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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

I flip the page. The paper makes a crisp sound against the silence. “Section 1: Manual Stimulation Protocol,” I recite, reading aloud as if plainly listing the maintenance steps for a failing engine. “Begin the rhythmic application of pressure in accordance with the provided metronome beat. Speed is currently set to sixty beats per minute. Any deviation in tempo will be noted as a failure in mechanical compliance.”

On my monitor, I watch him. He is trembling. Most men think this is about desire. They are wrong. It is about total hydraulic submission. It is about treating his body as an extension of my own apparatus. “Maintain grip,” I command. My tone is flat and clinical. “Apply lubricant to the friction points to ensure smooth operation of the interface. You are not permitted to deviate from the prescribed movement. If the system experiences an overload, you are to suppress the response. Stalling the mechanism is strictly prohibited.”

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Kinky Kara 1-844-332-2639 ext 306

I loved being in charge. Being the boss gave me a sense of power like nothing before. I was the person who called all the shots. I told everyone what to do. Either they did as I said or they find another place to work. Normally, that is the way things worked at most companies. Typically, this is the way my office operated as well. That is, until this day. Today was different. I found myself working a little later than usual. I could tell most of the cubicles were empty, and 95 percent of my staff had gone for the day, except for my assistant. He usually came to offer his services one last time before heading out for the day. Today was not the same. Continue reading “Power Shift” →

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I really should have known better than to let my little ABDL diaper enthusiast, Leo, sit on the cream-colored sofa. I was busy folding laundry in the next room, humming along to the radio, when the distinct, rhythmic squelch-squelch of a soggy diaper signaled that my boy had once again pushed his luck to the absolute limit.

When I marched into the living room, I found him staring at the ceiling with that wide-eyed, guilt-ridden expression that only a grown man wearing a printed disposable pampers can pull off. “Oopsie, Mama Cory,” he squeaked. His voice cracked with feigned innocence, while a widening, warm puddle beneath his backside confirmed exactly what kind of afternoon we were about to have.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

His name was Julian. I didn’t know his last name and, honestly, I didn’t care. I had met him at the hotel lobby bar only two hours prior. He didn’t talk much, which was a relief. In a place where you don’t exactly belong, silence is the only honest currency.

The hotel’s hot tub was tucked into a secluded corner of the terrace, shielded by heavy, dripping ferns. The chlorine smell stung my nostrils and mixed with the faint, expensive scent of his cologne. When he pulled me into the water, the heat was abrasive, bordering on painful. The thing is, I kinda liked it.

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Mommy's Sissy slut

Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270

Oh no! Poor baby! Why are you crying? Were your peers mean to you again? Come over here, sit in Mommy Felicity’s lap, and tell me everything. Did they call you names like “Sissy slut” and “Dumb Whore” again?

Listen, people, these days are very accepting, but you are getting bullied for not just living as your authentic self! But Mommy is here, and she knows how to fix this. Hug me close, and mommy will tell her good little doll all about how to stop getting bullied.

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Dance On my pole

TS Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

Slide over here, little sissy girl. Let me have a good look at you. Don’t play shy with me now! You told me how much you wanted this. Your first time with a Goddess like me. I can see how excited you are inside of that slutty, lingerie you’ve put on just for me.

You said you wanted us to match, and we do. Suspender stockings, crotchless panties in soft pink with push-up bras to match. I sure feel girlie, do you? Your six-inch heels make such a pretty sound on the floor as you saunter back and forth. You look ready to dance on my pole now, so like I said, “Slide over here, little sissy girl.”

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Kinky Kara 1-844-332-2639 ext 306

 

I arrived at my new employer’s residence dressed in my sexy maid uniform and high-heeled stilettos. I was determined to be the best maid. I was greeted by the owner of the residence. He was a tall, handsome, dark-haired, middle-aged man. His eyes lit up like candles combing over my hot young body. He cleared his throat before speaking. I could tell from the looks of the house that he had a six-figure job. It was immaculate. I was slightly intimidated to have to clean such a massive mansion.  He adjusted his pants and gave me a tour of the enormous mansion.

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

A naked Lacie stood between Amber and me. We circled her, like predators assessing their prey. A lesson needed to be taught, and there was no one better to deliver it. “Let’s get you in this bra,” Amber told Lacie, who lifted her arms. Amber slipped the silky straps up Lacie’s arms and hugged her to clasp the bra tight.

From behind Lacie, my hands scooped into the cups, adjusting her tits so they sat up nice and pretty. Our student moaned at our touches, and we praised how pretty she looked. The lessons for today would be how to clean up a used pussy, both Amber and I were leaking into our panties, and to take cock like a girl.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Guys, I’m starving. No, not for proteins or fiber or the sensible things people eat to keep their hearts beating. I’m starving for the velvet texture of a hot load of cum against the roof of my mouth. It’s not like I don’t get enough cock or anything. I mean, we all know I’m a certified whore! lol But the reality of my world is that I took this job because I’m a cumslut and simply can’t get enough cum (or cock) to satisfy my cravings!

I can taste it even now, a phantom saltiness, sometimes slightly bitter, sometimes slightly sweet. My jaw aches to be stretched wide enough to take a thick, long, juicy cock balls deep down my throat. It’s a physical hunger that can’t be silenced.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I’ve learned that the world is essentially a runway if you have the right silhouette. Every step I take feels like a choreographed performance. It’s almost a game at this point – counting the lingering men with their eyes locking onto the sway of my MILF ass. My hips sway with a deliberate, rhythmic grace that leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination.

I don’t shy away from their hunger. Instead, I adjust my stance just a fraction, letting the ambient lighting catch the contours of my BBL. That’s right, I have one. The blatant staring is a testament to the fact that my investment is working exactly as intended.

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