Shrinking Little Dan

Valerie 1844-332-2639 Ext 243

Poor little Dan has a condition. We aren’t really sure why it’s happening to him, but he is shrinking. Little by little. When I moved in next door, he was a sexy man with flecks of gray at his temples who stood just over six foot two. But then one day, he just started getting smaller and smaller. He’s gotten so small, his Mommy, I mean, wife, has asked me to babysit him while she goes to work. Dan has become too small to care for himself. He can’t reach the potty and has been forced into wearing diapers now that he is only two feet tall.

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Glory Hole Master

*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221

We both know you love a good glory hole, but would you call yourself a glory hole master? Or do you need some help to reach that level? The truth is, you frequent the local glory hole even though you try to hide your cock sucking obsession. You don’t need to deny it with me.

Have you been thinking about going down to the local adult bookstore and sucking some cock? I honestly love that these glory holes masquerade as “bookstores”. It makes me laugh every time I see one of these bookstores with men walking out licking their lips. I’ll get you into one of those “bookstores” so we can start your training. You’ll be a glory hole master in no time.
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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

“Julie, I have a kinky fetish. I like to cum in my jeans in public.” He confessed for the first time. He said it all started when he was a young, horny boy. He would sit in class and watch the girls. He would try to see their budding little nipples through their shirts, and up their little skirts. Inevitably he would cum in his pants. Then a few years later, he had a girlfriend that would sit next to him in class and rub him through his pants until he would cum. He told me that he hasn’t been able to overcome this fetish. After all of these years, he still craves it. But he hasn’t found anyone that was into it or willing to help him fulfill his fantasy. He asked me if I could help him. It sounded so hot to me. My pussy was wet just thinking about it. I told him that I would absolutely love to. So we made reservations at a popular upscale restaurant. I requested a specific booth that is up on a step and overlooking the entire dining room. After all, I wanted him to be the center of attention.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

I pause at the entrance of the little bar I keep for my “sessions.” It’s a dimly lit back room behind a row of forgotten bottles. Inside, the air smells of cheap drinks and old carpet, and the low hum of a jukebox plays a blues riff that feels like a warning. Not for me, of course. For him.

He’s already there, perched on a cracked leather chair, with his eyes fixed on the floor. He’s a regular. We’ll call him Aaron, though we never use names that aren’t given. Tonight, his limits are a blank page and our job is to write the story together. “Stella,” he says, as his voice trembles with a mixture of anticipation and fear. I offer him a smile that’s half invitation, half challenge. I step closer, as the click of my stilettos punctuate the silence.

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

We all know that I am the sweetest, most obedient little submissive slut a guy could ask for.  But sometimes, you want to lay back and relax and let me “take charge.”  You want me to be romantic sensual bossy Zoey.  I know you’ll take control back before too long.  But sometimes it’s nice to switch roles for a little sexy change of pace.

I’ll lay you down.  Maybe I’ll even tie your wrists at first with some silky scarves.  That way we both can buy into the illusion that I’m gonna be the bossy one for a little bit.  I rather do like the idea of you naked and at my sensual mercy.

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fallout roleplay

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

“Amber?” he asks. His voice is a little hoarse, as if he’s been rehearsing his lines in the mirror. “Come in,” I say, stepping aside and letting him cross the threshold into my apartment. The hallway is lined with photographs of old, cracked cityscapes. I lead him to the living room, where a single lamp casts a glow.

“I have a role for you,” I begin. “Tonight we’re not just two people. We’re the last two survivors in a fallout bunker and the world above is a radioactive wasteland. The air is thin, the lights flicker, and the only thing keeping us sane is a game of…imagination.”

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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

Danny was ready to become Danni. Danny was my curious panty boy friend in high school. I recently introduced him to Mr. Martin and they hit it off. I even helped teach Danny how to suck Mr. Martin’s dick and I helped Mr. Martin fuck Danny’s virgin asshole. But Danny was ready to take it a step further. He was ready to go full drag and surprise Mr. Martin. Danny already had beautiful blonde shoulder length hair. So all we needed was some make up and an outfit. At the lingerie store we picked out a beautiful purple lace teddy. He said that Mr. Martin told him that he looks great in purple. So we found a sparkly little purple dress and shoes to match. Then he wanted to find some purple metallic eyeshadow. We also got glittery blush for her cheeks, black eyeliner and mascara, and fuchsia lipstick and nail polish. Then I suddenly realized that she needed a mani pedi. So we found the perfect place and they used the fuchsia nail polish on her fingers and toes. It looked so good on her.

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Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

The session started out in my basement as usual. That’s where I come the most alive after all; making all the tiny men and boys submit to me is where I get my Goddess power from. Well, this little twerp’s name was Eric and he was so whiney, always begging to get a piece of my ass or to admire my hot pussy while he jacked his tiny rod.

I usually had to keep him gagged because his voice was just so annoying. He was already down on his knees fully nude and pinching and pulling on his nipples. His feet were tied together behind him, and he was slowly making his way closer to me. I couldn’t believe how pathetic this little man was being right now.

He was asking, “Goddess Melanie, can I please sniff your butt while I jack myself? Let me just admire it.” I let out a loud, strong cackle and said back, “I hate your voice, but god, I love hearing you beg.” I told him he had to work for me more before I let him anywhere near my ass, but he could watch me touch my pussy from ten feet away, no closer.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

When I first met Will, his shy smile and gentle humor eclipsed the fact that he wore diapers pretty much 24/7. At first, I felt a protective tenderness and learned how to change him in the privacy of his apartment, treating the routine with the same care I would give any other part of his life. As weeks turned into months, however, the novelty dissolved into a persistent ache of embarrassment that settled deep in my chest.

Friends would ask about our weekend plans and I would watch Will fidget. The diapers, once an invisible safeguard, began to feel like a visible mark of inadequacy that I could not hide from strangers or even from my own family. I caught myself glancing at the tiny outline of his diaper, wondering whether anyone could sense the sogginess or even the dampness that occasionally leaked through his pants when he was excited.

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Mary – 1844-332-2639 x 350 

Although I was a hardheaded kid growing up, I always remembered that what daddy says goes. That was something that helped me as a live-in nanny. I never disappointed Mr. Cox; he always loved that about me. He would come home, and I would be there waiting with my heels on, kids tucked away in bed, and his dinner nice and hot. I was getting older and more mature. He was teaching me how to become the best Domme, and I was teaching him patience. I enjoyed our time together and felt like I never wanted it to end. My birthday was coming up, and he had promised to buy me a new pair of heels I had been eyeing. He told me that if I learned how to tie him up properly, I could get them for my 19th birthday.

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