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• Mommy Kay Loves Edging

  February 15, 2026

  Mistress Kay

  Sweet boy…

  Oh, my precious little one… already throbbing just from hearing Mommy’s voice? Good. That’s exactly where I want you—desperate, leaking, and completely under my control. Today we’re playing edging phone sex, and you’re not allowed to cum until I say so. Maybe not even then. Mommy decides.

  Strip for me, sweet boy. Slowly. Let me picture that needy cock springing free, already slick at the tip because you know what’s coming. Now wrap your hand around it—gentle at first. Just glide up and down, nice and slow. Feel every ridge, every vein pulsing for Mommy. Whisper my name with each stroke: “Kay… Mommy Kay…”

  Faster now. Grip tighter. Pump like you mean it—but stop. Hands off. Right at the edge. I want to hear that frustrated whimper over the phone. “Mommy, please…” Beg all you want, baby. Mommy loves when her sweet boy suffers so prettily for her.

  Again. Start slow, build up. Imagine my crimson nails tracing your balls, squeezing just enough to remind you who owns them. Edge closer… closer… then stop. Breathe. Count to ten for Mommy. One… two… good boy. You’re doing so well holding back. But we’re not done. Mommy wants you aching, dripping, ruined without release.

  One more round. Stroke hard and fast now—think of Mommy’s voice purring in your ear, my lips brushing your tip if you were lucky enough to kneel before me. Feel the pressure build, the heat, the desperate throb. You’re so close… so fucking close… and then—stop. Hands behind your back. No touching. Just throb for me, sweet boy. Let it hurt a little. That’s the point.

  If you’ve been very good—if you’ve sent a tribute to prove your devotion—maybe Mommy will let you finish next time. Or maybe I’ll keep you denied for days. Locked up, leaking, thinking only of me. Your orgasms belong to Mommy now. Call me, sweet boy. Let’s see how long you can last before you break.

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  Be good for me… or don’t — I enjoy the punishment just as much.
  You’ll behave for me eventually. They always do.
  — Kay 💋

• Mistress Kay – Financial Domination

  February 7, 2026

  Mistress Kay

  Sweetheart…

  I can still feel the way he stretched me, thick and unrelenting, while my favorite married paypig knelt in the corner wearing his prettiest pink dress — the one with the ruffled hem that barely covers his caged little clit.

  With me, draining a wallet is never just about the money. It’s about ownership. And this particular little sissy has given me everything: his secrets, his shame, his bank accounts, and most deliciously, his complete obedience.

  He sat there, lace stockings pulled tight, pink satin heels locked on, wig perfectly in place, watching every thrust as that big black cock claimed what will never be his. My back arched against the velvet headboard, full tits spilling over the top of my crimson corset, nipples hard from the sheer power of it all. Each deep stroke pushed more of his cum inside me until I was dripping, swollen, marked.

  And my sweet crossdressing paypig? He just whimpered. Because that’s what real ruin does — it turns jealousy into devotion, humiliation into addiction.

  When it was over I simply spread my thighs wider and crooked one finger. “Clean your Mistress, love.” He crawled forward on his knees, pink tulle rustling, lips trembling as he buried his face between my legs. Tongue lapping, sucking, swallowing every thick drop of another man’s release while I scrolled through his banking app — watching the balance drop with every fresh tribute he’d already sent just to be allowed in the room.

  “You want to go home and fuck your wife tonight, don’t you?” I purred, fingers twisting gently in his wig. “Want to pretend you’re still a man for a few pathetic minutes?”

  He nodded, face slick with cum and tears of need. “Please, Mistress Kay…”

  I smiled, slow and cruel. “Then show me how much I’m worth to you. Show me exactly how deeply you want to serve.”

  The notifications started coming fast — $100, $175, $225… Each one made my clit throb harder than the last. When the total crossed $500 I finally leaned down, voice low and velvet-wrapped steel.

  “That’s my good little bitch. You may go home and fuck your wife tonight… but only because you paid for the privilege. Only because you proved — again — that your orgasms, your marriage, your entire secret sissy life belong to me.”

  His wife still has no idea what a kinky, naughty little crossdressing slut he really is. She never will.

  But you… you’re already aching to take his place, aren’t you?

  Call me.
  Tribute first.
  Let me own you completely.

  Be good for me… or don’t — I enjoy the punishment just as much.
  You’ll behave for me eventually. They always do.
  — Kay 💋

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