The Feminization of Stewart Kent Phonesex Part 2

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“This is it,” I said. “This is what you’ve been wanting isn’t Stewart? What you’ve been craving.” I was standing over him now as he crawled around on all fours, his ass in the air, a pair of silk panties clinging to his flesh… Inching ever so slowly towards his ultimate goal, his ultimate desire, the one he had hidden away from the world, from his friends and family, his wife … That one secret he managed to keep in the innermost part of his mind, firmly grounded for all these years in the realm of fantasy was about to become reality. “Claim your prize Stewart,” I commanded. “Yes Mistress.” “Claim it!”

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The Feminization of Stewart Kent

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Sitting in his office, drinking his second cup of coffee, surfed over to Google and started checking out some of his favorite porn sites. He’d been looking at porn more and more lately, he didn’t know why, also he was jerking off again,, he hadn’t done it this much since high school. Regular porn though, quote unquote got boring for Stewart, and more often then not, his triple X searches had a fetish bend. Today he searched for some various fetishes and it led him to this bondage scene involving two hot broads and some loser guy chained up to a wall getting his ass spanked. Losing interest in the scene, his eyes shifted to an advertisement inviting “LA Men and Women” to “explore their deepest darkest desires.” Clicking on the link took him to something called “The Pleasure Palace,” a place that promised to make all your dreams a reality. Sure, Stewart thought, uh-huh. Looking around the site he saw all that they supposedly had to offer their customers, foot and leg fetishes, bondage and discipline, something called CBT, S and M, and “the finest, most comprehensive sissification and feminization courses in the world.”….

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The House of Pain Phonesex

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He was just where I wanted him now, crying, sniveling, crawling around on the ground pants down, around his ankles, his ass spanked a bright pink. “What are you crying about maggot,” I said, walking towards him, the heels of my shiny black leather thigh-high stilettos echoing through out the dungeon as they made contact with the cold concrete of the floor. “Isn’t this exactly what you wanted? Aren’t I making all of your fantasies a reality?

I reached down and grabbed hold of his neck, he winced in pain as I began to apply pressure, my fingers digging into his throat. With his pathetic worthless face looking up at me, tears welling up in his eyes he cried, “I can’t remember my safe word!” Squeezing harder now, I leaned in close to his face and with a wicked laugh said, “Your safe word is HARDER.

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Butch Girls Don’t Cry Phonesex

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After pulling off those ugly as hell Doc Martin’s and her well worn pair of Levi’s boot-cuts, my mouth-first ascension into the promised land of her sweet wet pussy was halted by the sight of her plaid boxer shorts. Goddamn BVD’s! “What,” she asked, “is something wrong?””Uh-uh baby, relax,” I cooed softly in her ear. Fuck man, this was sure turning out to be an interesting night ….

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JOI for Pantyslaves from Goddess Rhianna Phonesex!

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“Come closer … closer,” I said in a sultry whisper. My creamy thighs parted exposing the silky soft black La Perla panties that covered my sweet, yet savory little honey pot.

“Close your eyes, let my scent wash over you.”

Oh Goddess, yes, you smell wonderful,” he exclaimed from where he knelt on the floor before me.

My hands exploring my body now, delicate fingers caressing, my juices flowing. “Do you see that little wet spot? That’s for you, that’s all for you.”

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