Mandy Marx

You've been referred to a for your work behavior towards women.

So we're going to see you here once a week. You are... locked in to your date. I have some theories about you. Let's see if we can alleviate your issues by leaning into them. Could there be an underlying sense of submission beneath the surface? Do you yearn to by on your knees? Try It. Do you want a collar? Try mine...

Dr. Marx is at it again, using some fun tricks, ASMR, and piercing intellect to create a steamy experience for you. Headphones and privacy recommended, this is a deeply submissive experience.

I have had you in captivity. You have been frustrated, you feel how helpless you truly are, you can't get out of your cage. I have you. And now I've appeared and you hope to be let go.

Except, you have a choice. If you want to get out, you'll have to do something for me. Of course, you don't *have* to, I won't *make* you. If you want to continue to be helpless and naked behind bars, that's fine to.

It's up to you what you choose.

A sultry, devious scene.

This is real. Got a custom about a boy fantasizing about giving me his girlfriend's info, and acting like I have it.

So I took his fee and informed him how much pleasure I would take in making this scene, and that I knew he'd be jerking to it for weeks and months to come.

Then I told him I wouldn't film or give the scene to him until he gave me his girlfriends info.

Trembling. Typing with one hand, I'm sure, he complied. I verified.

Thought that would make the scene so much better, don't you agree. Want to see me give a boy the fear boner of a lifetime?

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-I sincerely love, and take great pride in making the most effective, mind-bending custom commissions. Do write me with yours.

-I also take select blackmail clients. I am very cautious, it is very real. Feel free to inquire if you like what you see here.

A custom request gone straight down the middle lane, for a change. You want shoe trample, beating, and ballbusting? Let's go, custom boy. Where are you? Come and session with lil' ole me. I dare you.

Vicious.

Damn, that ass. Those luscious lips and curvy legs. Damn those... production values! I'm bigger, badder, and sleeker than ever, now down the floor and push play, slave.

Five more simple tasks for you to achieve to make the world a better place for me, all women, and yourself. This is submission. This is service. This is female supremacy.

After a hard day's fighting each other, sometimes it's fun to just relax and click on the computer. Log in to Skype. Oh, Capedcrusader69 is on. "Hey Batman, how are you?"

"Take it out, jerk that heroic cock for me... let me see it. Good boy. Stroke. Stroke while I rub. And let me tell you what I got away with today, Batman. You thought you got all the jewels back, but I sneaked one by you. Aww, does that make you frustrated? Does that make you hard?"

Yes, in this amazing clip, Catwoman engages in Skype with Batman on an off night. You're welcome.

A patented MM custom takeover. For my addicts. Stroke, and bask in my latex brilliance.

Unfortunately I'm too much even for latex. My leggings burst during this scene. So I tear them off in time to you blowing your load. Time it right and you'll get a reward.

NOTE: New store Lucid Dreaming . I've worked on it myself. Lucy's an excellent student, she's wicked hawt, and taking sessions now.

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An uncommon clip since this idea has blossomed into a deep fetish for myself, having you like this (for insight on this, see Pump For Class President).

You are perfectly gagged with my special boutique gag system. Your mouth is fastened to the ground. Locked. I need no other bondage, you are prostrate and locked into submission. This is how I want you touching yourself. Play along at home, I tell you how. Lock those lips to the floor, and do what I say.

Pairs well with my recent training series.

A JOI just for you? Let's start with your email. Let's move on to your zombie stroking habit, and let's end on who owns you. Who haunts you. Even more, now that you're helpless to watch this. Don't miss what I do to this boy, because it is what I could do to you too, just buy this clip.

How does it end, slave? What twist awaits you? Rewards or punishment. Nervous? Don't be. Relax into the abyss. Hard or easy, reward or pleasure, these things are no more in your hands. You're welcome.

Fuck, I have fun with this one. The height of femdom power. The glee in my eye. The subversion.

It doesn't end, of course. It begins.

Headphones, dark, and quiet required.

See Kat Turner's store for a Mandy Marx collaboration, our latest ball-busting/bondage scene, Goddesses At Play.

This one: Smooth as slicing through a peeled cucumber, more than its parts, this humiliation and control chat is dangerous.

If you check my store to see what I do often, this is for you. Care about my brains? This is for you. Stories about clients and how I read you like a book. Will you tell Dr Marx where it aches? Do you want to see me read between the lines?

Excellent behind-the-scenes fun at the end of this on. (A Prince song came on and I decide to put on a little show.)

You'll want to burst. Fifteen agonizing minutes of total control. Three parts, reinforced. Deepened. I ask who is your goddess, there is no other answer. Pure desire, pure kind fuck. Your limits tested, now that you can't go back.

Perfect Ease. Play my game. Sit still and listen to every word while in your cage. That's all. That's the challenge. That's your chastity submission engaged. Follow my easy directions and enjoy your chastity goddess. Nothing up my sleeve at all.

You've been referred to a for your workplace attitude toward women. Hose addict. I'm going to take control. Using the very tool that makes you weak. Here, let me prove it... let me prove to you I can make you do whatever I want you to do.

You work for me now.

As usual, not your average role play. Want a hot girl in your head?

You still have resistance but the obedience triggers are installed. Either way, you have little choice now. Resist, and like an elastic you snap back to obedience stronger. Obey, and you're my plaything. Unreal, intense hotness, paired with head-shaking insight. Becoming aware of my techniques, you are too late to alter them. They only serve to lock you in further as you marvel at what I can do, and realize you are serving a goddess.

Should you find a come-down or interlude feels appropriate after this mind-fuck, I recommend A Modern Goddess.

A sequel the gently brutal Swinging Denial, this is a continuation of a long day of no-safeword desperation. Only my arm gets tired at the end of the day so let's have a bluetooth vibrator do my work for me. And this little vibrator is an undulating beast. Fuck. What are you gonna do about it? Other than wait a week and beg me for another denial session, I mean?

Let me take you through, beginning to end, filming a clip, a perfect pedal-pumping clip.

Want me to pretend to be stuck in the mud for you? Want me to pump and pump and not be able to get out of the sticky mud? Hmph, we can play with that a little. But mostly I want to go fast. And this M240i wants to go fast with me. And you, are just gonna be along for the ride. Lots of pumping, really fun revving.

I can detect that little jingle that definitely isn't your keys. The shape of your bulge. You thought you could stand in front of this classroom caged without notice?

I guess that makes me an A+ Student. And the most mind-blowing student you've ever seen. Or am I, in fact, about to become the teacher? Take it out, Teach.

The most perfect tease and denial, edging, JOI clip trap ever made, because it's yours, isn't it? On viewing this, you may realize what you've gotten into. A superior presence, your will is going, going, gone. The instructions, so sweet, so insidious, so simple and so mischievous. My concepts, locked in your mind. My power, blankets your will.

The effects and brainwash techniques being utilized within, the ones you're asking for, are so smooth yet jarring. You are in the hands of a master at her craft. And those fucking instructions--too perfectly horrible. To strong a logic trap.

Headphones, dark, and quiet required.

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"Goddess Mandy, Within 5 seconds my jaw was on the floor and my mind was completely blank. I just finished watching for a second time and I cannot remember a single specific thing you said. All I can remember is the physical sensations, my eyes exploding and my mind wiping. Each sentence was like an electric pulse delivered through my entire body. -D"

Have I been remiss, not fully and truly putting you in your place as a pure zombie? A mindless stroking boy. I understand that's so close to what you are. More than you know. The mirror of your societal projection. This clip is absolutely irresistible.

One or two minutes in, you will be trapped stroking, agape, drooling. Helpless to stop. Helpless to do anything but follow your goddess's delicious orders.