So do you mind telling me what all of this is?

I mean this whole entire time I thought I was giving you what you needed, I thought all of my attempts to turn you on and please you were what you needed and come to find out this whole time you’ve been looking at porn. And not just any old “normal” porn but humiliation? If I had know this whole time that you were just a loser bitch, I wouldn’t have wasted my time trying on you. BUT I also could have given you everything you craved. So get down on your fucking knees, bitch and admit it to me. Tell me you’re a loser.

So we don’t need this porno anymore. You’ve got me. And since I don’t fuck losers, I’m going to get myself a real man to fuck but I’ll keep you as my submissive around to use. I mean this must be a huge relief. I’m not leaving you AND I am giving you EXACTLY what you desire.

Throbbing with dick in your hand but I never gave you instruction to start stroking. Your hands are off your cock…. my cock. I own your cock.

Right now I just want you to stare at me while I tease you with my body. And I don’t want you stroking at all. Feeling that throbbing ache, letting it bounce and drip for me. Hands off enjoying the show. How hard and desperate are you for me to allow pumping? But you’re not stroking. You’re not pumping. You’re not fucking that f1st. Hands off of my cock because I would hate you to take a couple of pumps, explode and ruin my show. So we’re not ruing the show. We’re going to keep sitting there with our hands off my cock.

…okay, I’m ready to give it to you now.

Here we go… 10… 9… 8…

Hey big spender, the house just informed me of your big win and sent me up here with a bottle of bubbly to celebrate! I can see you haven’t wasted any time enjoying your winnings. Why don’t you let me take a photo of you rolling around on your chips, it might turn out better than a selfie. And let me guess, you plan to share your winnings by visiting a strip club? Well, why don’t I take care of all of that for you. I’ll give you a little lap dance and take some snapshots of you in all your glory. Go on, finish up your drink for me and then I’ll putitty the chips in a safe place.
Bottoms up!
You aren’t looking so hot. In fact you aren’t looking good at all… why don’t you letitty me take those clips and puttity them where they are safe while you take a little rest.

What do you think it will take for me to unzip my already very sheer lacy top and show you my tits? What are you going to do for me in order to have an even more clear and unobstructed view? You love hearing me talk about what it actually takes to see my tits because it’s a reminder that you really don’t deserve to see them. Of course you really want to see them but deep down inside you know that it’s more than you can handle. You’d rather pay me any price to have me tease and then deny you. You love my tits but you can’t have my tits. So now you watch my daring tease, you watch me unzip this top and wiggle my body in front of your face knowing my tits could pop out at any moment.

And you know I have to charge extra for all the little nip slips. The underserving moments you yearn to pay more for.

Look at my filthy slippers and my beautiful feet. Growing your collection of my footwear to feel closer to me. You can sniff me, worship me, fantasize about me anytime. So here’s what you’re going to do. Take my slipper and take a nice, deep long whiff. Sniff me. Be my foot bitch.

Now take both slippers and put them into your face. Breathe me in and out as if my feet where really there and you had no other choice than to sniff my slippers. Tell me, how do I smell? And while you sniff me, stare at my meaty, wide, beautiful soles.

Sniff – Stare – Stroke

And the good footboy get’s his reward of my  cum countdown.