, pinching and twisting them until they’re hard and sensitive. “You like that, don’t you?” I purr, my voice low and seductive. “You like it when I talk dirty to you.” “Fuck, yes,” you pant. “I want to hear more…I want to hear everything.” Giggling, I spread my legs wide, my fingers trailing down my

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abdl

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

Let me tell you, being a Mommy, it’s a whole lot of diaper changing and lullabies! I need a man, a real man, to come over and give me the fucking I deserve. Thankfully, I know just the guy who can help me scratch this neverending itch! His name is Jake, and he’s got a body like a Greek god and a smile that could melt butter. “Hey, Cory,” he answers when I call, his voice deep and husky. “What’s up?”

“I’m just so bored at home while my ABDL is asleep,” I say, trying to keep my voice steady. “I need a big, strong, hunky man to come over and fuck me hard with his big fat dick.” There’s a pause on the other end of the line, and then Jake chuckles. “Is that right?” he says. “Well, I think I can help you with that.” I give him my address and hang up, my heart pounding in my chest. I can’t believe I just did that. But I’m so turned on, I can barely stand it. I strip off my clothes and slip into something more comfortable –

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spencer

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I watched as Spencer, my lover and playmate, wiggled his toes against the plush carpet. His eyes sparkled with excitement, the anticipation of our ABDL session hanging heavy in the air. His diaper crinkled beneath his clothes, a sound that always made my heart flutter. “Ready for your bath, baby boy?” I asked, my voice husky with desire. His cheeks flushed a deep red, the color spreading down his neck. He nodded, his eyes never leaving mine.

I led him to the bathroom, the scent of lavender and vanilla filling the air. I helped him undress, my fingers brushing against his skin, sending shivers down his spine. His dick twitched at my touch, a silent plea for more. I smirked, knowing I’d give him what he wanted, but only after his bath and change. The tub filled with warm water, the bubbles forming a soft blanket on the surface. I helped Spencer into the tub, his body sinking into the water with a sigh. Then I took a washcloth and soap, gently washing his body, my touch lingering on his dick. He moaned, his head falling back against the tub.

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

I have my own personal adult diaper baby. Can you believe it? At first, I never thought I’d be into it. Hell, I never thought he’d be into it either. But here we are, my fingers tracing against the soft, cotton edge of his diaper while his cock strains against the fabric like it’s begging to be freed from the Velcro snaps.

It started as a joke you know. Bobby and I were talking about kinks one night, tipsy off a bottle of something dark and dangerous, and he admitted it—he likes wearing diapers. All the time! Not for necessity, not for age play, but just because. “It makes me feel safe. Like I am being … taken care of” he said in a low voice as if he was confessing a sin. I didn’t laugh, cringe, nothing. I just got curious…

Now, he’s in my bed, sprawled out with nothing on but that thick, padded vice hugging his hips. It shouldn’t turn me on the way it does, but fuck—IT DOES!! Maybe, it’s the vulnerability of it you know the way he looks at me with those sultry blue eyes, waiting for my next move. Maybe it’s the Continue reading “My Adult Diaper Baby” →

office

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

My office was usually a sanctuary, a place where vulnerabilities were laid bare, analyzed, and hopefully, healed. As a sex therapist specializing in fetishes, I’d heard it all. But Rory… Rory was different. He wasn’t ashamed or furtive, just… intensely focused. “Pantyhose,” he’d said, his voice a low hum. “Specifically, silky, shiny, tan ones. It’s… everything.” I arched an eyebrow, a professional curiosity piqued. “Everything? Can you elaborate?”

He painted vivid pictures, describing the way the light caught the nylon, the sensation of it stretched taut against skin, the subtle rustle with movement. This wasn’t just about him being turned on; he was captivated by the subject matter. After a few sessions, I had a comprehensive understanding of Rory’s attraction. It wasn’t just lust; it was a deep connection to texture and visual appeal. A piece of him saw pantyhose in a transcendental way. “So,” I ventured during our fourth meeting which was quickly becoming intense, “have you fully explored this?”

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