Miss Roper

You all are always so eager to learn more about me, the person behind the screen. This is a treat, an unscripted, one on one, personal account of MY fetishes. I begin first with when my passion for strap on/anal play bloomed. How at a young age, I was drawn to homosexual television and porn; stimulated by the thought of a cock entering another man's ass. The confusion I was face with in never being drawn to hetrosexual porn, never desiring for me to be on the receiving end of my anal fascination. How I would fantasize about having my own cock, being able to fuck someone. What it would feel like. That enlightening moment when I first found female domination porn, a pegging scene, that having a cock and penetrating men WAS possible. That moment when I first shoved my fingers, then a dildo into a man's ass; my body trembling and shaking not out of fear... but pleasure and excitement.

It's so unfortunate, unfortunate that you were born with a sorry excuse for a dick. That you've had to live your whole life with a tiny, little member. Never getting positive female attention, any time that you've dropped your pants they've laughed or dished out the line, "actually... it's getting late, I should probably head home!" - there there, even though you have a tiny little cock it still needs attention, doesn't it? From you of course, who that little worthless worm is attached to. Your fingers, are your mate for life after all. The only chance of a threesome in your future being with your left and your right hand, I know you're very well acquainted. My guess is just two fingers will do the job. Even though you have a sorry excuse for a dick, I know you still desire so desperately to stroke it for me, to me. That nasty, vile little thing. However If you want to stroke your itty, bitty dick you're going to have to beg. Beg and listen to my sadistic verbal word play as you tug.

This clip includes real time footage of me working up a sweat in the gym sporting my sneakers with no socks, as well as the sauna; before the real fun begins...


After working out in the gym after two hours, I could literally feel the sweat pooling as my toes squished the damp soles of my sneaker within. As soon as I returned home, I thought what better way to tease and taunt you with then pulling them right from my sneaker before showering. Glistening and tinted yellow from my well worn shoes ( I've been wearing the same pair of Nikes to the gym with and without socks every other day for the past year and a half ) the pungent, cheesy odor fills the air. You would do anything to smell my soles, between my toes; in this state. A dream come true it would be, to kneel beside my door waiting from me to return from the gym and huff away at not only my feet, but directly from the sneaker itself. I know you desperate little foot slut, jerking off to the thought of burying your nose into my wrinkles and deeply inhaling their erotic aroma. Disgusting. So vivid in your mind and senses the scent and feel of my soles are as you pathetically pump away at your shaft. The chance of you actually living out this fantasy? Next to impossible. However you could experience the next best thing, purchasing the very pair of sneakers that have caused this stench on my feet ...

Tending to such beautiful, perfect, superior soles isn't cheap. Pedicures every week, to ensure these feet are always at their best. That they are supple, soft. When I get my pedicures I enjoy the full treatment, a long massage, hot stones, deep scrubs, essential oils. It's your responsibility, to pick up the tab foot slut. You worship, praise and admire these soles of mine so of course, you should pay to pamper them. It's a privilege, an honor. One you'll thank me for. Every week, you will purchase this video little footslut, from this day forward every pedicure is on your dime. You're welcome.

You've been withheld in your cage for days, weeks, perhaps even months? The tension in your full balls overwhelming, only building; feeling as though at any moment you could burst. You need to cool down, don't you? Your fiery lust flowing through every part of you, making your mind a visually depraved cinema. To complete this chastity challenge, you will first need to strip down, completely bare & exposed. Then? Run along to your kitchen, fetch a large bowl and fill it to the brim with ice. Finally, you are to place that bowl on the floor in front of you as you kneel, eagerly awaiting for the instructions that are to fall from my lips...

It's so unfortunate, unfortunate that you were born with a sorry excuse for a dick. That you've had to live your whole life with a tiny, little member. Never getting positive female attention, any time that you've dropped your pants they've laughed or dished out the line, "actually... it's getting late, I should probably head home!" - there there, even though you have a tiny little cock it still needs attention, doesn't it? From you of course, who that little worthless worm is attached to. Your fingers, are your mate for life after all. The only chance of a threesome in your future being with your left and your right hand, I know you're very well acquainted. My guess is just two fingers will do the job. Even though you have a sorry excuse for a dick, I know you still desire so desperately to stroke it for me, to me. That nasty, vile little thing. However If you want to stroke your itty, bitty dick you're going to have to beg. Beg and listen to my sadistic verbal word play as you tug.

Tending to such beautiful, perfect, superior soles isn't cheap. Pedicures every week, to ensure these feet are always at their best. That they are supple, soft. When I get my pedicures I enjoy the full treatment, a long massage, hot stones, deep scrubs, essential oils. It's your responsibility, to pick up the tab foot slut. You worship, praise and admire these soles of mine so of course, you should pay to pamper them. It's a privilege, an honor. One you'll thank me for. Every week, you will purchase this video little footslut, from this day forward every pedicure is on your dime. You're welcome.

You've been withheld in your cage for days, weeks, perhaps even months? The tension in your full balls overwhelming, only building; feeling as though at any moment you could burst. You need to cool down, don't you? Your fiery lust flowing through every part of you, making your mind a visually depraved cinema. To complete this chastity challenge, you will first need to strip down, completely bare & exposed. Then? Run along to your kitchen, fetch a large bowl and fill it to the brim with ice. Finally, you are to place that bowl on the floor in front of you as you kneel, eagerly awaiting for the instructions that are to fall from my lips...

If you have a cock ring, you're going to need it. If you don't, you will be required to fetch a shoe lace, or short rope in order to properly restrict your balls and the base of your cock before viewing. I want them bound up nice and tight for what happens next, the pressure rushing towards the tip of your cock as I instruct you to edge. Teasing your tip, pressing with your thumb right underneath that sweet spot under the head of your cock. Slowly stroking your shaft, never picking up the pace unless given permission to do so no matter how desperate you become for speed. Every touch, the sensation of it all feeling overwhelming due to your genital restriction and the visual stimulation of my manipulative movements and seductive words. Taunting you with your fate, with the fact that once you are granted permission to set your cock and balls free, you'll have to lap up every last drop of your pent up lust. Licking it from the floor, your body, fingers. Sweet, sweet suffering.

I've just returned from a trip to London, entirely payed for by betas such as yourself. Through bingeing clips, tributes, all of your hard earned cash went to lavish dinners, drinks, shopping sprees; pleasures you'd never be apart in. I used your hard earned cash, to pamper myself & indulge in sleepless nights tangled in the sheets with a well hung Alpha, a man you could never dream to measure up to in body nor spirit. You want to hear every juicy detail of my escapades, don't you little cuck? Of what you'll never have, reminders of your ever growing inferiority. Your cock growing hard at the thought that through this clip purchase, as well as future tributes; you're not only paying to be teased and humiliated with the details of this steamy trip... but the next.

You all are always so eager to learn more about me, the person behind the screen. This is a treat, an unscripted, one on one, personal account of MY fetishes. I begin first with when my passion for strap on/anal play bloomed. How at a young age, I was drawn to homosexual television and porn; stimulated by the thought of a cock entering another man's ass. The confusion I was face with in never being drawn to hetrosexual porn, never desiring for me to be on the receiving end of my anal fascination. How I would fantasize about having my own cock, being able to fuck someone. What it would feel like. That enlightening moment when I first found female domination porn, a pegging scene, that having a cock and penetrating men WAS possible. That moment when I first shoved my fingers, then a dildo into a man's ass; my body trembling and shaking not out of fear... but pleasure and excitement.

I've just returned from a trip to London, entirely payed for by betas such as yourself. Through bingeing clips, tributes, all of your hard earned cash went to lavish dinners, drinks, shopping sprees; pleasures you'd never be apart in. I used your hard earned cash, to pamper myself & indulge in sleepless nights tangled in the sheets with a well hung Alpha, a man you could never dream to measure up to in body nor spirit. You want to hear every juicy detail of my escapades, don't you little cuck? Of what you'll never have, reminders of your ever growing inferiority. Your cock growing hard at the thought that through this clip purchase, as well as future tributes; you're not only paying to be teased and humiliated with the details of this steamy trip... but the next.

Tending to such beautiful, perfect, superior soles isn't cheap. Pedicures every week, to ensure these feet are always at their best. That they are supple, soft. When I get my pedicures I enjoy the full treatment, a long massage, hot stones, deep scrubs, essential oils. It's your responsibility, to pick up the tab foot slut. You worship, praise and admire these soles of mine so of course, you should pay to pamper them. It's a privilege, an honor. One you'll thank me for. Every week, you will purchase this video little footslut, from this day forward every pedicure is on your dime. You're welcome.

I know you have your fantasies, things you've been day dreaming of. Things your family, your friends; would be shocked to learn about you. The dreams so vivid, for weeks, months, years even? Vivid dreams about you getting on your knees, opening your mouth wide, spreading yourself open. Dreams that involve you in such vulnerable positions, for another man. These dreams have consumed you, the temptation of exploring overwhelming. So tempted that you recently created a Grindr profile just for you to look. Not putting information in the bio, too chicken to use your real photos. Just browsing, looking at all the hung studs in your area. Wondering what it would be like to use your mouth, your hands on a firm shaft. I bet you've gotten off to that very fantasy, sitting there with your shame boner. I'm in the business of making fantasies a reality. You're not just going to day dream, prowl with an uunknown face any longer. I'm going to take the reigns, your fate between my fingers. You will send me all your accurate personal information. Name, date of birth, location, and a variety of photos both classy and trashy, for it will be I who controls your profile now. Aren't you curious, curious about what It would be like with Miss Roper playing match make for you?

It's so unfortunate, unfortunate that you were born with a sorry excuse for a dick. That you've had to live your whole life with a tiny, little member. Never getting positive female attention, any time that you've dropped your pants they've laughed or dished out the line, "actually... it's getting late, I should probably head home!" - there there, even though you have a tiny little cock it still needs attention, doesn't it? From you of course, who that little worthless worm is attached to. Your fingers, are your mate for life after all. The only chance of a threesome in your future being with your left and your right hand, I know you're very well acquainted. My guess is just two fingers will do the job. Even though you have a sorry excuse for a dick, I know you still desire so desperately to stroke it for me, to me. That nasty, vile little thing. However If you want to stroke your itty, bitty dick you're going to have to beg. Beg and listen to my sadistic verbal word play as you tug.

I know you have your fantasies, things you've been day dreaming of. Things your family, your friends; would be shocked to learn about you. The dreams so vivid, for weeks, months, years even? Vivid dreams about you getting on your knees, opening your mouth wide, spreading yourself open. Dreams that involve you in such vulnerable positions, for another man. These dreams have consumed you, the temptation of exploring overwhelming. So tempted that you recently created a Grindr profile just for you to look. Not putting information in the bio, too chicken to use your real photos. Just browsing, looking at all the hung studs in your area. Wondering what it would be like to use your mouth, your hands on a firm shaft. I bet you've gotten off to that very fantasy, sitting there with your shame boner. I'm in the business of making fantasies a reality. You're not just going to day dream, prowl with an uunknown face any longer. I'm going to take the reigns, your fate between my fingers. You will send me all your accurate personal information. Name, date of birth, location, and a variety of photos both classy and trashy, for it will be I who controls your profile now. Aren't you curious, curious about what It would be like with Miss Roper playing match make for you?

You've been withheld in your cage for days, weeks, perhaps even months? The tension in your full balls overwhelming, only building; feeling as though at any moment you could burst. You need to cool down, don't you? Your fiery lust flowing through every part of you, making your mind a visually depraved cinema. To complete this chastity challenge, you will first need to strip down, completely bare & exposed. Then? Run along to your kitchen, fetch a large bowl and fill it to the brim with ice. Finally, you are to place that bowl on the floor in front of you as you kneel, eagerly awaiting for the instructions that are to fall from my lips...

You, you're all mine. You belong to me, entirely. I captivate you. Mentally. Physically. You look into my eyes and you sink deeper... deeper into my web. A little fly, caught. Entangled. I am a queen spider, wrapping you tighter in. Completely devouring you. Consuming you. All of you. You can't stop thinking about me. Dreaming about me. My power. My beauty. It's everything you've ever wanted, everything you've ever dreamed of. Right in front of you, staring you in the face. You, You're mine. I'm never going to let you go. This is eternal. I want everything, all of you. Mind. Body. Spirit. Love. Loyalty. Devotion. And I will get it. I always, get what I want. And I want you. You're going to be my servant, aiding with making all of MY wildest dreams come true as I venture in making my fantasies, reality. You will be a tool, in building my empire. Your submission is just the beginning of this new found life I'm going to introduce you to. You will become the best version of yourself through my guidance. My training. My manipulation. This spell you've fallen under.

I've just returned from a trip to London, entirely payed for by betas such as yourself. Through bingeing clips, tributes, all of your hard earned cash went to lavish dinners, drinks, shopping sprees; pleasures you'd never be apart in. I used your hard earned cash, to pamper myself & indulge in sleepless nights tangled in the sheets with a well hung Alpha, a man you could never dream to measure up to in body nor spirit. You want to hear every juicy detail of my escapades, don't you little cuck? Of what you'll never have, reminders of your ever growing inferiority. Your cock growing hard at the thought that through this clip purchase, as well as future tributes; you're not only paying to be teased and humiliated with the details of this steamy trip... but the next.

You, you're all mine. You belong to me, entirely. I captivate you. Mentally. Physically. You look into my eyes and you sink deeper... deeper into my web. A little fly, caught. Entangled. I am a queen spider, wrapping you tighter in. Completely devouring you. Consuming you. All of you. You can't stop thinking about me. Dreaming about me. My power. My beauty. It's everything you've ever wanted, everything you've ever dreamed of. Right in front of you, staring you in the face. You, You're mine. I'm never going to let you go. This is eternal. I want everything, all of you. Mind. Body. Spirit. Love. Loyalty. Devotion. And I will get it. I always, get what I want. And I want you. You're going to be my servant, aiding with making all of MY wildest dreams come true as I venture in making my fantasies, reality. You will be a tool, in building my empire. Your submission is just the beginning of this new found life I'm going to introduce you to. You will become the best version of yourself through my guidance. My training. My manipulation. This spell you've fallen under.