There's a moment when a request becomes a plea, when eagerness morphs into desperation, when the last remnant of dignity dissolves and you're just a helpless puddle of need. That's the sweet spot. That's the moment I relish, because that's when you truly become mine.

Tease and denial is an art. The young trollops with their lollipops and jean shorts may dabble in it, but they've yet to perfect it.  I, however, know how to sink a hook into you that sticks around even when I slip out of sight.

There's a flash of silence and it feels like you've been left alone with your own heavy breathing and gnawing hunger. Then my laughter curls around you, lapping at your skin like a flame.

"God, you're cute when you panic. Yes, I'm still here. Why don't you show me how grateful you are for my attention and how you'll do anything for just a little...more?"


~ Layla (866) 992-3258 ~

Ball Collecting Contest

Holly & I are having a contest! Yeah we're great friends and everyone knows I'm a huge fan of stuffing her tight teenage snatch with any one of my pastel-colored dildos. But competition is a good thing.  I mean, I certainly didn't end up as captain of the cheerleading squad my sophomore year by sitting on my ass. (There may have been some seducing and blackmail involved but that's a story for another day! LOL)

So anyway, there's this contest. A contest (that I'm going to win!) to see which of us can lay claim to the most new sets of blue balls in the next week. This is a casting call for fucktoys, sissy bitches, chastity toys, unfuckable little dicks and chronic masturbators. Call me at (866) 992-3258 and let me show you how my sweet honey-soaked voice and devilish mind can capture you by your balls, turn them blue and always leave you begging for more!

I'm the bitchy blonde teenager you've been dreaming of. And there's no telling what I might do to you!

~  Dominique (866) 992-3258  ~

New Neighbors and The Seeds of Sexual Obsession

I love getting new neighbors.

The entire process is filled with highlights and milestones, but there is nothing like the beginning, the first meeting. A flash of panic on the wife's face and you can see the sense of foreboding settle around her like a cloud. Perhaps she turns to her husband with a scowl to stem his widening eyes and jopped draw. Or maybe she studiously avoids looking at him, trying to will his inevitable arousal away by ignoring it.

He, naturally, is mesmerized and there is always an initial period where he forgets to conceal that inconvenient truth. He may have a vague sense that things are changing, but even the strength of that first powerful hard on doesn't clue him in on exactly what is happening.  He doesn't know yet how many times he'll scurry out of the house to walk the dog in a desperate attempt to catch a glimpse of me. Or how he'll encourage his wife to go out for a ladies night so he can plot an encounter of a more sustained sort.

It's like living next to a bakery and subsisting on a diet of tofu and rice cakes. I am the sugar rush he dreams of, his sexual obsession, the embodiment of his every erotic craving. 

 I know what I do to men. I revel in it. By the way, would you like some sugar?

~  Lillian (866) 992-3258  ~

Tucking and Taping Little Dicks

To the boys without bulges...

It's true there's no substitute for a big cock or the sight of a nice stiff package hanging large in a man's pants. But there is something adorable in their own way about itty bitty wee wees.  It makes it so much easier to hide a dick for cross dressing. And even if you you're still wearing guy clothes, if you don't have a nice big bulge to show off, you may as well hide it completely. I'm a huge proponent of taping and tucking little dick boys.  

See, there's a nice little spot on your body where your balls can be tucked away, like your own personal kangaroo pouch. You can tuck your wee wee down under your crotch and slip into some extra tight panties and you're good to go. You can even buy something called a gaffe for extra control.  And finally, if you don't have a gaffe or tight panties, you can actually use tape to hold yourself in place on a short term basis.  A nice smooth girly crotch area will let you shimmy around in a tight skirt or cute gay boi pants and show the whole world that the only way you're really any good for fucking is in your hot lil bum!! Call me now and I'll take care of those fucking duties!

~  Isabella (866) 992-3258  ~

Lingerie Shopping Again

Last night, I took a trip down to my favorite lingerie store and treated myself to five new pairs of stockings. I *love* buying stockings and lingerie, and even more, I love the looks I get from men also shopping in the store. They may be off in the magazine section, or checking out the latest pocket pussy, but I can see them stealing furtive glances at me. It’s so cute how they try to be discreet, and fail miserably. They’re always gazing at my legs, encased in some type of stockings, and my knee-high boots. I like to tease them; I’ll walk by slowly, gazing directly into their eyes with a knowing smile on my lips. I may “accidentally” drop one of my items near them, so they will pick it up and try to see what it is before handing it back to me. Maybe it’s sheer, cuban-heel, thigh highs, or perhaps a fishnet bodystocking with the open crotch. I do love strutting around in my bodystockings.

~ Stella (866) 992-3258 ~

Come With Me and Be My Girl

I take such joy in helping you cultivate a sense of your own femininity. When we talk about your life, I pluck out the tiny details that you think noone notices, the "tells" that betray your innate girlishness. I teach you how to revel in them and emphasize them, so even more people might pick up on our little secret and be drawn into our special world.

When we talk, our giggles and whispers weave a whole world out of thin air. It's a light, gossamer place stuffed with satin and lace, the rich ruby pigment of Dior lipstick and the sparkle of gems. It rings with the click clack of your high heels and the high-pitched whimpers you make when you come like a woman.

They can call it feminization, sissification, phone sex for girly boys or whatever else. You and I know it's more than just that, don't we? This is where we build you, piece by exquisite piece, into what you are mean to be.

~ Layla (866) 992-3258 ~

Begging, Crying & Orgasm Denial Phone Sex

I love sharing my toys!  Joining forces with another girl, consulting on assignments and punishments, giggling and conspiring while my blueballed bitch squirms... So fun! And it turns out that I especially love sharing with Dominique.

That girl is just diabolical!  We have a shared sissy boi in chastity that keeps bouncing back and forth between us, wheedling for permission to soak his favorite new ruffle butts. He's getting more and more desperate every day. Dominique tells me he actually burst into tears last time. OMG I want some sweet sissy tears.  I think I'd particularly like riding his face while he sobbed into my pussy.  Yum!!!

~ Holly (866) 992-3258 ~

My Amateur Cuckold Porn

Men are visual creatures. Isn't that what they say?

And a picture is worth a thousand words. And the proof is in the pudding.  So you see, I didn't just do it because it was fun (though it was!), I did it because it was educational.

What did I do?

I made a couple of wild, raunchy, balls-to-the-wall sex videos with my favorite bull.  (No, you can't see them.  LOL  Privacy!  But thanks for asking.). And then I made one with my husband.  The first one was an action film, complete with special effects, big explosions and all kinds of fun shit.  The second one was a comedy of errors.

My poor mopey cuckold still occasionally whines about the unfairness of his orgasm-deprived life. Sometimes I'll gag him with a pair of my cream-soaked panties or climb on top and queen him just to shut him up, but I did think this would be a more instructive option. I can tell him all day long that I cheat because he's an unsatisfying fuck and that my pussy requires a higher caliber of cock. But the next time he complains, I can just sit him down and make him rewatch our little homemade documentary.
He'll see me sweating and panting and begging for my bull's big black cock and then he'll see the withering boredom on my face when he tries to make something happen with his wee widdle weeny.


~ Ashton (866) 992-3258 ~

Cuckold Tags Along

I love the idea of letting my cuckold husband go incognito and shadow me on a date. It's agony and delight all rolled up into one big old ball of angst. He gets to see me dressed to the nines and unused:  stockings not yet ripped, hair not yet tousled from a raucous fuck, fire engine red lipstick not yet smeared all over the biggest cock I could get my hands on. But it's also painful to watch me flirting and sparkling all over another man: the way my lips hover playfully near his ear whispering filthy promises, the way my fingernails dance lightly over his skin, the way my tongue glides over my lips just before I move in for a kiss. 

And my poor cucky, for his part, would have to struggle to blend in with the crowd as he scurries after us.  Perhaps I'd have specially selected his outfit in advance to make that a particularly difficult task.  Would I opt for full on forced crossdressing or would I simply wedge him into a very tight pair of pants that hug his painfully tiny cuckold penis?

Either way, if my date catches on that my humiliated husband is stalking us, the gig is up.  So he has to be very careful.  Even if he catches us slipping into a supply closet for a little quick'n'dirty, he has to keep his suffering under wraps. 

I do so love a man with a stiff upper lip. 

But it's even better when the facade crumbles...

~ Layla (866) 992-3258 ~

Mall Report

Mall Report:

- Saw a couple walking around and I swear to God the guy had dried cum on his face. I pointed it out to my friend Hayley and we both burst out laughing.  I wanted to high five the chick that clearly made it happen. Girl power!

- New pair of 7 For All Mankind Jeans. They looked so good, I had to wear them out of the store. Yeah, my ass always gets a lot of attention, but yesterday was crazy. A couple of those guys were ready to sacrifice virgins in its honor. Haha. Ass worship FTW!

- Sour, wrinkly old biddies who go ape shit when they catch their men look at me. I always giggle and blow a kiss!

- Is it wrong to have security guard rape fantasies?  Cause this one man looked so yummy in his uniform I was about to shoplift something just so I could get him all alone in a back room! 

- Finally, my favorite mall game. Pick the poor blueballed loser!  We love pointing out which guys we think haven't gotten to blow their load in weeks.  Think I could pick you out of the masses?


~ Holly (866) 992-3258 ~

Glitter Sluts, Footlickers & Diapered Boys Oh my!

Glitter Brigade:  I'm totally a glitter whore so I'm amassing a whole brigade of glitter boys. 3 sissies in the last month have been assigned to buy a pair of panties and decorate them in big swirls and splashes of sparkles.  For extra bonus points, buy a pink glitter pen and write Property of Miss Faith in your prettiest script. 

Diaper Dumpling: I'm a born babysitter and I have all kinds of fun games to play with my favorite charges. But sometimes I've got to be a disciplinarian, too, and I have no qualms about popping you in a diaper like I did to baby T this week.  You should have heard him blubber!

Cum Stuffing:  Eagle-Eyed Officer Faith caught another bad boy jacking off, in his car on a public street no less!  Johnnycakes thought he'd get a chance to clean up the evidence before anyone knew better, but nope!  

A dirty, dirty footlicker was called into his boss's office to discuss his penchant for ogling the sandled feet of his co-workers.  I made him tell me in explicit detail how he dreams of lapping the sweet, sweaty soles and having those toes caress his quivering nose. That little barefoot lover is now on company probation and will be called in every week to give an account of exactly what it is he's using as stroke fodder

Fun week so far!  What's next?


~ Faith ~

Forced Addiction

I like my toys helpless. I like them eager. I like them... addicted.

I plan to make sure that you wake up every morning with Me (and the things you do for Me) on your mind. All those cravings that you've had? The ones that come and go, sometimes creeping up when you least expect it? You know how you try to fight them and minimize them?

Not anymore, baby! Get ready for full-time, inescapable, balls-to-the-wall sexual obsession!!

Think of me as your personal perversion therapist. You'll come to Miss Sasha for weekly sessions where you confess every dirty driving need of yours. We'll explore all of your kinks and taboo fantasies, using them to tailor your personal twelve step program to maximize your sexual addiction. I want your balls to belong to me, and I know just had to do it.

I'll get inside your head, enchanting you with my voice, mesmerizing you with my words and imagery, ensuring that you spend your days in erotic thrall to your new Mistress. We'll utilize talk therapy to make sure you live each day hovering on the edge of orgasm, your mind flooded with vivid imagery. We'll create sexual rituals that reinforce your addiction to me and the orgasms I control. Call Mistress Sasha and begin your cum control training today!


~ Sasha (866) 992-3258 ~

Enforced Masturbation & Cum Milking Marathon

I have a lovely weekend planned. For myself, anyway. I'll be sipping sangria and enjoying the slow swish of the fan drifting over my skin. There's something a little colonial about lazing around, relaxing and staying cool while he's slaving away for me, laboring until the sweat pops on his brow and he's panting like a dog.

This weekend is going to be a forced masturbation marathon for a certain nervous man of my acquaintance. I've given him a very demanding (some would even say oppressive) meat-beating and cum-milking schedule. There will be hours upon hours of stroking, rubbing, slapping and squeezing it. Sometimes he'll be diddling his dick even when it's soft, laid low from a fresh orgasm. Of course, a limp dick is never a good thing so there will have to be consequences for going too long without a woody. Those will be a surprise.

I'll set the tempo and adjust it on a whim, laughing and snapping my fingers when it's time to pick up the pace or soothing him like a baby when his whacking gets too fevered.
He has a special bowl all picked out. Call it a chalice of cum-milking champions. Every drop of his sticky juice will be milked right into that bad boy. Maybe at the end of the weekend, if he's done a very good job, it will be poured over his head, champagne-at-the-Superbowl style and he can celebrate, exhausted but proud of a job well-done.

Awww. Are you a wee bit jealous?

Okay, we can get started training you, too.

~ Layla (866) 992-3258 ~

Cuckold Orgasm Denial

I believe a man has to earn every orgasm he gets. Some of them earn it by fucking me so hard my thighs quiver or by stretching my pussy with a big, meaty cock. But my poor cuckold husband can't really use those methods. Four inches of bubblegum-soft loser dick doesn't earn him a damn thing.
It's been a couple months since I've let him blow a load. He snuck one in while I was out shopping with friends. Too bad he's such a piss poor liar because when I did my weekly masturbation inquisition, he didn't do a very good job covering up his guilt and shame for trying to do it on the sly. That earned him a week in the 'cage' which is what we call our cb-6000.

Now the only way he's going to get to blow the big wad his tiny testicles have been saving up is to bring me home a man. A big man. A man that's up to my standards. A man that can both make my thighs quiver and stretch my pussy.
At first he stubbornly refused. He said it was a whole new layer and level of degradation and it was bad enough having to see me and hear me with my lovers but being sent out to fetch one like a puppy dog? That was too much.

It's amazing what two months of orgasm denial can do to a man. The effects of cum restriction are exactly what I'd hoped. He's brought home one already but he wasn't quite up to the standards I've instituted. Oh, don't get my wrong, I fucked him while my poor trembling cuck hubby watched. And he did stretch me somewhat, leaving my cum-bathed pussy in need of my husband's soft tongue afterward.

He didn't make my thighs quiver, though, so it's back to the drawing board for the poor cuck. Or the club where he's going to try to fetch and carry me a real man.

~ Ashton (866) 992-3258 ~

Southern Boys & Anal Fucktoys

I've always had a thing for southern boys. I love the slow, honeyed way they drawl, "Yes, ma'am" and bob their heads in an almost submissive little click of acknowledgement. I think I could be quite content to amass an entire harem of fellas, plucked from Georgia and Louisiana and Alabama and the Carolinas. I'd be willing to take some Yankees, too. (Lord knows one of my favorite panty boys is from Boston and I'm not leaving him out!) You'll just have to audition and be willing to undergo some training in Miss Layla's Finishing School of Decorum and Sluttiness.

So my summer vacation in the south was just as wonderful as you'd imagine. Yes, there was sweltering, but I don't sweat so much as glisten. And there was no shortage of panting young men eager to lap the little droplets of moisture from my heated thighs. I made particularly close friends with the young man who checked me into my hotel. You really should hear all the lurid details personally. Anal orgasms are a wonder to behold. I'm afraid the poor darling will never be the same. And neither shall you...

That particular experience has put me in quite the mood for anal exploration chat. I love swapping stories, details and tips. I want to hear how your pretty pink rosebud clenched up and was slowly relaxed and eased open by the teasing of velvety fingertips. Or tell me about the hot, throbbing jab of a dildo / cock / butt plug shoved into you for the first time and the wash of crimson humiliation staining your cheeks.

Let me talk you through curling your fingers to get at your prostate, or listen to your whispered confessions of ass fucking fantasies, or help you shop for the right toys to make your already well-used fuckhole gape.

I'm in the mood for "asstastic" play. Join me?

~ Layla (866) 992-3258 ~

Girls Like Me

Some girls want what they can't have. I don't have that problem. Reckon it's cause I can get whatever I want. 

I want what I shouldn't have.

I don't just want you to buy me a ring. I want you to steal your wife's wedding ring when she's sleeping and have it re-sized for my finger.

I don't just want the usual assortment of licking and fucking school girl fantasies.  I want the really dirty, unspeakable things you're not supposed to talk about, much less do!

I'm not the girl your mama warned you about. 

Your poor sweet mama didn't even KNOW girls like me EXISTED. 

But you will!!

~ Holly (866) 992-3258 ~

Little Dick Gallery of Shame

I have a thing for cocks.  And, whatever they tell you to the contrary, girls are very visual creatures.   I love the sight of a really luscious dick as it stiffens and unfolds: the way the wrinkles smooth out and the head pops up.  I can actually close my eyes and flip through a little mental slideshow of all the best ones I've fucked, like a parade of champions.

But I can also see all the useless mini pricks, too.  The also-rans who came to me for attention, hoping desperately for some kind of rags-to-riches story where the poor, malnourished little vagrant hits it big.  Or, you know, the shrivelly little loser gets the hot girl.

But I don't do charity fucks.

I love sex and I'm damn good at it.  It would be an injustice to waste myself on someone who can't hold up his end of the bargain.  I have high standards so naturally there has been a long line of rejects.  Curious where you'd line up in the ranks?


Little Dick Tip #2:   Spend 10 minutes each day trying to stretch your dick.  Methods vary and you can call me for specific suggestions.  But it's important that you're diligent and dedicate yourself to it.  Measure yourself after each session to check for improvement.  Of course it won't work. But despair is good for the little dick soul. 


~ Audrey (866) 992-3258 ~

Forced Masturbation Without Orgasm (This is what eternity tastes like.)

Here's my thing: I'm insatiable. Nymphomaniac, wanton little cock whore, relentless ball wringer -- call me what you want. But I expect multiple orgasms and few men can keep up.

So...expect an audition. I'll make you stroke for me. Hours of you rubbing and rubbing and holding back while I enjoy orgasm after orgasm. When you get close to release, I'll spread my thighs and show you my pussy, the prize you're holding out for. But you won't get that prize until you've been trained, tested and proven worthy.

Want a taste? Want to pop your pecker in for just one stroke with me squeezing my sweet cunt around you? Ok. Just one. Don't you dare come, though. You have hours more to go.

~ Faith ~

The Best Kind of Poison

Wanna know a secret about me? I am greedy, greedy, greedy!!

There's a reason I wander around in itty bitty shorts, licking ice cream cones and smiling up at you like that what's in my mouth already just isn't enough. I'm like one of those pretty flowers that turns out to be packed with poison. But you've just gotta lean in and touch anyway, don't you?

I'm gonna slip right up close so you can smell me, all bubble gum and teenage sweetness. Maybe you'll even get to cop a little feel.

Then? When you're so wound up you can't even think straight and you're pretty sure all you need in the whole wide world is my half-naked body doing dirty things to you?

That's when you'll feel my fingers slippin' right into your wallet or slowly peeling the wedding ring off your finger.

But by then you won't even care.

~ Holly ~

Little Dick Training School

I prefer my cocks big and thick and pulsing, the kind that can stretch my pussy open, make me gasp, moan, scream and still wake up the next day craving more. In a perfect world, I could spend all day focusing on the sexy, monster cocks of my dreams.

But the world isn't perfect, is it? It's got swarms of little dick losers fluttering around, clamoring for the attention of ladies who are way out of their league (like me)!  Some of them don't even know how thoroughly inadequate they are and how unpleasant (not to mention comical!) it is when they try to inflict their squishy, stubby, sad little pricks upon us.

But I aim to fix that.

I'm making it my mission to try to educate the wee ones, help them understand their place, institute some kind of new world order where those guys only get to cum after they've done something to contribute to the pleasure of a hot girl.  (I know, I'm like Mother Teresa, only sexier). And, since they can't contribute to our pleasure the old-fashioned way, we have to be a little more creative.

I'm now offering personalized tutorials and regimens for paltry-pricked boys and dickless bitches.  To get started today, call 866-992-3258 & ask for Audrey. Also, keep an eye on this blog, where I'll be posting helpful hints, extra credit assignments and perhaps even some props for those who embrace my program wholeheartedly.

Little Dick Tip #1:  Your crotch area should not have pubic hair.  Mini dicks can easily get lost in there!  Smooth, bald and babyish looking. That's the ticket!


~ Audrey ~

I'm A Giver

I'm a giver.

Some ladies just take and take. But not me, my darlings. No, Miss Layla is a giver.

I give the kind of slow, teasing tugs that make your cock pop to attention like a tiny, panting little puppy.

I give firm, ass-cracking punishments to the tender bottoms draped helplessly over my lap.

I give my silken, slick-lipped pussy for you to slurp and suck until your face is sopping with my sugary juices.

I give big, plump nipples for you to suckle and feed on like my breathless, hungry baby.

Best of all, I give you the kind of throbbing, tormented blue balls that make you gasp "Anything, anything, Mistress!" if only I will relieve your agony...

~ Layla (866) 992-3258 ~

Willing Asses All In a Row

Listen up, sluts.  I just got a new Feeldoe and I'm looking for the perfect ass to try it out on.

What's a Feeldoe and why is it better than other dildos? I can't wait to teach you and your trembling, oh-so-poundable fuck hole personally.  But until then, picture a strapless doubleheader dildo that's held in place by the half that goes in my pussy.  Every time I drive it into you, it also gets worked harder and deeper up inside me.  As you can imagine, that gives me plenty of personal incentive to make it a nice hard ride.   You'll get to feel my juices sliding down your ass cheeks and hear me cumming as I give you the little bitch boy ride of your life!

So crawl on over to me know and spread 'em for me, fucktoy!  Mistress is ready for some fun.

~ Sasha (866) 992-3258 ~

He has no idea what he's in for.

I've been on a stocking / garter belt binge, this week, buying and trying out new combinations to torment a particular gentleman.  He's married, so very, very married and his wife is a smidge on the frumpy side.  Perhaps you know the type or, better yet, are the type?  

I can tell by the way he looks at me every morning when we're at Starbucks that I've taken over a sizable portion of his fantasy real estate. I wonder what kind of wanton slut he imagines me to be.  I bet he gets it slightly wrong.  I think he imagines I'd satisfy his every wild, horny fantasy in one wild cum soaked night.

I'm kind of encouraging him to think that, actually, with the smiles and the deliberate flashes of thigh and pretty satin panties.  And I do look the part of the sweet, accommodating secretary, right?

But he is so wrong.  When he finally gets me alone, it's going to be all about my pleasure.

I just might make him crawl in that fancy business suit of his.  He's gonna have to forgo the blowjobs he's plotting, the poor guy.  It will be my smooth sopping-wet pussy that grinds against his lips while my stockings graze his cheeks.  It will be me that uses him for my pleasure, working him over then laughing and waving away his hard on when he expects his own turn.

He may think he knows blueballs, but he has no idea just how bad they can be.

Yet.

~ Willow (866) 992-3258 ~

Cuckolding Justification: 10 Reasons to Cheat on Husband

10 reasons to cheat on my husband:

1: The look on his face when he walks in the door and sees my pussy getting plowed is priceless! 
2: How else am I going to get a big load of cum so I can feed him a hot, sloppy cream pie?  
3: Have you ever seen a black cock? They're huge. I like big things damn it.  Big diamonds, big credit limits, big dicks!
4: No way in hell am I letting that little panty wearing husband of mine touch me.  I am so out of his league.
5: I've already been stretched open by bigger dicks and his doesn't even stay in!
6: I like having a photo album of all the cock I get.  My man makes the perfect photographer.
7: Gotta give the neighbors something to gossip about.
8: The bed gets cold when hubby is working overtime to pay off that vacation my lover and I took a few months ago.
9: My husband has exquisite taste in lingerie. No reason letting all that lovely stuff go to waste. I need someone manly enough to tear it off me.
10: It keeps my cuckold so horny he can't think straight. Then I can manipulate him into doing exactly what I want. Care to know what that is?

~ Ashton (866) 992-3258 ~  

Heeeeeey Pervert!!

Fuck I love perverts!! Especially the old ones.  I'm constantly catching them staring at me at the mall and sometimes they even follow me around.  Do you think little hotties like me don't notice?

LMAO!

Oh we notice, Mister!! In fact that's why I wear such tight jeans to begin with.  They're sorta like my spider web. It's how I catch ya!

Then I get to smirk and march right up to you and tell you that I made your boner so it's mine to do whateeeeeevvver I want with!

Wanna know what I'm gonna do with it? 

Hee hee! Call me to find out!  

~ Holly (866) 992-3258 ~

Masturbation Maven

There will be a schedule. I am a fan of such things.  A proscribed number of strokes for each day of the week.  We'll dive in with a heavy masturbation load on Monday, maybe 500 firm, tight strokes to get the week off to a good start and the pace will continue hot and hard through Tuesday, where you will be required to edge incessantly.  Wednesday will be a day of rest, only 1-2 strokes an hour, the slow languid kind that makes your cock ache for more attention.

More specifics will come later, but you get the idea, don't you?  You enlist in cock control with Layla and you sign your dick over to me.  Just wait to see what I do with it.  

You're going to love it.  

And hate it.  

You'll feel the same way about me. 

But you'll keep coming back. They always do.

(866) 992-3258  

~ Layla (866) 992-3258 ~

It's good to be the Key Mistress

Something about putting a cock under lock and key just makes me giggle with glee. I can find the perfect chastity belt for a thick, throbbing monster cock or a wriggly little wimpy worm. But there's nothing like the sound you guys make when you know that you're going to be kissing your manhood, your pleasure and your freedom goodbye for a term of MY choosing,  Oh, the way you'll beg! The offers of service, presents, promises and other assorted forms of cajoling that drip from your lips when you're trying to earn a little release.  

Imagine the gentle brush of my fingers on the rest of your body, the way I lean in and let my curves glide against you, working you up to a fevered pitch.  My taunting tongue snaking against the back of your neck and then me whispering in your ear, "If only you were free to ravage me." I shrug one shoulder.  "Guess I'll have to find someone who's a little more...free."

~ Layla (866) 992-3258 ~