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The Party
The Party …where being chosen feels better than being free. Written by: Delilah Synn There’s a certain kind of power in being chosen and an even deeper kind in knowing you belong exactly where you’re placed. Tonight wasn’t loud. It wasn’t messy. It was quiet control… soft laughter… heels on polished floors… and obedience that didn’t need to be asked twice. A room full of women who know exactly what they want and the men who understand their place. But you? You were different. You didn’t just follow, you stayed. And when the lights dimmed… when the doors closed… when everyone else disappeared into the night… You were still there. Still mine.
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How bad is that ache now?
Summary Just get to watch me touch myself, no play for you yet. How bad is that ache now? Is it overwhelming? Written by thesilentxwordsmith
Play Count: 974

Forbidden Fruit
A quiet, poetic confession of forbidden love, told from a place of clarity rather than impulse. What begins as reflection turns into acceptance, intimate surrender to desire, a conscious step into something known to be forbidden, and wanted anyway. Written by VeeAyOfficial
Play Count: 632

Christmas Eve - After Dark
You tried to behave. You didn’t. And tonight… you’re being handled accordingly. This Christmas Eve isn’t soft. It’s slow pressure, firm control, and that delicious moment when a brat realizes exactly who’s in charge. I don’t rush you. I don’t beg you. I break you down with intention until defiance turns into need and need turns into obedience. You wanted naughty. You earned consequences. Come kneel with me before midnight. This one is for my brats only.
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You Belong Under Me
You belong under me. Every breath, every sound, every twitch of your body — mine. In this session, I strip you down to obedience. You’ll learn to breathe when I tell you, stroke when I command, and stop the moment I whisper your name. I make you edge. I make you beg. I make you need me more than your next breath. By the end, you’ll understand exactly what it means to belong to me. “Say it again, slower this time — I exist to please you.”
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In the Mirror, My Good Girl
“I want you to watch yourself fall apart for me… slowly, beautifully, without shame.” Stand with me in front of the mirror. Feel my breath trace along your neck, my hands slide down your sides, and don’t look away. I want you to see what I see — every curve, every soft imperfection, every inch that makes you divine. Your body isn’t something to hide; it’s something to worship. It’s the story of every moment you’ve survived, and tonight, I’m going to make sure you remember how beautiful that story is. When I whisper my good girl, it’s not about control — it’s about truth. The truth that you are radiant, powerful, and endlessly worthy of love. So stay here with me. Watch yourself glow in the glass. And when I tell you to look… I want you to smile, because now you’ll see what I’ve seen all along — ✨ my beautiful, perfect good girl. ✨
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My good boy
Good Boys Listen When I say listen, you listen. When I say stay, you don’t move. Every word I speak wraps tighter around you… until all you can do is obey. Be still. Breathe. Be my good boy. Command. Control. Praise. Can you handle being told what to do?
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Devotion
The connection that forms in the spaces between us
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N. Somnia: A Journal Entry
Restless. Sleepless. Hungry. When the night refuses to give me rest, I take what I want instead. What starts as tossing and turning becomes something far more deliberate—my body needing more than sleep, craving him until I finally give in. “This is mine tonight.” Control shifts, desire builds, and release becomes the only cure for my insomnia. N. Somnia: A Journal Entry by Bre Stahls | 890+ words A confessional, intimate, and unapologetically raw piece that turns a sleepless night into something unforgettable.
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First Time Online
After weeks of flirting online, we finally hear each other’s voices for the very first time. You’re young, nervous, and already hard the second I start talking… and I love every second of it. I tease, guide, and command you through our first voice call—pushing you to the edge, pulling you back, and making you beg until I finally let you give me everything. Sweet praise, sharp control, and plenty of filthy instructions… this is how an older woman breaks in her eager boy.
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All Yours
Hear her beg, whimper, and confess how much she craves being owned. A trembling voice, a desperate plea, and raw submission. Surrender—moans, whispers, and a needy sub giving herself over completely.
Play Count: 1045