Miss Roper

Due to the festive nature I've found myself in, I have something rather special planned for you. Perhaps right now or in the following days upon purchasing this video you will find yourself covered in a blanket of snow where you live. I know when I see snow, it reminds me of a special game I enjoy playing with my submissives, & you're my next contestant. This is your Christmas gift to me, consent to play my favorite holiday game. Though this game involves multiple players, & I'm afraid I'm not participating. I'm simply a voyeur. The participants? Well you're going to fetch them for me yourself. I'm going to send you out to different venues, clubs, on the cold winter nights. Once you've filled your contact list with no, well hung, eager studs... that's when the fun begins. Snowballing. Whatever could that mean Miss Roper? Click play & see for yourself.

It's another lonely night. Perhaps you're home, your wife out with her girlfriends, running errands. Maybe your lucky, venturing away on a business trip, or have found yourself with free time to sneak away; brief moments to hide away from the vanilla world that you grow tired of day to day. They don't know the real you, but I do. I know what makes you tick, what you crave, the surrender you seek. That wife of yours has no clue of your dirty desires, or the things that truly get you hot, but I do. I know how to entice you, excite you, & keep you on edge. It's why you've come to me, isn't it? Because you wish to play my games, to dabble in my manipulation, to stroke that helpless cock to my perfection. I'll be your best kept secret, your great escape, but you will follow every beck & call that spills from my lips; as I explain your truth, or you will learn the true weight & Impact of my words. After viewing, you will simply never be the same.

Verbal Humiliation, paired with a soft tone & piercing eyes; a sensual affliction you can't strip your eyes & ears from. You crave my emotional sadism, the wicked smile that stretches across my face as my inflicting words spill from my lips and pierce your sense of ego. I enjoy every minute of reminding you just how I view & feel about men like you in this world. Bottom feeders. The arousal I receive, stimulation, pleasure, a growing wetness in between my legs that thrives the more you suffer. All I have to use is my words, my cruel & creative mind. I was simply born, rotten to the core.

I've heard it once before, and I'll hear it again, "I'm sorry Mistress, I can't afford to tribute". This, is a sorry excuse. The truth? You're hesitant, trying to push past the desire to give me everything, what little you have to give up in the first place. This wheel game is designed for you in mind, Poor "Man". It only reaches to a tribute of $50, it's lowest being $25. There are NO CUTS in this video, when I spin the wheel it lands where it lands; no switch ups (I can play fair, when I feel like it.) - but be warned peasant, if you purchase this video you are agreeing to hand over whatever amount it lands on.

With my eye locked gaze, manipulative tongue & sensual tone; I pull your strings. Weak. Vulnerable. Helpless. You have no use for a mind, a sense of true body, or spirit. What good are these things, to a mere Puppet after all? The deeper I stare, the harder you fall. I awaken you Puppet, for I am your Master. The Master you've been searching for to bring you life. Purpose. For so long now you've had to play pretend to the outside world, wearing the skin of a man. But a man, you are not.

We've played this game once before, are you ready for round two? A high risk humiliation task for the eager servant. After purchasing this video, I command you to place your computer, tablet, phone, whatever you use to view & worship your Mistress positioned higher than you are. As a beta, you belong on your knees; & that's where you will stay as I let you in on the rules of the game I wish to play with you. This time, you will need supplies. Rope, Saran Wrap, Handcuffs, whatever you can wrap your pesky fingers around to place yourself in a self bondage predicament. You will not be able to get up from your position, no matter how desperately you may wish to turn the volume of this video down after I give you your instructions, commands of entrapment.

I'm in a generous, giving mood. Today I'll allow you a taste of pleasure, but you should know that every reward; comes at a price. Getting to taste apart of your Goddess, the one whom you worship and admire is only for those who display obedience, loyalty, devotion. Don't bother clicking purchase, if you haven't heard this. My sweet saliva, trickling into your eager mouth. Sliding down your throat, filling you up. Quench your thirst.

I'm never going to let you out. The moment I trapped you in that cage, taking those keys into the palms of my hands; your fate was sealed. Your manhood is mine, for eternity. Do you know how aroused and stimulated I am, by the fact that I control your orgasms? That your cock belongs to me? That I stripped you of your manhood. I get so much pleasure in teasing, tormenting you; your cock is never going to see the light of day. You will be trapped in that plastic, or metal, whatever device I desired for you in particular; spending the rest of your days in a cage. I'm going to make sure eternity, is quite painful for you.

A high risk masturbation game for the eager servant. After purchasing this video, I command you to place your computer, tablet, phone, whatever you use to view & worship your Mistress positioned higher than you are. As a beta, you belong on your knees; & that's where you will stay as I let you in on the rules of the game I wish to play with you. You will not be able to get up from your position, no matter how desperately you may wish to turn the volume of this video down after I give you your instructions, after you realize what you've gotten yourself into by purchasing, clicking play. Though by then, it'll be too late.

You take the blue pill—the story ends, you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. Living the vanilla life that you have grown accustomed to. You continue wearing the mask, playing pretend. You take the red pill—you stay in Wonderland, serve, I grab your hand show you how deep the rabbit hole goes. Remember: all I'm offering is the truth. Nothing more.

It seems you've found yourself a victim, a victim of my bondage box. I'm not sure exactly if and when you're ever going to find yourself free. I have far too much fun, teasing, tormenting, taunting my victims as they struggle in the confines of the crystal clear box. Letting you see everything, but letting you touch nothing. Sweet treats, so close; yet so far away. You'd do anything to taste, to touch, to feel, but you won't. Ever. Undeserving. Unworthy. Your desperation & you're enslavement fuel my fire.

You've been begging for my cock, for me to strip you of your anal virginity. Well today you will learn that patience is a virtue, one that can save your life. Though in your case, it's far too late. As you've been whining, desperate for me to fill you up, I've been growing eager too. Eager to end you with my favorite dildo, one I only bring out on special occasions. One I only use when I wish to sink my claws in my prey, fully; & devour them whole. What you didn't realize, is that the first time I fuck you... it will be your last.

*Natural rain sound effects in certain segments*

I am a queen, and you? A peasant until you are granted the honorary title of Knight, but this is something you must earn. Through love, loyalty, & devotion to your Queen. I will let you in on what you must do, what you are required in your servitude. You will bend the knee little Peasant. You will worship, you will praise; for I am Royalty.

A high risk humiliation task for the eager servant. After purchasing this video, I command you to place your computer, tablet, phone, whatever you use to view & worship your Mistress positioned higher than you are. As a beta, you belong on your knees; & that's where you will stay as I let you in on the rules of the game I wish to play with you. You will not be able to get up from your position, no matter how desperately you may wish to turn the volume of this video down after I give you your instructions, after you realize what you've gotten yourself into by purchasing, clicking play. Though by then, it'll be too late.

I wish to see physical evidence, of the agony I bestow apon you when I don't allow you the privilege of an orgasm. Your built up tension, desire. Today, you're going to edge yourself for me. Slowly, teasingly; I'm going to have your balls and cock aching as I command you to follow the pace of my hand movements. No matter what I show you, no matter what you see, you'll keep that slow, agonizing pace. You will stroke up & down to my perfect body, my seductive tone, alluring eyes until I give you a countdown to cum. I'll capture your release, your cum in a shot glass between by tits; & you'll fill it to the brim with your pent up load. When you cum is when the fun truly begins. Every orgasm, serves a purpose, a lesson you will learn well after viewing.

In this video I explain to you, what it takes to be mine; to earn the right to be my collared slave. This is the first step, accepting your training collar. Do you see the heart charm that dangles from it? It signifies your love, your devotion, your surrender. This is not an accessory, a piece of leather wrapped around your neck, this is your commitment to the journey of submission. The journey into leaving behind who you were before & rebuilding you into my perfect servant. You, must earn this collar. This training collar, is the start to eternity. It is not to be taken lightly.

Let's be honest, you crave the site of me. You'd do anything, to just watch me go about my day to day activities as I pay you no mind. Scrolling through my phone shopping, smoke pouring from my lips sensually, my silky soles incased in stockings tapping onto the ground. As I stretch and spread my feet, you can't help but think of how lucky you are just to be in my presence. Watching the details of my mouth as my tails trace along my full lips, biting it in concentration while reading emails. This, for you; is bliss and it is for me to. I love, that my lack of attention for you as you so wound up. You'll pay quite a pretty penny for the pleasure.

I'm your goddess. More than anything in this life, you wish, you crave to worship me. To you, my body is a temple. A temple that deserves praise and adoration. A goddess, that deserves your loyalty. A goddess who excites you, entices you, intimidates you. Who challenges you, but you love every minute of it. You live, for every minute of it. You eagerly await my commands, clinging on to every word that leaves my lips. I, demand everything. I don't want your money, I want your servitude. I want eternity, and you'll give it to me.

My dream is bigger than your dick. Read every word, embrace every line & syllable that statement contains. My. Dream. Is. Bigger. Than. Your. Dick. What do I mean by that, other than the obvious? Your lacking manhood, small & dismal in comparison to real alpha cocks in length. I'm not just talking about your little member, the sorry excuse for a dick you contain in between your legs. My statement is so much deeper than that. I'm in the process of building an empire. Turning men like you into mindless drones. Easy to command. Eager to serve. My dream is so much bigger, than that miniscule cock. My goals and aspirations for my empire thrive in my mind, growing larger by the day. And you? You're stuck with your teeny, tiny, shrimp dick. Listen to my cruel, sensual tone, swaying hips, and manipulative movements of seduction as I tell you all the ways, compare & contrast; how my dream is bigger than your dick.

You awaken, dazed and confused, your eyes and mouth sealed shut with duck tape. You hear an alluring voice pulling you into consciousness; holding onto the words "if you want me to remove your bindings, don't make a fucking sound." You remain silent, and the voice sets you free... well, almost. You blink a few times, your body and mind feeling high though you come to find it's due to what the woman before you stuck into your neck. She begins to explain that she was hired by an employer to take you out, seems you've pissed off the wrong people. Instead, she's come up with a compromise. You have two options. Sign a contract which she's gripping in her hands that's relinquishes all your financial assets to her client... or sign away your entire being to her. Being a man of strength, dignity, which will you choose? To be bankrupt, or to be ruined?