*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221
Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463
I was having so much fun with my little friend, and I knew I was going to see him again in a week. I only gave him one rule. “Don’t touch yourself while you’re away from me, wait for our next hang out time.” Well, a week went by and it was time for him to come back over. The first thing I said when he walked in my house was, “Did you touch yourself while I was gone?” He looked at me with sad eyes, and all I could say was, “I know what that means; do you? You’re going to have to get punished for this! You broke the ONLY rule!”
I walked up to him and immediately pulled down his pants and undies. I put him in the corner like a bad little boy. He looked so ashamed and covered his little peepee. Walking up to him again, I told him to turn around and put his hands on the wall. Now his cute little bum was exposed. Ideas flooded into my head on what I was going to do.
Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407
I honestly don’t know what possessed me to crash my son Tyler’s graduation bash, but when the music started pumping and the red solo cups began making their rounds, I figured I’d play the “cool mom” for a few hours. I was lounging on the couch with a drink when Tyler’s friend Jax suggested a round of spin the bottle. Of course, at first, I thought it was a joke, but the peer pressure from a dozen tipsy twenty-somethings was surprisingly effective. It wasn’t long before I found myself sitting cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by boys who all looked like they could be my son’s clones. Jax handed me a plastic bottle and winked.
As it began to spin, I held my breath and hoped it wouldn’t land on Tyler, because that would have been a level of mortification from which my soul might never recover. Tyler, who was busy hiding his face in his hands, thankfully shared the same sentiment. I looked up, bracing myself to find the bottle pointing at someone’s uncomfortable-looking roommate, but it was pointing directly at Jax.
Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413
Good ol’ Sissy Slut Bob is at it again, y’all! Bob has been complaining that his cage feels “loose” lately. You know how it goes when you’re forced to wear it twenty-four-seven. Things start to comply and… shrink, if you will. Since Bob is the brokest bitch I know and lives off me and refuses to get a job that isn’t dick sucking, I told him if he wanted a new cage, he would have to fundraise for it.
Of course, he whined and stomped his little sissy foot, then asked me how he was supposed to do that. Seriously, the bimbo cannot function unless you guide him through every step! I suggested a sissy slut car wash, and the giddy squeal that erupted from Bob nearly broke my eardrum.
Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322
Jordan is a man who dictates terms and crushes mergers by day, but here, under my watch, he is nothing more than a sculpture of shivering muscle waiting for my chisel. He’s currently kneeling on my small velvet rug, with his tiny cock in a cage, and his wrists bound tightly behind him. I don’t touch him. Not yet. The tip of my riding crop traces the line of his jaw, before I slide it down and tuck it under his chin, forcing him to look up at me. His eyes are glassy with the kind of devotion that borders on insanity.
“You’re trembling,” I murmur, while staring at him as if he is my prey. “Please, Miss. Stella,” he gasps. “I can’t take much more of this.” I cackle and pull the crop away, letting him tilt forward as the tension breaks, only to catch his chin again before his head can drop. The exquisite agony on his face while being brought to the brink of release, only to have it snatched away at the last second, is what my domme dreams are made of.
Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449
The afternoon heat in the botanical conservatory was heavy and tropical, thick with the scent of damp earth and blooming orchids. Under the towering glass dome, the noise of the city outside felt a million miles away. I had found a secluded stone bench tucked away in the deepest corner of the fern grotto, hidden behind a dense curtain of weeping figs and giant palm leaves.
Very few visitors wandered this deep into the humid, mist-shrouded maze on a quiet Tuesday afternoon.
The sheer warmth of the greenhouse, combined with the rhythmic hum of the misting system, had put me in a hazy, heightened state. Sitting back against the cool stone, I pulled my skirt up slightly, letting the humid air brush against my bare thighs. Slowly, with my heart already beating a little faster, I slid my hand beneath the fabric.
I closed my eyes, letting the ambient sounds of dripping water drown out my thoughts. My fingers moved deliberately, tracing light, teasing circles. Every touch felt magnified in the quiet space. The thrill of the open air, the glass walls looming high above, and the distant echo of footsteps on the main gravel path only heightened the sensation… Continue reading “Caught At The Conservatory”
Gabrielle 1-844-332-2639 ext 469
I got a call one night that an old friend wanted to get together and catch up. We decided to meet the next day and get some coffee. His name was Gregory. I always knew him to be such a guy’s guy, so when he told me his idea, I was shocked! He wanted to be in a room surrounded by four or five beautiful women, fucked like crazy. I guess it was his version of a gang bang.
I told him we could get that arranged and he would have a fabulous time. It was a few days later and I had him come over to my secret sex room. He confessed to me that he’s been in threesomes before but never surrounded by five women at once. I think he was a bit intimidated. I told him to strip down and get ready and I was shocked when I saw him standing hunched over, covering his small wanker. He was usually so much more confident.
Little Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457
I got a house sitting gig last week. The owners were going out of town for the weekend. Usually I plan something fun if I’m going to have a house to myself. But this time the house wasn’t going to be empty. Their son was home. Although he wasn’t young enough to need a babysitter, his parents didn’t want him at the house alone. They said he would probably just stay in his room the whole time and play video games. He was self sufficient and could make his own food and everything. So I planned to look into what I needed to do to move forward on getting enrolled in cosmetology school. I was on my laptop minding my own business when Nathan kept walking past. After several times I began to wonder what on earth he was doing. So I looked up and realized that he could see up my dress. I quickly adjusted my legs but it was too late. He had a huge boner. Realizing I saw it, he turned bright red. He was so embarrassed that he ran to take a long cold shower.
Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453
Our bachelorette weekend was coming to an end. It was time to pack up our stuff and hit the road. I started gathering my belongings. It didn’t take me long to realize that not only the first pair of panties were missing. ALL of my panties were missing. My phone started pinging. It was our group text. All of the girls were saying the same thing. Everyone’s panties had vanished into thin air. I knew it! My suspicions were right. The bed and breakfast owner’s husband was a panty thief. While part of me was upset and wanted to confront them. Another part of me thought he might just a panty boy that wants to feel what silky feminine panties feel like against his skin. So we decided not to say anything. As the owner thanked us and walked us out, she whispered “I’m sorry if any of you ladies have any missing undergarments, our clothes dryer likes to eat them sometimes”. The girls and I looked at each other, not knowing what to think or say. Then the owner turned towards the door. The wind blew up her skirt. And there was my thong up her ass!
Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
Mark stood near the dairy aisle, with his knuckles gripping the handle of the grocery cart. He had been complaining about his stomach since we left the house, but I’d insisted we finish running our errand. Mostly because I liked the way he squirmed when I told him to just keep walking.
Everything seemed fine, but then…it happened. His posture stiffened, his face drained of color, and he turned a sickly, translucent grey. A damp, dark patch began to bloom across the seat of his light wash denim jeans and the smell hit the air around him instantly. “Fuckkkkkk,” he whispered, as he watched my nose wrinkle in front of him.