Laying on my couch, writing, I hear a strange noise. I haven’t a clue where it’s coming from...until I realize the source of the strange noise is coming from the floor, right in front of my couch, and it’s you! I’ve never seen someone as tiny as you, and I can’t help but wonder why you’re even here. Sure you wanted to come and see me, but considering how small you are you should still announce yourself before entering. Frankly, knowing that I’m a giantess compared to you, I can’t believe you still decided to come in! You're not even as big as my pinky finger so if I hadn’t noticed you, you could’ve gotten trodden on - and no one wants that. Tiny size aside, it’s so creepy that you snuck into my home through a barely open window. I don’t fully open windows specifically so that creeps don’t come in, yet you’ve still managed to end up here! Showing off my bare foot, it’s abundantly clear how easily I could just squish you underfoot. After all, you’re not even as big as my big toe! Perhaps I can shoo you away or nudge you with my foot since I want you gone, but even the thought of touching you creeps me out. Ew, go away! I could squish you right under my feet and you’re so tiny compared to me that I wouldn’t even notice. Speaking of creepy...I can’t believe you're staring up my skirt. Don’t even think about climbing into my knickers, you tiny bug of a creature! I really will stand on you and squish you if you keep bothering me. My foot is big enough to do it and then you’d never bother anyone again. Take a good look because this bare foot will be the very last thing you see! Although... there’s always a chance you could worm your way out between my toes and then you’d crawl on top of my foot. Ew! There’s only one solution to get rid of you, you little creep. I’m not going to use my hands and I’m not going to use my feet, so I’m going to have to squish you with my book. It’s a heavy hardcover that I think will do a perfect job of solving a pest problem like you. I’m done with you and I want you out of here. Goodbye, tiny freak!

Nos lo hemos pasado genial en este plató: fue una cafetería, un hotel, y ahora un bar hípster con una norma muy estricta de tolerancia cero al comportamiento perturbador. El comportamiento perturbador no le sale natural a Chris, pero hizo un trabajo fantástico y se alegró de ayudar a hacer realidad nuestra fantasía de venganza.

Dressed in a pink crop top and black knickers, I know you love looking at my big soft tits...but there’s something you want even more. Something a little lower...and it’s not my pussy. You don’t get that. Today you'll get to worship something even better: my big, soft belly! Jerking your cock, I know you're thinking about me lowering these high waisted knickers to let you see more. But you don’t get that just yet. Instead, come get a nice close view of my profile first. Look at all of this soft, squishy, jiggly belly just ready to be worshipped! That’s what a belly lover like you wants. Now I think you’re ready to see more. Lowering my knickers just slightly, I’m still not going to let you see everything immediately. Keep jerking that cock while this anticipation makes your arousal grow more and more. Watch as I jiggle and drop my belly again and again, my knickers almost disappearing beneath them. Jerk as I jiggle. I love seeing how much this big, soft belly turns you on. I love seeing how desperate you are to touch and squeeze as I tease you with my tummy. Even my tits jiggle when I jiggle my belly and it makes you so horny to watch me play with this belly, knowing you’ll never get to touch it. Only my favourite boys get to touch my belly, and you’ll have to prove yourself if you want to become one of them. Getting nice and close to you as I caress my belly, I know that this is the view you want. Imagine kissing it, licking it, your tongue in my belly button...if only I’d allow you the privilege. You’re such a kinky boy and I have so much fun teasing you, knowing what you want and how much you want it. Beg for my belly. You’re so close to the edge and I’m going to count you down. Cum for my big soft beautiful belly! Give me all of that spunk! Next time, perhaps you'll even have the privilege of touching it...

Dressed in a pink crop top and black knickers, I know you love looking at my big soft tits...but there’s something you want even more. Something a little lower...and it’s not my pussy. You don’t get that. Today you'll get to worship something even better: my big, soft belly! Jerking your cock, I know you're thinking about me lowering these high waisted knickers to let you see more. But you don’t get that just yet. Instead, come get a nice close view of my profile first. Look at all of this soft, squishy, jiggly belly just ready to be worshipped! That’s what a belly lover like you wants. Now I think you’re ready to see more. Lowering my knickers just slightly, I’m still not going to let you see everything immediately. Keep jerking that cock while this anticipation makes your arousal grow more and more. Watch as I jiggle and drop my belly again and again, my knickers almost disappearing beneath them. Jerk as I jiggle. I love seeing how much this big, soft belly turns you on. I love seeing how desperate you are to touch and squeeze as I tease you with my tummy. Even my tits jiggle when I jiggle my belly and it makes you so horny to watch me play with this belly, knowing you’ll never get to touch it. Only my favourite boys get to touch my belly, and you’ll have to prove yourself if you want to become one of them. Getting nice and close to you as I caress my belly, I know that this is the view you want. Imagine kissing it, licking it, your tongue in my belly button...if only I’d allow you the privilege. You’re such a kinky boy and I have so much fun teasing you, knowing what you want and how much you want it. Beg for my belly. You’re so close to the edge and I’m going to count you down. Cum for my big soft beautiful belly! Give me all of that spunk! Next time, perhaps you'll even have the privilege of touching it...

¡Cielos, qué fin de semana! Acabo de volver del mejor festival de música al que he asistido en muchísimo tiempo, pero hacía tanto calor y había tanto polvo. La música era genial, pero el estado de mis zapatos... no tanto. Mira estas zapatillas de tenis. Originalmente eran blancas, pero ahora están descoloridas y absolutamente asquerosas. Solo hay una solución, y es que tú las dejes bien limpias para mí. Si haces un buen trabajo, quizás incluso te deje limpiarme los pies como final. Por ahora quiero que te metas directamente ahí, oliendo el sudor de pies acumulado durante todo el fin de semana que emana de mis zapatos. Es bastante asqueroso, así que empieza a lamer las suelas hasta que estén tan blancas y relucientes como antes de la suciedad del festival. Eres un sumiso de pies muy entusiasta, así que escucha mientras te instruyo sobre cómo lamer cada centímetro de estos zapatos. Polvo, hierba, sudor y Dios sabe qué más se ha acumulado en mis zapatos, y vas a asegurarte de que vuelvan a estar como nuevos. Pronto se ven mucho mejor, pero tu tarea aún no ha terminado. Tengo otro par de zapatos que necesitan limpieza: ¡mis bailarinas! Mete tu nariz ahí y huele mi sudor una vez más. Apesta, está sucio, y esto es exactamente lo que te mereces, mi pequeño pervertido de los pies. Pasa tu lengua sobre el cuero de mis bailarinas hasta que vuelvan a estar bonitas y brillantes. Cada surco en estas suelas será saboreado por ti, incluso si he pisado cosas desagradables. Huele, chupa y lame hasta que esté satisfecha. Solo ahora puedes lamer mis pies sucios y sudorosos. Lame entre mis dedos desnudos y saborea el sudor acumulado de todo el fin de semana. Cuando ponga mis pies en tu cara, vas a lamer y chupar cada dedo, lamer mi talón, saboreando mis suelas sudorosas y apestosas, y haciendo un buen trabajo, puta de pies. La próxima vez que vuelva de un festival necesitando que me limpien los zapatos y los pies, sé exactamente a dónde ir.

Rosie y yo nos hemos estado divirtiendo mucho ensuciándonos - los dos estamos cubiertos de batido y sirope - y ahora es hora de limpiar. ¡Pero no podemos mantener las manos quietas el uno del otro!

Goodness, what a weekend! I’ve just come back from the best musical festival I’ve attended in ages, but it was so hot and dusty. The music was great, but the state of my shoes...not so much. Just look at these tennis shoes. They were originally white but now they’re discoloured and absolutely disgusting. There’s only one solution, and that’s for you to get them nice and clean for me. If you do a good job I may even let you clean my feet as a finale! For now I want you to get right in there, smelling that weekend’s worth of foot sweat wafting from my shoes. It’s quite gross so start licking the soles until they’re as sparkling white as they were before the dirt of the festival. You’re a very enthusiastic foot sub, so listen as I instruct you on how to lick every inch of these shoes. Dust, grass, sweat and god knows what else is collected on my shoes, and you’re going to make sure they’re back to good as new. Soon they’re looking much better, but your assignment isn’t done just yet. I have another pair of shoes that need cleaning - my ballet flats! Get your nose in there and smell my sweat once more. It stinks, it’s dirty, and this is exactly what you deserve, my little foot freak. Run your tongue over the leather of my ballet flats until they’re nice and shiny again. Every groove in these soles will be savoured by you, even if I’ve stepped in some unsavoury things. Sniff, suck, and lick until I’m satisfied. Only now do you get to lick my dirty, sweaty feet! Lick between my bare toes and taste the weekend’s worth of sweat collected there. When I put my feet in your face you’re going to lick and suck each toe, lick down my heel, savouring my sweaty stinky soles and doing a good job, foot slut. The next time I come back from a festival needing my shoes and feet cleaned, I know exactly where to go.

Nunca pensé que mi esposo me iba a nalguear, ¡pero aquí estamos! Quemé la cena dos veces esta semana y él siente que eso es inaceptable. Sé que me distraigo fácilmente, así que tal vez este castigo con la pala que está a punto de darme me ayude a concentrarme. Él va a llegar a casa pronto, pero hasta entonces, tengo que arrodillarme en mi lugar, sosteniendo la pala, para pensar en lo que he hecho.

Retoque de un video más antiguo!

Tengo una idea, una que creo que a Nimue le encantará muchísimo!

Saco una botella de aceite para empezar a frotar por todas sus curvas sexys, tetas enormes y vientre suave antes de que Nimue empiece conmigo. Nos ponemos brillantes, resbaladizas, e incluso lo vertemos entre nosotras para frotarlo sin manos! ¿Quieres ver nuestros cuerpos BBW pasar de suaves y pálidos a aceitados y brillantes...?

You don’t own your orgasms anymore...I do. You simply couldn’t be trusted with your own orgasms so you had to hand them over to me: someone who knows what they’re doing and knows how to keep control over you. If it were up to you, you’d cum whenever you wanted with no self control like the disgusting loser you are. Luckily for you, I’m going to teach you that you’re capable of jerking off without cumming. That’s right, because you’ve handed control over to me I’ve decided today that I don’t want you to cum...but I do want you to wank! I don’t care if you need to speed up or slow down, but I want you stroking at all times while I speak to you. It amuses me not allowing you to cum, seeing you struggle as you stroke while realizing what a loser you truly are. Losers like you don’t deserve a nice stress relief orgasm and losers certainly aren’t allowed to cum whenever they want. You can beg for permission to cum, but the answer today will always remain the same. No. You’ll get more frustrated, stroking that cock without any release but the answer will still be unchanged. A loser like you will watch this video again and again, listening as I describe all the reasons I’m denying you while wanking until it’s too much to bear, but no matter how many times you watch there is no secret ending where I allow you to cum. Get more worked up. Get closer and closer to the edge. Keep wishing that I’ll change my mind, but remember - losers don’t get to cum, and your suffering is for my amusement. The weight of my control will never be more evident than the realization that you finally get to wank freely...without any release until I allow it!

I was gifted this gorgeous, red playsuit, but it was too good to keep it all to myself! But I knew it needed to be shown off to best advantage, so I added a red wig, red lipstick, and red nail polish so you could see it at it's best. It wasn't long though, before I was too horny to keep my hands off myself, and brought my little vibrator into play, giving myself a nice orgasm while you watch

Has logrado dos meses enteros encerrado en castidad y, aunque sé que ha sido difícil, estoy increíblemente orgullosa de ti. Esto demuestra que, ya que has llegado tan lejos, sé que puedes llegar aún más lejos por mí. Sí, incluso más lejos. ¡Qué tonto de tu parte pensar que ibas a ser liberado hoy! Dije que hablaríamos sobre tu liberación hoy, no que realmente iba a suceder. Además, piensa en todas las mejoras que esta jaula de castidad ha hecho en tu vida para bien. Has estado mucho más atento en servirme, y después de un tiempo ni siquiera recordarás cómo era tener acceso libre a tu polla, o cómo era tener que preocuparte por las distracciones de estar excitado. Esa cosita que llamas polla nunca podría servir a nadie, así que realmente es para mejor en todos los aspectos que esté encerrada. Sé agradecido. Las jaulas de castidad son mucho más íntimas que un collar, que son meramente piezas de joyería que eventualmente pueden olvidarse. La castidad permanente, sin embargo, es un recordatorio mucho más constante en forma de ese peso de metal frío alrededor de tu polla de que me perteneces en cada momento de tu vida despierta. Tu jaula es similar a un collar en que nunca será removida a menos que uno de nosotros decida que esta dinámica ya no nos sirve. Hasta entonces, te vas a acostumbrar a la idea de que nunca estarás sin ella, igual que nunca estarás sin mi control sobre ti. Sin distracciones, solo devoción y un deseo de hacer cada vez mejor en servirme. Este es tu chequeo de dos meses, y espero con ansias muchos más de estos... ¡sabiendo que esa jaula nunca se quita!