Mandy Marx

With the passion of a Shakespearean apothecary describing poison, I smile and talk chastity. Your favorite gym girl. You drop your guard. I'm so charming. Oh, are you locked? Hot purple gym-wear. I give orders, drop your jaw, your body moves to obey my suggestions before you even realize you're mine.

She doesn't need to converse, your unreachable sex muse. She'll dangle and pull without trying. Intangible. Cruel. Even her flaws pull you in. Annoying, even, but so irresistible.

Except I *can* converse. And at about the three minute point, this scene revs up, with an unforgettable trick. So many scenes out there let you down when you buy. This one, is the most addictive goddess/dominant scene you've tried.

I don't ask for the world, I don't concoct a religion, I don't bloviate. Because I can actually outsmart you and have you on your knees, jaw dropped, shaking your head in an almost laughable submission.

NOTE: Priced modestly, as I would like the widest audience possible for a scene this effective. But if this scene makes you weak, press the Weak Boy Button above.

What is it, do I have a knack for engendering obedience? Is it cerebral or visceral? Why are you already dazed? Because the answer is yes. I'm going to let you tease yourself for my amusement. Bring your hand close, stroke. And then, pull away, over and over. A guided T&D session, throughout which you are welcome to resist.

Want to know what I think you need? My vision is that if you say yes for one second, I could have you. For a week, a year, as long as I wanted in comfort and security. Want me to have utter control? Could I convince you to whisper, "Yes, mistress," for that one second I would need?

Follow. Interval training with your dick. Workout, and earn each strokes. Down on your knees, workout style. No lazy slaves. Earn your permission, from your goddess in the gym.

Wanna hear me talk about it? Sessions where I kept boys for extra, or involuntarily? You know you do. Love the clips where if I see you buy it, I know I've got you.

Authority, insight, taunts. Reaching not you, but your subconscious. You are a vessel, trained to crave the next cue.

A boutique clip for a small tribute, as I'm rather confident this will further your addiction.

I have you, your attention, your wallet. Will I put on a show and laugh, or simply stare you down and make you smaller? Anything I want. I'm your Queen.

What if a first fetish exposure was footsy stuff, so that area was of special interest? And what if, hypothetically speaking, that same young woman grows up one day to be a sensational diva with gorgeous... production values? And what if her foot worship scenes had seemed to sell less well relative to her other scenes?

A diva of a particular sort, a competitive and driven woman might take things personally, and put her heart and soul into her next foot fetish clip. A new take that will have you drooling for goddess and leave absolutely no questions in that little mind of yours. Get down.

A merciless, humiliating, messy JOI for horny chastity and/or MM addicts for one of those lonely nights. Sharply insightful, viciously sexy, I'll speak to your deepest instincts and turn you into a moaning, useless lump.

A simple challenge. Hold a plank longer than me, you win and I humbly guide you to stroke, master. But if you can't, you submit and accept your lowly place relative to me and see if I leave your desire any table scraps. Warning, I might trash-talk as we go.

A devious scene. (No bending at the hips, boys.)

An early effort, in gorgeous stockings-over-tights. Servitude, keyholding, chastity. How do you feel when I'm in front of you, holding th freedom and desire you gladly handed over.

Must be in chastity to view, otherwise you'll cheat yourself, never mind me.

Save for when you can dedicate your full attention. Because after viewing, you won't be good for anything other than breathing, for awhile. Exquisite submission. Prepare to serve.

Think you want a session with me? Wait until you hear my unique thoughts on your T&D session. Wait until you've heard me articulate the effect I'll have on you, where you will be, and what you will say. Sheer truth, sheer spine-tingling dominance.

Fresh off a week of thrilling, successful sessions. Thank you, boys.

Today I only have time to put my sock in your mouth and rub my feet on your face for a minute before doing better things than think about my little locked boy.

If you see something chilling in my eye, it isn't a role play. You'll know security. You'll know containment.

I offer very modest tributes to real imprisonment boys, for serious incarceration. Just ask Ri, Gr, and Cr. Right, boys?

I craft your fantasies to suit my needs, you're going to be my ideas bitch. Just a couple of rules. Starting with: it's for me, not you.

Show me how easy it is to win. Prove that I deserve ease, you deserve to please. Teach me that you are a complex man, yet I can know you at a glance. A worm at heart. A servant in soul. An exclusive boy who now will do my bidding.

You'll require my email, posted top of store.

My powerful voice, double binds and achingly sharp words. I'm already so strong. Such a natural progression to taking you over inside. Describe your shell. Your body. Freeze you. Hard. Then tempt. Only beginning. A bondage session with me echoing in your head, and you a docile, jailed, shell of a boy.

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Check out Emerald's paralysis JOI clip, "Still As A Statue" --she's blossoming beautifully, you don't want to miss this one.

Before I was a pro. Before I really knew. This is an innocent Mandy, just staring at you, kneeling in front of me with a locked up cock device on. And asking questions. And laughing. And of course, already teasing.