Mandy Marx

Mein Hauseigener. Zieh ihn an seiner Leine herum und führe ihn in den Raum, den ich nie benutze, mein Schlafzimmer. Für ihn will ich diese Intimität. Ich habe diesen Bondage-Stuhl hier hereingerollt, damit ich ihn sicher neben meinem Bett einsperren und nutzen kann, wann immer ich nicht schlafen kann, mich langweile, geil bin, was auch immer. Wenn er ungehorsam ist, verletze ich ihn, ignoriere ich ihn, lasse ich ihn stundenlang zurück.

You made it. You completed Locktober. Are you excited to be free? Nervous? I don’t think you’re in a place to make your own decisions, honestly. You don’t need excuses. You need me. Strict supervision. Ruthless teasing. That dripping hunger in your eyes just pleads "keep me". How about another month? Multiple? Can you last for me?

2 sets, and 5 reps! Down, up, down, up. Oh what is that, why are you shaking? What a nervous little human weight, just be still and listen to my next instruction, good boy.

Hah! You thought the cruelest part was when I snapped that lock shut, but no, it actually starts here, when I lean closer, and closer... with our lips almost touching, whispering something you’ll never have. Go on. Fuck me with your cage on.

Two pretty boys. One cock standing, one mouth waiting. I've split this audio to share with your fuck buddy. No, really. You’ll take one earbud each, and I’ll whisper exactly what to do. Top, fuck. Bottom, suck. And when I say switch, you obey., easy right? That’s how good sluts serve together.

Do you come here often? Or did you walk in thinking it was just another regular club. This is my strip club you know, I can dance, whenever I want, however I want, with whomever I want. And you just get to watch, cuckie.

Nur ein weiterer Patient, nur ein weiterer Schwanz, ein weiterer Geiler, der die "Heilung" braucht. Es gibt hier kein Wellness-Wasser, nur wunderschöne Mädchen, die deinen Verstand von der Verrücktheit befreien, indem sie dich noch abhängiger machen und deine Neuronen neu verdrahten, bis du deine Position als "Sexspielzeug" und "Sklave" akzeptierst. Handjobs und Verweigerung so gemein, dass ich überrascht bin, dass er nicht früher zusammengebrochen ist.

Look at these legs, these shoes. Let’s be honest, I know you’ve been stroking since the moment my feet slipped into your thoughts. Loser boy, you know what comes next. Keep stroking, keep obeying, and when I tell you exactly what to do with that load, you’ll do it. Pathetic. Perfect. Mine.

Tormenting the tip of some swinging submissive's cock. Haha. A virgin named Chad. Just another boy, but a weak one at that. I could see in his eyes that he just wanted to be fucked over, used. His eyes say "use me mistress" like a lost desperate puppy. But when it comes to absolutely demolishing him with the meanest edge tactics, he squirms and resists. Sit still, take this, you're not going anywhere.

The culmination of all my skills, all my evil pull this off. Some mistresses make a game of a slave pulling towards a kiss that never happens. I introduce this concept, then allow the virgin slave a full kiss. Everything. This sets the stage. I start talking about sex. Taking virginity. Put on a condom. Would you like your first time to be with me, tied up, begging? I almost break. Am I this mean? This much a horror of a tease? Yes.

My thighs, smooth and warm, opening just enough to make you imagine what it would feel like to slide between them. Keep moving exactly how I say, and maybe, just maybe, I’ll let you feel what heaven tastes like pressed between my thighs.

With each pump, he's weakened, made into a submissive puddle, forgetting about all his woes and anxieties. Just melt into my command, sub, let go.

Happy Locktober. Wow. It’s been two weeks, hasn’t it? Two weeks of aching, leaking, pacing, begging. Today, I’ll give you a pass, of sorts... but only if you follow every. single. instruction. Don’t think of it as mercy, think of it as a test.

There’s a way that we can make this work for the both of us, don’t you think? You just follow what I say and keep on begging for more. Don’t worry when HR finds out, we can just both say that I was being the best intern you’ve ever had.

Do you like my outfit? Oh that’s perfect, look at you, my locked rubber bitch. Squirming while that swelling caged cock twitches. Rub. Jiggle. Stroke. I want you to feel every movement against the bars, knowing you’ll never get the satisfaction you crave.

Oh hello there, newfound chastity slut. Are you one of the "seasonal" ones? It's finally Locktober, so now you're going to give in. So cute. So bashful. All those girls you think about, all that sex you imagine, oh you can have it. Don’t pout, pretty boy. I’ll help you... in my own way.

You’ve watched me break them, bend them, and make them beg. But make love? That’s not for just any toy drooling at my feet. That’s for the one who can handle me when the heels come off... And still choose to kneel.