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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

CJ is a sweet ABDL most of the time, but sometimes? Sometimes, he morphs into a tiny, tantrum-throwing tornado with a vocabulary that would make a sailor blush. Today was one of those days. It all started with the beach. Sunshine, sand, the promise of melting ice cream – what’s not to love, right? Well, apparently, my decision to prioritize, oh, I don’t know, grocery shopping and laundry over sandcastles wasn’t exactly met with joyous applause. More like a symphony of whining that quickly escalated into words I definitely didn’t teach him.

Now, I’m a reasonable person. I believe in second chances, in using your words, in deep breaths. So, I gave him a warning. A stern one. The “Mommy is not playing around” kind of warning. Did it work? Nope. Instead, the verbal volcano erupted again, this time spewing a fresh batch of colorful language directed right at yours truly. So, yeah, I spanked him. Did I enjoy it? Of course not. But sometimes, a little tangible consequence is the only language this guy understands.

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

Drinking on control was the game. The forbidden cocktail of power and pleasure. It started with a clink of ice in a glass—innocent enough. Sweet. Fizzy. Just a little too pink. But tonight wasn’t about innocence. He told me to drink. I didn’t ask what was in it. That was the game. Consent whispered in the background of every command, every glance, every touch. I had agreed long before the first sip. The rules were known. The limits were drawn. Safe words tucked neatly behind my teeth, just in case.

The liquid slid down my throat like silk, warmth blooming in my chest. One drink became two. My cheeks flushed. Body loosened up. Thoughts, always so sharp and defiant, started to melt into something… pliable. He watched. Always watching. “You’re feeling it now, aren’t you?” he asked, fingers curling around my jaw. I nodded, unable to lie. My body was betraying me—in the most delicious way. Every sensation was amplified. Every word he spoke sent shivers across my skin.

He made me stand. Made me bend. Made me stay. The room spun slowly, like a carousel of lust. His voice was the only anchor I had, commanding and calm, telling

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Julie 1844-332-2639 Ext 453

Where on earth is the radicchio? I wondered. Searching the produce section. Am I missing it? They usually always have it. And it’s my absolute favorite. But I’m not finding it. Right as I look up, I see the produce manager. He’s always very helpful. To be honest, he’s also very flirty. And I guess very intuitive and attentive as well. Because he came right over and asked what he could help me find. I asked about the radicchio. He looked so disappointed to have to tell me that a shipment had been delayed. He apologized profusely. And took my phone number. He told me that he was going to make a few phone calls. And he would let me know when it would be in. I assured him that it was not a big deal. And told him how much I appreciated it.

Later that day, he called to let me know that it came in. He told me that as a courtesy, he was going to have it delivered. Then he apologized again for the inconvenience. Wow, I thought. What a sweetheart he is.

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Mercedes 1844-33-CANDY Ext. 423

The night sky was a blanket of stars as we stepped out onto the patio, walking towards the hot tub. Darren, my best friend, looked at me with a mischievous grin. We’d been best friends since we were kids, but over the years, things had started to change. The once innocent friendship had slowly evolved into something more. We both knew it, but neither of us had the courage to admit it. Until tonight.

The booze coursed through my veins, giving me a boldness I wouldn’t normally have. I watched as Darren stripped down to his boxers, his muscular frame glistening in the moonlight. I felt a familiar heat building inside me. “Fuck it,” I muttered under my breath, before reaching behind and unzipping my dress.

Darren’s eyes widened as the fabric pooled around my feet, leaving me in nothing but my lace underwear. “Mercedes,” he breathed, his voice husky. I could see the desire in his eyes, and it only fueled my own.

I stepped towards him, my heart pounding in my chest. “What?” I asked, feigning innocence. “You’ve seen me in a bikini before.” He chuckled, stepping closer until we were just inches apart. “Not like this,”  Continue reading “Hot Tub Sex with My Best Friend” →

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

I was telling my friend Jack how stressed I’d been lately. He mentioned he could see it in my face, the toll life seems to be taking on me. I reminded him that everyone is stressed out nowadays and that things would be fine soon, but he got this funny look on his face and said he knew just the thing to turn my frown upside down.

I asked what he had in mind, but he just started texting on his phone with a big grin on his face. “You’ll see soon, ” he promised. Knowing Jack better than anyone, I knew he wouldn’t tell me until he was good and ready, so I kicked my feet up and started watching the latest reality TV trash, vegging out my mind to find inner peace. After about thirty minutes, the doorbell rang, and Jack sprung up.

“Time to enjoy our little sissy stress toy!” His eyebrows wiggled at me, and then he darted to the door.

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My Mind Wanders

Posted 3 days ago by Rachel

Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

Finals suck. Studying is so boring. I can’t even study. My mind just wanders to more exciting things. And before I know it, I’m fantasizing. I don’t even realize how much time has gone by. Why can’t I concentrate? I know I have no interest in this stuff. So it makes it hard. But still. I can’t make myself, no matter how hard I try. And I hate writing papers. This is the only kind of writing I enjoy. My journaling. Because it’s therapeutic and exciting.

I get bored easily. So I’m always looking for excitement. I guess that’s what makes me rebellious and naughty. And times like this….when I’m home alone…I crave more. I’m procrastinating with my studying. Because it bores me to tears. I find myself wanting to feel good. And nothing feels better or is more exciting than an orgasm. I start getting so excited just thinking about it. My pussy starts getting wet. I get all tingly. And my clit starts to throb. I grab some towels because I can tell that I’m going to squirt a lot. I’m so horny. I locked the door and got my bag full of toys.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I received the most interesting letter today from one of my favorite submissives! I hope you enjoy reading about how he craves being my sissyslut whore!

“My dear Mistress Diana,

I come to you today full of yearning and desperation. Beneath the façade of the strong, confident man I must be, a submissive, aching need has been growing and consuming me. I am so tired of always having to be in charge, of never being able to truly let go and surrender control. My job demands a leader, but my body and soul cry out to be led.

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No Taboo

*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221

No limit taboo calls with extra kinky boys are always the highlight of my nights. I don’t know about you, but I’ve never liked having limits put on anything I’m doing in life. Especially my sex life. If you stifle someone’s sexual imagination and creativity, it’s a really good way to break their spirit.

I’d NEVER want to do that to someone just because of what they’re into sexually. That’s why no limit taboo sessions are so important to me. You can’t go wrong when you and your partner tap into your deepest, darkest, and most twisted fantasies together.

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The Clinic Will Help

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

My feet paused in the soft carpet of the upstairs hallway, and my ears perked up. I could hear… sounds. You know the kind. Moans and grunts. Sounds that I shouldn’t be hearing from my young son’s room. It felt like the world had tilted on its axis! No, this can’t be happening. Not this soon! I knew he was growing up and becoming more of a man than the sweet baby I had nursed years ago, but I wasn’t ready to let him go!

I recently read about an age regression clinic where they helped Mothers with this exact situation. The next loud moan sent my feet back into action. I pushed into his room and saw what I hoped I’d been imagining. There he was, my sweet baby boy, hunched over his laptop watching porn with his cock in his hand.

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Feeling Bratty

Posted 4 days ago by Aynsley

Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

Lately, I’ve been feeling really bratty. Like, constantly bratty. I just can’t help myself – being a brat turns me on so much. I love pushing daddy’s buttons, seeing how far I can go before he finally loses his cool. It’s so hot.

So the other day, I decided to really test daddy’s patience. I waited until he got home from work, then I sauntered out of my room wearing the skimpiest little outfit – a cropped t-shirt that barely covered my tits and these itty-bitty booty shorts. I knew it would drive him wild seeing me dressed like such a slutty schoolgirl.

“Hey daddy,” I purred, twirling in front of him. “Like what you see?”

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