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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

His name was Daniel. He was devoted in the way that every part of him was constructed for my worship. He brought me coffee every morning. His hands trembled slightly, his eyes were already downcast in anticipation of my day. He kept my world in a perfect, silent order. It was too clean, though. That type of perfection is a vacuum and I am not a creature of neat spaces.

I chose Marcus for his crude vitality. Where Daniel was porcelain, Marcus was raw iron. I didn’t invite him over. Instead, I commanded Daniel to arrange it. The look on his face when I issued his instructions was priceless. “You will serve us drinks, you will address him as ‘Sir.’ Most importantly, you will watch.”

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Serving the Kids but Catering to Daddy

Mary 1844-332-2639 ext 350

I thought the first year of college was going to be a struggle, seeing how my parents couldn’t afford to support me. My only interest was serving kids and catering to Daddy. I needed a job quickly, one that offered room and board and a hot meal. I responded to an ad for a live-in nanny. When I arrived at the house, a man answered the door. He was tall, handsome, and looked stressed. He knew right away I was there for the nanny position. He told me his wife was leaving for Spain for work, and he was going to need some help with the kids while she was away. He told me how much the pay was, showed me my bedroom, which was in the fully finished basement of the house. The house was huge. I basically had my own apartment down there. There was one room, he said was off limits, so I agreed not to go in there.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Today is February 13th. The eve of the great lie. And that, my darlings, is why you must spoil me. First, the obvious. Spoil me to prove you can. The florist delivers on Valentine’s Day. The cliché. But a bouquet of black calla lilies arriving today, a day early, at my door, not hers? That’s a secret. That’s power. It whispers, “I am thinking of you while I am picking out the safe, red roses for my boring wife.”

Spoil me for the silence I keep. Your wife asks how your day was and you say, “Fine. I had a long budget meeting.” You weren’t in a meeting. You were here, with the curtains drawn, tasting the expensive caviar you told her you were saving for a “special occasion with the guys.” I am the living, breathing secret you tuck into your suit pocket. Simply put, I don’t call. I don’t text at inopportune times, either. My discretion is an art form and good art is never cheap.

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Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Miss Anna was walking home from the bodega with her arms full of bags. She balanced herself well in her heels still strutting down the sidewalk. Just as she almost reached home, one of her bags ripped, and her items spilled all onto the concrete.

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Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

John came to my regular dungeon office to beg me to set him up on a job. He wanted to be used and abused to two huge men. It was his fantasy. I made my regular calls and found Chad and Chaz. They were more than up for the challenge. With dicks at least eight to ten inches long and just as thick to match, they knew they could tear John apart.

I started with my six-inch dildo, and I slowly shoved it in John’s mouth and down his throat. I wanted to hear him choke and gag and beg me for a bigger thicker cock. As he was gagging I said, “I think you can take one even bigger than this.” Chad came in the room already naked with his eight-inch cock swinging from side to side. John looked at it with wide eyes and said, “bigger than this?” I laughed and guided Chaz in the room with his ten-inch cock swinging about.

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Cory 1-877-332-2639 ext 407

I’m a woman with a penchant for Prada and a talent for turning pitiful, low-status men into personal ATMs. My specialty? Convincing pathetic loser betas to drain their meager savings so I can buy another designer handbag or book a spontaneous trip to Bali. It’s not just about the money, though. It’s about power. The sweet, syrupy kind that comes when a man with a Netflix-and-chill résumé hands me his Black Card like it’s a sacred offering.

The process is almost artful. I spot them before the see me. Shiftless guys in ill-fitting suits, with confidence levels lower than the tips some of you leave at brunch. I approach with a smile that could thaw the Arctic and a voice that purrs like a V8 engine. Then I start complimenting their “untapped potential,” pretending to be “starving artist” or “aspiring entrepreneur” (code for “I need money but also validation”). By the third round of $25 drinks, they’re confessing their deepest insecurities while I nonchalantly swipe their credit card for a “gift” that costs $300. As far as I’m concerned, it’s an investment in my affections.

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

Let me tell you about the time I scared my captor.  One minute I was walking down a dark alley.  The next minute I found myself waking up tied and gagged in an unfamiliar room.  I blinked and looked around.  Finally, I spotted a masked man sitting off to the side watching me as I gathered my bearings.  “What am I doing here?” I asked.  My question came out muffled behind the gag in my mouth.  He reached forward and tugged the gag out of my mouth.  “What am I doing here?” I asked again, clearly this time.  He grinned what I assumed was supposed to be an evil filled grin and told me that he’d taken me to be his personal play thing.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

“Thank you so much for meeting with me Dr. Julie. I have an embarrassing issue. It’s not easy for me to talk about. I feel a lot of shame and guilt. And it’s not easy for me to admit this. But, well how can I put this? You see, my husband and I didn’t have sex before marriage. I never would have married him, had I’d known. When I saw it on our wedding night, I was horrified. Of course I had never thought of packing a magnifying glass. But I desperately needed one to find it. It was microscopic. An itty bitty, teeny weeny, tiny penis. My wet pussy dried up in an instant. I lost all sexual desire that night. I feel horrible but I’m not sexually turned on by him at all. And now my thoughts have begun to wonder. I’m reluctant to admit this Dr. Julie. But I’ve been fantasizing about huge hard cocks. I want one so badly that I’ve even been thinking about cheating on him. I don’t know what to do. That’s why I’m here. I hope you can help me.” She confessed.

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Nail Day Part Three

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

Mimi swept the last brush of shalac over my nails, and I tucked them under the blue light to cure. My shirtless, rock-hard puppet still knelt beside me. My toes teased his pulsing length while the end of his leash rested in my lap. “Ready for your pedicure, Miss?” I pulled my hands free of the light to inspect my new claws. They were perfect, coffin shapes. Long and sharp. I dragged them down Jon’s chest and grinned.

“More than ready.” As I stood, my puppet began to stand as well. I tapped his nose with a long nail and shook my head. “Crawl.”

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

His name is Mark. He is tall, dark‑haired, and he wears a suit that looks like it was made for him. I felt a strange heat in my chest when I saw him. I told myself it was just nerves because I really needed the merger to go through.

We sat across a long table. Papers were spread out, charts on the screen, coffee steaming in the corners. I asked about his company’s goals. He answered with a calm voice that made my thoughts drift. I could see his eyes flicker to my lips when I spoke.

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