Tag Archive for: Humiliation

Pressure Relief Only


You’ve just fucked yourself, didn’t you? And not in a good way. You admitted to me you’ve gone longer locked and without release. So I’m not going to give you one.

I am however going to allow you to take that cage off but only for a little breather.

How does it feel to be able to grow without that crippling pressure of those metal bars after so many days locked under my control? But it comes with a hefty humiliation price tag. What shall I have my little slut doing for me tonight to occupy your time and to entertain me? You’ll have to watch to find out.

So much tease and so much denial. It’s exactly what you need. And the best part is locking your frustrated throbbing dicklet back up for me at the very end.

Filthy Asshole Slave

Such a filthy fuck. You crave to sniff my asshole. It’s all you can think about, huh?

Your nose so deep inside of me. I’m all you can smell and I’m all you can taste. Think of all the vile ways I can make your asshole treat even more delicious. Post workout. Or how about post sex. Imagine tasting all my juices that have dripped down my pussy and into my crack. And all his too. So many wants to fuck with you.

Teased and Denied

Do you realize how mind numbingly easy boys are to control?

You make it so stupid easy for me. You goon and you drool. You can’t help yourself. So pathetic. You’re mind fucking your own self to me. Keep edging, keep stroking. Always chasing my sweet release.

The Loser Stroke

Stroke to me and then stroke to my fingers. You know, that sexy little L symbol that gets you so worked up. Pump it, loser. And let me remind you how easy this is for me. You’re so eager to gobble up any sort of loser humiliation that all I have to to is stand back and rub how pathetic this truly is in your face.

Now repeat your loser mantra out loud for me. “I’m a loser. I’m a loser. I’m a loser.” Repeat it as you stroke. Over and over, again and again… withOUT cumming.

The Girl Next Door

No leather or latex. No whips, no chains. I don’t need any of that. I know my natural power over men. And I know how hot it is seeing me relaxed in pajamas, a true intimate state. So cute and innocent. Ready to fuck you over.

Kiss my ass, bend over backwards for me. It’s the little things I expect from you. Morning coffee and fresh flowers, grocery runs and being at my beck and call. Please me. You got this.