Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

Mark sat with his hands folded in his lap and his eyes fixed on the floor. Kayla sat to my left. She held Mark’s gold card between two of her perfectly manicured fingers, while admiring it like a trophy. “Stella, darling, shall we see how much he’s willing to sacrifice for our entertainment?” she asked, with a wink.

“Let’s!” I said, while watching the subtle tremor in his shoulders. “You know the rules, Mark. Four digits. If we guess correctly, the balance is ours. If we miss…well, the penalty for wasting our time is exactly the same.”

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449  

The heat of Hanoi at midnight was a living thing, thick with the scent of roasted coffee, exhaust, and blooming jasmine. I had returned to my boutique hotel room in the Old Quarter, eager to peel off my damp clothes and wash away the grime of the day.

I stripped down to a pair of black lacy underwear, tossing them onto the unmade bed, before slipping into the bathroom for a cold shower.

When I stepped back into the bedroom, towel wrapped tight around my chest, the air felt different. Thicker. Charged with a sudden, wild electricity.

Standing by the balcony doors, was my private guide from the afternoon. The polite, buttoned-up man who had navigated the bustling streets had vanished. He stood in the shadows, his shirt half-unbuttoned, revealing a broad, golden chest that gleamed in the ambient streetlights. Across his skin, faint, dark tiger stripes beneath the surface, pulsing with a life of their own.

But it was what he held in his hand that made my breath catch.

He was holding my discarded lacy underwear.

His eyes, now a brilliant, glowing amber with slit pupils, locked onto mine. He didn’t look ashamed; his gaze was fierce, predatory… Continue reading “Panty Sniffing Weretiger” →

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

David has the cutest little pink sissy dress. The kind with lots of frills and tulle under the skirt to make it poof out! So short it shows off the saggy cloth diaper he’s forced to wear underneath. It even has a handy little lock at the top of the zipper, but it broke. (Probably because of how much he struggles to get out of it when he’s embarrassed.) Taking the initiative, David knew it would need to be repaired by a professional, so he called me to ask if I’d write a letter for him to print out when he visits the seamstress. A letter that would instruct her in how to fix the zipper, and if there were other alterations I wanted made, I could add them.

I thought this was a brilliant idea and wrote up a little something so that she could get the job done exactly as I expected.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

Welcome to the Sissy Wives Club where you will learn how to sissify your husband for fun and profit! You are all here today because you found your sissy husbands snooping around in your lingerie drawers, or maybe even your daughter’s sock and panty drawers. I’m here to tell you that the only thing you can do is embrace it. That urge is permanent so make the most of it ladies. You will soon realize how lucky you truly are. I have everything you need to turn your life around. Before you know it, your sissy husband will be doing all of the laundry and hanging the delicates out on the clothesline to dry. You will not believe how meticulously they will take care of all of the clothing and house work. I even have these French maid uniforms if you’d like to purchase them for your sissy husband. Don’t worry, I have everything you could possibly need to transform your life. You will need a whole new sissy wardrobe for them. And they need their own sissy boudoir. They will be so happy that they will be willing to do absolutely anything for you. Even slutting themselves out.

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Gabrielle 1-844-332-2639 ext 469

I called up my friend Mike one night. I was feeling adventurous and wanted to try something new. Mike always had amazing and erotic ideas. I told him I didn’t want the idea over the phone, for him to just come over and surprise me. An hour later I heard my doorbell, and it was him, so I invited him inside.

We hung out in the living room because I wanted to see what twisted idea he could come up with. He just said one word, “Anal!” I was always interested in trying it but scared. He told me all about rim jobs, licking deep inside the asshole, smelling the ass, and lastly, fucking me with his huge nine-inch cock!

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I was waiting for my date to show up, when I heard the rumble of an engine in the distance. As soon as he pulled into my driveway, I barely registered the man in the helmet as someone I actually knew. My attention was elsewhere. My eyes were locked on his motorcycle. It was a matte-black cafe racer, with silver accents that caught the fading light in all the right places.

I found myself walking toward it before I realized what I was doing, as I reached out with my fingers hovered just inches from the tank. The surface was warm from the residual heat of the engine. It felt like touching something alive. I traced the line of the steel frame and sighed. It was a masterpiece, meant for speed and dominance, but I felt a strange, heady rush of desire. Not for the man who rode it, but for the machine itself.

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(844)-332-2639 ext 398

Tiny cocks make me giggle. I can’t help it. When a man pulls down his underwear and I find a little shrimpy, the laughter just erupts out of me. How could I ever take a dicklet seriously? It’s not like a real dick. A real dick would be capable of actually fucking me. A real cock stretches my tight teen pussy with each stroke. If I gave a tiny pricked loser a shot, all his little dick could do is rub between my pussy lips. The moment his prick dips into my tight honey pot, he’d explode and I wouldn’t have any fun.

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449 

He was so pathetic. Panting and whining, begging for my attention. The way he was right now, he’d do anything I told him. I wasn’t in the mood to indulge his pleading. I nodded to the chair in the middle of the room. “Sit.” My voice practically whips him into obeying. He scrambled to sit in the chair, and looked at me with glistening eyes.

“Take off your pants and spread your legs.” My voice still held the commanding tone. He nodded and wriggled out of his clothing. He spread his legs, but hid himself with his hands. I made a loud click with my high heel on the wood floor. “Did I say you could hide? Move your hands and show me.”

His face bloomed crimson and his eyes dropped to the ground. Pulling his hands slowly back, he revealed his cock. Already standing at attention and begging for attention. Just like his mouth had been earlier. “Look at that little thing. You really expect me to like such a pathetic nub?” A strangled noise came from his throat as his little cock twitched.

“Touch yourself.” I said, moving to sit in the chair across from him. His hand… Continue reading “A Good Little Boy” →

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

Joseph knew the rules about keeping his play area tidy after quiet time, yet the room looked as though a tornado had spontaneously passed through it. As soon as he saw me standing in the doorway, Joseph huddled in the corner with his hands crossed over his thick, crinkly diaper. It appeared as if he was trying to summon a look of false indifference, but we both knew he couldn’t fool Mama Cory.

Disciplinarian was never a role that I enjoyed, but it was an essential tether to the boundaries that kept Joseph and my other ABDL’s feeling safe and structured within their sessions. As I knelt down to his level, I could see his pulse in his throat, which was a clear indication that the initial bravado of his rebellion was rapidly fading into the realization of the consequences that were about to inevitably follow his actions.

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Little Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

Well, it was time for a visit with my naughty uncle. It’s been a year since we began our arrangement. Which was that he wouldn’t tell my parents about my job at the breastaurant and he would pay my rent IF I stayed in school and let him use my body for his sexual gratification any time he wants. He has a key to my apartment and shows up in the middle of the night frequently. But this is the deal. My landlord is also my sugar daddy. So I don’t even have to pay rent. And ever since I was Brandy’s model for her cosmetology school exam, I can’t stop thinking about it. The way she pulled that wax strip off of my pussy and made me squirt in the instructor’s face was so fucking hot. I want to do that every day. But I want to be the one making people squirt. I want to be a wax technician. So I’ve decided that I want to go to cosmetology school. I just had to figure out how to tell my uncle without upsetting him. He still could tell my parents about the breastaurant.

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