Tag: Role-Play

Naomi 844-332-2639 ext 216

I saw the ad on the app for an option position as secretary.  I applied and ended up hired on the spot.  He seemed desperate for help.  The first day on the job, I realized he needed more than simple clerical help.  He needed the secretary to take charge.

I know men and their sensitive egos.  So, I slowly took over everything in the office.  He went with everything I “suggested” without any resistance.  That’s when I knew I was the right woman for this job.  I began to be more direct and forceful with my control over him and his business.

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Dangerous

xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

Walking home, all alone, I was blissfully unaware that I was being followed. Skipping along the side of the road in my pleated schoolgirl skirt and knee-high stockings, the music in my ears was all I could think about. I didn’t consider the fact that my white cotton panties showed every time I kicked my knees up to skip or how dangerous it was to be unaware.

I think it was when I stepped onto my porch, that first step, that I realized something was off. A sixth sense kicked in as I pushed the key into the door. Much too late, however, to save me from the dangerous man who had followed me home.

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The pussy bandit had struck again.  London and I had been on this case for months.  We’d collected so much evidence and had several suspects in our sights.  Thanks to our crime scene investigation unit we’d narrowed it down to who we were pretty sure was the guilty party.  We’d obtained our arrest warrant and London was ready and biting at the bit to go get our suspect.  I told her even though we were pretty sure we still had to remember innocent until proven guilty.  We were just to collect the evidence and perform the interview for the district attorney.  London pumped her fist in the air, we’re going to get a confession for sure!

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Dangerous VORE

Posted 1 year ago by Francie

xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

Once you acquire a particular appetite, it’s impossible to ignore. A friend invited me over for a rare delicacy, and only after I’d agreed not to tell a soul what we would consume did she tell me what was on the menu. It was laughable at first; how could one eat shrunken men? That isn’t possible or real. Shrinking people is just a fantasy? A lore or myth…

Or so I thought. I’d been invited to participate in a little VORE. So we huddled together at her kitchen counter as she opened an intricate puzzle box. I peered over the lid, and there they were. Six tiny naked men! They looked terrified as the lid lifted and shone the bright kitchen light on them. Tiny hands flew up to cover their eyes, and I saw how hard their little cocks were.

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Being the village virgin is incredibly hard work.  I always have to be on the look out for natural disasters.  Because if the “gods” aren’t happy, I’m the first one offered up as a sacrifice.  Trust me, I’ve tried to get fucked so that I can pass the mantle on to the next poor virginal girl.  But every other girl in this fucking village has snatched up all the prime cock and claimed it for themselves.  Because none of them want to be the next village virgin.  Wouldn’t you know this summer was a drought?  Sure he enough, here came the village elders to grab me, tie me up, and serve me on a golden platter for the Tarasque that inhabits our local forest.

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jailbait

By Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410

There was a rumor going around town that a bad man lived in the house next to mine. A man who would do really bad things to really sweet girls. The police knew he liked curvy snacks that were much too young for a bad man like him to be tasting. However, they could never find any proof.

They needed some teen jailbait and knew just who to ask.

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Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410

You’ve made a BIG mistake, Daddy. I’ve told you several times now, I’m a big girl, and I’ll do as I please! Don’t take my toys away! If I wanna stay in my room and masturbate all day on the phone with random men, I should be allowed! But you never stay in your lane, Daddy. You overstepped and cleaned out my room while I was out with friends.

You stole ALL of my vibrators and other fun sex toys. Someone is going to have to teach you a lesson, and I’m happy to do the job.

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My agency got me a photoshoot interview for a magazine ad.  I would go and have 10 pictures taken along with about 20 other girls.  Then the client would go through the pictures and pick a model to represent their brand.  I wanted to job badly.  Very badly, actually.  So, I made plans to make sure that I would be the only model with decent pictures for the client to see.  Because I knew the photographer as a weakness for nasty dirty sex.  I knew I was the temptress model who would do whatever it took to get the job.

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Do you have what it takes to be a dominatrix? This type of job is not for the timid or weak kind of woman. You have to put them in their place to understand what is required. You need to be able to command a room with just a look. And your submissive men will know you are in control. They must always understand who is in control, no matter the situation. You will also have to train your submissive men to come when called. Do not lollygag and pussyfoot around. Their attention should never divide when their mistress is in the room. Continue reading “Sexology 101: How To Be A Dominatrix?” →

The Pied Piper came into town handsome and tall, wearing leather pants and black boots.  The sun glistened off his bare chest and glinted off of the flute hanging from his belt.  All of the girls seemed entranced just by how the flute bounced off his thigh as he walked.  He made his way through the village, strolling right up to the king’s castle and asking for an audience.  When it was granted, he told the king that he’d heard of the ogre terrorizing our village and promised to make him go away if the king promised the crown princess’s hand in marriage.  The princess was already ogling the visitor, so the king agreed to the proposal.  So, the Pied Piper left and soon returned with the head of the ogre gripped in his masculine, strong hands.

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