WorshipGraves

¿Estás listo para tu lección de hoy? Tengo muchas estadísticas preparadas para enumerar para ti mientras te proporciono excelentes visuales para seguir. Aprender los intrincados detalles de las probabilidades numéricas basadas en gráficos reales. ¿En qué porcentaje te encuentras?

Tuviste suerte (¿?) después de llamar la atención de la estrella del rock, El Vampiro Lestat, después de un espectáculo. Te permite en el backstage en su sala verde privada para divertirte un rato. Estabas planeando regresar a tu hotel lo más rápido posible ya que comenzó una tormenta eléctrica... Pero esto era demasiado una vez en la vida para dejarlo pasar. Esperemos que no termines como comida de vampiro, jaja... Él no es realmente un vampiro, ¿verdad?

God, it's you again. I cannot even begin to guess what you've got written up for this time. Wait.... It was WHAT? Are you serious? You went THAT far this time? Dude, this isn't even funny. You're literally going to have to move departments over this. No, this isn't one of those "do something for me and you'll get off easier" things. I can risk my job at this point.... Are you seriously still waiting for us to go through this song and dance again? You're annoying. Fine, give me some cash and I'll let you get my foot on your face again, fucking weirdo.

I have an extremely simple findom task for you. It'll be impossible for you to not be able to follow two simple steps. Unless... Unless you're actually a cheap bitch and not a true, real finsub. This is a task that many will be able to easily follow, but we'll see if you're able to be among them, or just a man roleplaying the idea of being a finsub.

You think you can be a freeloading bitch and have the right to call yourself a submissive? Do you know how offensive that is to real submissives who are willing to play out this power dynamic how it's meant to be performed? You can't just slap on the label and roleplay as a submissive here, not with me. You have to have it in you, or you don't.

It's been a year to the day since I, Dr. Graves, locked you in 24/7 chastity in an attempt to break you of your masturbation habit and make you a better sub for me. I told you once you made it to a year I'd finally unlock you. Here's the thing, though... I've been monitoring you close, closer than you apparently thought. As much as I'd love to graduate you from this program... You have let me down, massively. I saw you on the cameras, just yesterday, doing something that someone who's gone through those many days and sessions of my reprogramming should never be doing. Therefor... Your year you have spent it now void, and we need to start over. All. Over. Again. This time, more intensely... And more sessions a week. Don't try to beg, or else.

Tú y Shadowheart han estado formando un vínculo cercano durante un tiempo. Ella no encuentra ningún interés romántico en ti, aunque claramente tienes un interés más que platónico en ella. Te burla de eso. Pero Shadowheart ha estado sintiendo algo de duda últimamente, en vuestra conexión. Ha tomado el tiempo para hacer alguna adivinación con Lady Shar, y ha llegado a una conclusión.

Te pide que la encuentres después de que los demás estén abajo, diciéndote que hay algo que necesitan discutir. No cree que estés tomando este vínculo tan profundamente como lo sientes, no has hecho lo suficiente para demostrarle que te mereces su confianza. Y ¿qué forma de demostrarle que te mereces su confianza piensa Shadowheart? Una ofrenda de pérdida de sí mismo, una pérdida de tu dignidad humana; necesita que pases por la humillación y la vergüenza. La cosa más asquerosa, deshumanizante que puede pensar? Usándote como un inodoro. ¿Podrás llevarlo a cabo? ¿Podrás demostrarle a Shadowheart y a Shar que eres digno de su confianza?<\/p>"

There are two types of people in the world: The You's of the worlds, and the Me's. Your life is subpar, you don't matter that much at all, not at work, not to your friends or family. The only way you could ever truly matter in your life is if you were serving someone in My Type of people, more specially, serving me. And you know this, your brain and body knows this, that's why you keep being drawn to my videos. You are being pulled along by the siren's call, and you love it. You want to give in, you want to fall and be one of the siren's prey play things. You want to do something more than be boring old you.

It's been a while since I've done an ass worship video from this angle, huh? Perfect for your little addict cave you have for my ass. Better than that, though, I got some new thongs that frame my ass soooo good.

Hoy vamos a hablar de dónde comenzaron ciertas fetichizaciones tuyas y por qué están ahí... En particular, tu fetiche por los olores "malos" habituales. Olor a sudor corporal? Un fetiche de nivel uno un poco, que nadie quiere admitir que les gusta solo en personas a las que están biológicamente atraídos... Pero tu cosa con las flatulencias, vamos a profundizar más en eso, en realidad. Un fetiche interesante que tú mismo no formaste debido a ningún trauma o eventos vitales clave, no. Este es un amor por el olor que no pudiste evitar empujar más allá. (Advertencia: no hay flatulencias reales en esto) <\/p>"

¿Estás listo para que desentierre otro de esos fantasías gays que guardas escondidas en tu cabeza? (O tal vez solo plantar una nueva allí...). Esta será la narración de tu sueño de gloryhole. Lo que deseas ser lo suficientemente valiente para salir y hacer: ser el depósito de semen de gloryhole personal de un club.<\/p>"

Gooning es la práctica más perfecta que podrías haber encontrado. Nada más que golpear tu pene, una y otra vez y otra vez, sin fin a la vista. Sin deseo de eyacular, el único deseo que tienes es estirar tu masturbación y mantenerte en ese estado sólido de dicha que encuentras justo en el área media durante el mayor tiempo posible. Quieres que tu cerebro esté completamente en las nubes, en curso. Sin parar a la vista. ¿Hasta dónde seguirás ahora?<\/p>"

Here I am, finally getting around to you and this fucked up thing you signed up for. I almost wonder why you did this, beyond what you filled out on your sheet along with the long warning forms... What brings someone to like something so fucked up like this? Hm. Too bad, you're so tiny now I can't actually hear you. They gave you that special little supplement and you went down so so small. I hope you didn't expect me to just one and done tease you and then swallow you down, cause you're not getting that. Hell, I might not even swallow you like you want. Nobody would know.

Oh good, you're awake. Now we can finally have fun... That's what you wanted, agreeing to come back to my place with me, right? But you're no fun out, I have morals and all, you know. But now you're up, and I'm going to help your little cock down here get up, too. You can hear me in your head, mhm? Good. I don't want to waste my energy using my lungs in order to speak to you in your human tongue, no. I'm not like you, I'm higher, better. You will only get my voice in your head, and you will love it. I will send you down erotic bliss over and over again until I feel like I've had enough of feeding off all those lustful thoughts for me that you were basically screaming into my head. Such an easy submissive human you are. I'm going to make good use of you.

The title says it all. Sit back, grab headphones, and be prepare to be initiated into The Cult of Graves. You just have to follow along with my words and hands, and count up.

It's almost laughable how much of a stupid cock slut you are. And I don't mean the idea of you wanting cock to be stupid, that's great. But it's how desperate you are... It's how much you lay awake at night, unable to rest until you rub one out while going through a merry-go-round of fantasies you spin through of you with whatever man. Do you want me to go through the fantasies I think you have? Yeah, let's do that. I'm sure you'll be nice and hard and ready to bust by the end when I allow you to.

I want us to play a little game, it's a simple game. For it, you'll need to get down on your knees wherever you are, in ready view of your screen and prepare for every single time I snap my fingers, or when I say the phrase "Bark For Me", and I want you to bark at your screen for me. Every. Single. Time. Simple enough, right? You should know, if you can't keep your hands exactly where I tell you to put them, you'll be punished for it, and it won't be pretty.

It's been a long while since I've filmed a video of my feet in fishnets, I just had to before taking these off. Do you like how they look? How about my toes? Do you wanna see me wrap my toes around something? Hm... Let's see what my feet and toes can do.

You coin yourself as this great lover and worshipper of feet, yet you've never actually gotten to put that into practice in real life? Lmao. Well, I guess that makes you a foot virgin, lusting after that one thing you want most, and yet haven't been able to have IRL. That's so sad and pathetic for you. *Video is Uncensored*

TAKE THIS TITLE WARNING SERIOUSLY. POSSIBLY THE HOTTEST CLIP I'VE MADE FOR THOSE WANTING TO BEAT THEIR DICKS. YOU MIGHT GET TOO TURNED ON AND BE UNABLE TO FUNCTION FOR THE NEXT FEW DAYS AFTER VIEWING. YOUR THOUGHTS MIGHT BE OVERTAKEN WITH JERKING OFF TO THIS. NOT BETA SAFE.

I'd be surprised if you made it through one minute of this clip without busting all over yourself. The layered audio filled with filthy dirty talk and sounds, atop the sexy as fuck visual of my ass lures you into appending doom of your cock going hard so quickly that you might feel faint due to how fast the red rushes out of your head.