Mandy Marx

Exquisite directions to make YOU a blowjob giving shiny, encased fuckdoll. Irony, brattiness, clear encasement and training instructions. YOU will be my hapless, encased, sexless, blowjob service doll to store as I see fit. Visually stunning, eerily enticing.

A custom requested blackmail timer thrill. You upload a naked picture of yourself to a timed mail-sender called “Deviate Now” and have it set to send that and more to me. (Instructions included). Click start the timer. Now I’m in control and here to... distract. Stop looking at the screen and focus on me peeling my clothes off and on for you. This is a whole new level for my Blackmail-fantasy boys. A real and mean interaction. Do you have what it takes? Panties, schoolgirl fetish, bratgirl.

Your daily company zoom call meeting has been interrupted by me, Amanda Marx. Awww, cute little secretary Mandy is just doing her job and finalizing schedules and productions but wouldn't it be funny if I intervened? Now Mandy's giving the new boy the run down (who apparently has trouble taking instruction from a woman, imagine that) on job expectations and blah blah blah, boring business talk. I think he should just take it out and start stroking for me right now. That would be more fun. Of course, it’s not his choice if I know what he’s into.

With one glove, I could make you serve me for months. With my shine, I can make you melt. You, man, are born to serve and be beneath. My job, to wear shiny things, distract, own, be above. Glove fetish, corset, shinywear, sweet gorgeous humiliating old-school flirting.

Tier after tier, I perfect my blackmail routine. Nuance after nuance, selected boy after selected boy. Girlfriend teases, online searches, seemingly innocent pokes. Sealed envelopes, cryptic emails. It’s here. The perfect concept. Feel the squeeze of my fingers around your cock, your world. And you'll only be able to say, "thank you Goddess."

I’ve been watching you. And now I’m in your house. Dressed in a full black catsuit with long black gloves to match so even if you did try to tell anyone about your encounter, there wouldn't be evidence that she actually was there. So many layers of hot black tightfit clothes in this POV JOI. All you can do is give into your most desired nightmare, so start stroking. Steamy.

I'm the helpless one here, with just my feet and face exposed. Tell me what you'd use first. Take my restraints off, you have the power to free me. Feel my fishnet clad legs against you, your bulging cock pressing up against me. Am I powerless or am I still the one in control?

Miss Marx might just turn the tables in this sexy bondage JOI.

Can you stay locked up for 7 days? You are given one task per day. Some pleasant, some humiliating, one brilliant, some require reporting to me, all doable. You are mine. Seven days. Curated by me. And as if the lure of chastity wasn't enough, I've also included a short extra of me discussing and putting on my new fishnets. Which are beautiful.

Feet. Shine. Chastity, JOI direction. This is a detailed, agonizingly specific hands tease. You follow all my cute little chastity instructions, like a good boy. And yes, I’m wearing latex under there. Be a good chastity boy, you’ll see it.

Aww, sweetheart, just try it. It’s gentle. It’s what I want you to do. For me. It’s not gay if it’s for me. Lock that in, and follow. This three-parter builds to perfection, and if watched from the beginning, will break you, make you mine, mindless, mush.

This series is historically good, by the way.

You’re visiting for a school project. My parents say that when I have boys over I have to keep my door open. But I don’t think that’s really a safe enough rule, don’t you agree? I have this fancy little metal cage that you have to wear if you want to be my project partner. Don’t worry, I know how to use it. And I’m not gonna lie, seeing you wearing it turns me on. A lot.

I take it all off for you, baby. You get the dream you never thought possible, my sweet winner. And this is as good as it gets. Stroke and squirt helplessly to my gentle, taunting whispers and my lush, naked body in this unforgettable clip. It is my pleasure to give you the vision you truly deserve.

And a tip of the cap to Charlotte Stokely, for the sweet idea.

Underneath your civilized self, you don’t want to be free. You wouldn’t clip-hunt in this category if you did. I’m going to take and make you mine. Lock up, or touch it one last time if you want to. Because you’re my bitch, now. There is no one who understands it like I do. Welcome to first-class servitude.

Realtime session. Want to see how to freak a boy up? This is ruin-tempting at its best. Only my side is seen or heard on the clip. For now. I coax, in real time, photos of my boy’s girlfriend. And info, and other things. My assistant prints out hardcopies and I show the photos to the internet while he masturbates about being ruined. I have to pay the editors to blur out these photos on the clip release. That costs money. How about a tribute? Another though? Oooo. Hot girlfriend. Let’s facebook friend her for real, from my real name. Want a thrill? Brilliant seduction.

I want this all done in one sitting. No, you can’t spread it out over a few days, I want you exhausted and humiliated in one sitting. I’m going to give you a few tasks that you must follow, and most importantly, send me. I want you to be my subservient and I want it all on record, for me to use as I see fit. :)

Mandy finds her step-daddy’s handcuffs. And thumbcuffs. And chains! And tries them on in her room. And gets stuck, oh no! And is discovered. Eventually. And hogcuffed and cuffed and stuff. And some embarrassment, and then the question, “do you like putting people in these, or do you like being in them yourself? Do you want to be under arrest?” and then a horrible JOI taunt.

Dare you to take my three household items. And survive my humiliations. And watch me have a ton of fun with you. Bonus points for photos. (One of my household item is not suitable for anyone in AA.)

In the hottest tightest most custom fit leggings ever (need I even go on?) I offer some tips on how to enter exchange with me. I will order you, humiliate you, do things at my whim. This is the best. There is a cost. One that will have you on your knees losing yourself in pumping for me, hot as ever, smarter than you even want me to be. Recommended for Mandy clipsluts and for tasks. Or as a Christmas present for your wife.

Humiliation tasks have been popular. So try my “Dare You” series. All you need is a roll of tape, and to follow my humiliating directions. You’ll find yourself rubbing your dick and trying desperately to cum. On the floor. For Mistress Mandy.

Will you settle into this paragraph, and let me ask you something? Does anyone else who does this grill their chastity boys for years about how it feels, all the different iterations? Have they read Freud etc., have they my knack with therapy role plays? From years ago, when a newbie named Mandy Marx was conversing with a boy while feathering their chastity-locked-dick with a little brush, to now.

I understand what it really feels like to be caged by me. That ache that you feel when you’re just trying to get hard for me and press against those cold bars but you can’t. I understand your own gaps of fantasy. The shivers that erupt and cause pain and pleasure, in a perfect world. I hold your key, your pain, your pleasure. And I understand it. It gets me off too. This is so sexy, and so smart, so bratty, so entertaining, so high and low. So perfect, so flawed. Sorry boys.