Look at you. So desperate to see me that you’re immediately rock hard, but even in this state, the best you can give me is four inches. Such a tiny, worthless cock. No matter. I have other things I want to play with anyway. I’m going to drive my knee into your worthless little balls over and over again until I’m satisfied. Don’t worry, I’ll still let you wrap your thumb and finger around your pathetic tiny cock while I do it. It makes me so very happy to see you suffer, and you’re still rock hard and jerking it, so you must like it too, hmm? You’re desperate to drain your balls, even as I destroy them. Go on, cum for me. It might be your last orgasm ever, so enjoy it! Who knows if those useless balls will even work again after this?

You agreed to help your wife’s BFF with her psychology class; she wants to practice a new technique on you. You look into my eyes, take deep breaths, try to relax. But then I lick my lips. Suck my finger. Your gaze drifts down to my bra, visible through my sheer blouse. Before you know it, you’re rock hard, and I’m snapping my fingers and giving you mantras to repeat. “I’m obsessed with my wife’s BFF’s tits.” You try to resist my command to stroke for me, but it’s futile. I’m too irresistible, and you’re too weak. I reveal to you that this technique doesn’t implant false desires, if you’re desperate to worship my tits and stroke for me, it’s because deep down that’s what you want. You’re not sure, but if Kaidence says it, it must be true. I give you an out. If you really don’t want to cheat, you can leave now and we’ll forget this ever happened. But if you want me, if you’ve always wanted me, just beg me to steal you and I’ll take you to bed and fuck your mushy, weak brains out, right here, right now. We both know what you’re going to choose, don’t we? As I sit on your cock, I tease you about how easy it was to break you, then I ride you, calling you my little homewrecked slave, making you beg to cum deep inside your wife’s BFF and complete your betrayal.

Goddess turns 30 today! And I’ve got a fun little game for us to play. I’m going to let you jerk for me, but you only get 30 strokes. I’m going to tease you relentlessly first. Showing off my perfect body and letting you touch yourself everywhere but your cock, tormenting you until you’re desperate to pump. When I finally give you permission, you better hope you cum in 30 strokes, because if not, you’re going to be left desperate, tormented, denied. Do you think 30 will be enough? Maybe my teasing will drive you so crazy you’ll be a two pump chump? Of course, if you don’t make it, you can always buy more strokes.

Goddess turns 30 tomorrow! But you knew that, didn’t you? You’re a good slave who remembers important things like that, and I’m a good Goddess who comes up with tantalising, mutually beneficial gift ideas. You see, men are easy, even slaves. They just want a nice, big orgasm to make them feel good. And I know exactly how to give men like you the most pleasurable, powerful orgasm. By filling you up with my strap-on and letting you stroke while I fuck you. And women are easy too. All I want for my birthday is cold, hard cash. Just imagine it. On your back, legs spread with your phone in your hand, sending tribute after tribute as Goddess fucks you, filling you with her big, hard cock while draining every last drop of your cum and every last penny from your accounts. Doesn’t it sound like your dream? You’d even eat your own cum off your hand to please me on my birthday, wouldn’t you?

Hi! Oh, oops, do I need to be quiet? Is she right next to you? Or are you at work? On a train? Ohh, this is going to be fun. Teasing you relentlessly, knowing what I do to you, how hard I make you, how desperately you need to stroke your cock when you see my body, hear my voice. But right now, the most you can get away with is maybe a subtle little ‘adjustment’ of your pants, but no touching. No stroking. And definitely no cumming. But lucky me, I can do whatever I want! I can touch myself until I cum knowing that you’re watching, aching with pleasure but doomed to denial. I’ll try to be quiet.

Is this your third session with your new counsellor, Kaidence? It’s hard to remember; in fact, it’s hard to remember anything about your sessions with her. You just know that when you think of her, you get this rush of positive emotions. You have this deep, unshakeable feeling that you can trust her. Maybe it’s her voice. It seems to quiet your busy mind and bring you a sense of peace. She takes you deeper than ever before today, and once she has you, you realise you are desperately in love with her. Everything that was once yours is now hers. Even your thoughts are narrated in her voice now. And the fact that you can’t move is fine. The fact that your eyes are now trapped in hers is completely normal. The fact that you’re suddenly naked, her lips are on yours and her hand is wrapped around your cock? Perfect. She owns you anyway, why not your cock too? Why not your cum? You’re trembling, throbbing, leaking, held on the edge of orgasm for what feels like forever, stroked so slowly, tormented by her hand, her voice, her eyes, her kisses. But Kaidence owns your cum, so you won’t release until she says. You are nothing but her good boy. All sense of self is gone and you are mine to stroke, to edge, to own. And when I finally let you release? You’ll realise you need this every single day for the rest of your life. Nothing but Kaidence.

Hi honey, I’m home! Listen, my coworker Jamal is coming over tonight. And you know, I really tried to resist. I tried to keep it professional. But he told me exactly what BBCs like him do to snowbunnies like me, and I realised it’s everything I need. And you need it too. Look how hard it makes you when I talk about it. When you picture it. Stroke it for me. You know, when I told Jamal I had a husband, he laughed. He said as soon as he slides his BBC inside me, your bed and your wife and all her holes will belong to him. He said something else too, honey. He said you’ll clean up his mess when he’s done. Wow, that made your pathetic little white dick throb! See? You need it too. Keep stroking while I tell you everything Jamal is going to do to me. Oh. A knock at the door. That must be him. Are you ready? After tonight, you’ll never get inside me again. You know the saying. I won’t be going back. You’ll be doomed to stroke your pathetic little white dick and clean up his mess for the rest of your life, like a good little cuck.

Did you think a single load would be enough to satisfy my hunger? You were wrong. I am insatiable. I know it sounds like a challenge but don’t worry. Once you cum, my powers will become even stronger. Even more impossible to resist. You will be completely and utterly mine, and if I demand more seed, your body will provide. In fact, the safest thing to do would be to stop stroking now, because once you cum, I will have you. But you can’t, can you? You’re too weak for me already. Powerless. Doomed to stroke, to cum, over and over for this perfect temptress, knowing that it will be your ruin.

It’s simple science really. BBCs are bigger so they reach deeper into fertile white pussies like mine. Their cumshots are way more powerful, so their virile seed is more likely to make it to my womb. Their volume of cum is significantly larger, so they have more chances of a successful sperm reaching my egg. But if I say it in clinical terms like that, it’s not quite as sexy, is it? Not quite as memorable? So let me show you instead. Let me show you how teeny tiny white dicks dribble out useless, futile puddles and how huge, thick BBCs shoot massive, powerful loads. Let me give you a lesson you’ll never forget, whiteboy. Let me show you why the BNWO is inevitable and your resistance is futile.

Happy pride month, sissy! I’m finally giving you the gift you’ve been dreaming of for years, cocksucking lessons! I’m going to teach you exactly how to drive a cock absolutely wild with your mouth until it cums all the way down your tight, sissy throat. I take you through all the steps, tying your hair out of the way, coating your dicksucking lips in thick gloss, teasing the head of the cock with your tongue and lips, then finally deepthroating that thick, throbbing dick in multiple positions until he gives you a huge load to swallow like a good little cocksucking, cum guzzling, spunk swallowing little whore. Make Goddess proud, sissy.

Happy summer! All men love summer because they get to see women like me in skimpy little bikinis like this, but while other men stare at my tits and ass, you can’t stop staring at my stomach. You love it, don’t you? Don’t worry, I’m going to show it off, play with it, tease you with it. But I want you punishing your stomach while you watch. I make you write my name on your stomach, spank it and torment your belly button all while stroking your cock. I know you wish you could cum all over my sexy stomach, but you’ll have to settle for the next best thing. I make you cum all over my name written on your own stomach. P.s. my stomach makes lots of rumbling noises throughout the video (which I do mention in the video once or twice)!

You’re in bed at night when suddenly your hot new roommate nestles under the covers with you. You don’t think you’re going to be able to control yourself with my warm body against yours and my sensual voice in your ear, and then I wrap my hand around your cock and all logic and reason instantly drain out of your brain. Did you think I hadn’t noticed your little crush? Do you think I just ‘happened’ to call you a good boy just now? No. I know what it does to you. I know how desperately you want to be my good boy. After I make you admit it, I make a confession of my own. I want more. I want you wrapped around my finger, completely under my spell, desperate to please me. I’m going to count you down from ten and when I get to one, you’re going to fall even deeper in love with me as you cum. Afterwards, your post-orgasmic bliss leaves you so dazed you don’t even realise at first that I’m still stroking. But I don’t stop. Even as you start to writhe with overstimulation, I keep stroking. But then something magic happens. I tell you it feels good, and all of a sudden, it does. The overstimulation is still there but it’s overcome by pleasure. Because if I say it feels good, then it feels good. Right? Good boy. My voice and my touch pull you into a state of blissful oblivion, and when you cum the second time, there will be no going back. You’ll be completely obsessed. Hopelessly in love. All mine.