Laying on my couch, writing, I hear a strange noise. I haven’t a clue where it’s coming from...until I realize the source of the strange noise is coming from the floor, right in front of my couch, and it’s you! I’ve never seen someone as tiny as you, and I can’t help but wonder why you’re even here. Sure you wanted to come and see me, but considering how small you are you should still announce yourself before entering. Frankly, knowing that I’m a giantess compared to you, I can’t believe you still decided to come in! You're not even as big as my pinky finger so if I hadn’t noticed you, you could’ve gotten trodden on - and no one wants that. Tiny size aside, it’s so creepy that you snuck into my home through a barely open window. I don’t fully open windows specifically so that creeps don’t come in, yet you’ve still managed to end up here! Showing off my bare foot, it’s abundantly clear how easily I could just squish you underfoot. After all, you’re not even as big as my big toe! Perhaps I can shoo you away or nudge you with my foot since I want you gone, but even the thought of touching you creeps me out. Ew, go away! I could squish you right under my feet and you’re so tiny compared to me that I wouldn’t even notice. Speaking of creepy...I can’t believe you're staring up my skirt. Don’t even think about climbing into my knickers, you tiny bug of a creature! I really will stand on you and squish you if you keep bothering me. My foot is big enough to do it and then you’d never bother anyone again. Take a good look because this bare foot will be the very last thing you see! Although... there’s always a chance you could worm your way out between my toes and then you’d crawl on top of my foot. Ew! There’s only one solution to get rid of you, you little creep. I’m not going to use my hands and I’m not going to use my feet, so I’m going to have to squish you with my book. It’s a heavy hardcover that I think will do a perfect job of solving a pest problem like you. I’m done with you and I want you out of here. Goodbye, tiny freak!

A gente se divertiu muito neste set: foi uma cafeteria, um hotel e agora um bar hipster com uma política bem rígida de Não Seja Estranho. Ser estranho não é algo que venha naturalmente ao Chris, mas ele fez um trabalho excelente e ficou feliz em ajudar a tornar realidade nossa fantasia de vingança.

Dressed in a pink crop top and black knickers, I know you love looking at my big soft tits...but there’s something you want even more. Something a little lower...and it’s not my pussy. You don’t get that. Today you'll get to worship something even better: my big, soft belly! Jerking your cock, I know you're thinking about me lowering these high waisted knickers to let you see more. But you don’t get that just yet. Instead, come get a nice close view of my profile first. Look at all of this soft, squishy, jiggly belly just ready to be worshipped! That’s what a belly lover like you wants. Now I think you’re ready to see more. Lowering my knickers just slightly, I’m still not going to let you see everything immediately. Keep jerking that cock while this anticipation makes your arousal grow more and more. Watch as I jiggle and drop my belly again and again, my knickers almost disappearing beneath them. Jerk as I jiggle. I love seeing how much this big, soft belly turns you on. I love seeing how desperate you are to touch and squeeze as I tease you with my tummy. Even my tits jiggle when I jiggle my belly and it makes you so horny to watch me play with this belly, knowing you’ll never get to touch it. Only my favourite boys get to touch my belly, and you’ll have to prove yourself if you want to become one of them. Getting nice and close to you as I caress my belly, I know that this is the view you want. Imagine kissing it, licking it, your tongue in my belly button...if only I’d allow you the privilege. You’re such a kinky boy and I have so much fun teasing you, knowing what you want and how much you want it. Beg for my belly. You’re so close to the edge and I’m going to count you down. Cum for my big soft beautiful belly! Give me all of that spunk! Next time, perhaps you'll even have the privilege of touching it...

Dressed in a pink crop top and black knickers, I know you love looking at my big soft tits...but there’s something you want even more. Something a little lower...and it’s not my pussy. You don’t get that. Today you'll get to worship something even better: my big, soft belly! Jerking your cock, I know you're thinking about me lowering these high waisted knickers to let you see more. But you don’t get that just yet. Instead, come get a nice close view of my profile first. Look at all of this soft, squishy, jiggly belly just ready to be worshipped! That’s what a belly lover like you wants. Now I think you’re ready to see more. Lowering my knickers just slightly, I’m still not going to let you see everything immediately. Keep jerking that cock while this anticipation makes your arousal grow more and more. Watch as I jiggle and drop my belly again and again, my knickers almost disappearing beneath them. Jerk as I jiggle. I love seeing how much this big, soft belly turns you on. I love seeing how desperate you are to touch and squeeze as I tease you with my tummy. Even my tits jiggle when I jiggle my belly and it makes you so horny to watch me play with this belly, knowing you’ll never get to touch it. Only my favourite boys get to touch my belly, and you’ll have to prove yourself if you want to become one of them. Getting nice and close to you as I caress my belly, I know that this is the view you want. Imagine kissing it, licking it, your tongue in my belly button...if only I’d allow you the privilege. You’re such a kinky boy and I have so much fun teasing you, knowing what you want and how much you want it. Beg for my belly. You’re so close to the edge and I’m going to count you down. Cum for my big soft beautiful belly! Give me all of that spunk! Next time, perhaps you'll even have the privilege of touching it...

Nossa, que fim de semana! Acabei de voltar do melhor festival de música que já fui em anos, mas estava tão quente e empoeirado. A música era ótima, mas o estado dos meus sapatos... nem tanto. Olha só esses tênis. Eles eram originalmente brancos, mas agora estão descoloridos e absolutamente nojentos. Só há uma solução, e é você deixá-los bem limpos para mim. Se fizer um bom trabalho, talvez eu até deixe você limpar meus pés como final! Por enquanto, quero que você entre aí, cheirando aquele suor de fim de semana exalando dos meus sapatos. É bem nojento, então comece a lamber as solas até que fiquem tão brancos e brilhantes quanto antes da sujeira do festival. Você é um sub de pés muito entusiasmado, então ouça enquanto eu instruo você a lamber cada centímetro desses sapatos. Poeira, grama, suor e Deus sabe o que mais está acumulado nos meus sapatos, e você vai garantir que eles voltem a ficar como novos. Logo eles estão com aparência muito melhor, mas sua tarefa ainda não terminou. Tenho outro par de sapatos que precisa de limpeza - minhas sapatilhas! Enfie o nariz aí e cheire meu suor mais uma vez. Fede, está sujo, e é exatamente isso que você merece, meu pequeno maníaco por pés. Passe a língua sobre o couro das minhas sapatilhas até que fiquem bonitas e brilhantes de novo. Cada sulco nessas solas será saboreado por você, mesmo que eu tenha pisado em coisas desagradáveis. Cheire, chupe e lamba até eu ficar satisfeita. Só agora você pode lamber meus pés sujos e suados! Lamba entre meus dedos dos pés nus e prove o suor de fim de semana acumulado ali. Quando eu colocar meus pés na sua cara, você vai lamber e chupar cada dedo, lamber meu calcanhar, saboreando minhas plantas suadas e fedorentas e fazendo um bom trabalho, vadia de pés. Na próxima vez que eu voltar de um festival precisando que meus sapatos e pés sejam limpos, eu sei exatamente onde ir.

Rosie e eu nos divertimos muito nos sujando - estamos ambos cobertos de milkshake e xarope - e agora é hora de limpar. Mas não conseguimos tirar as mãos um do outro!

Goodness, what a weekend! I’ve just come back from the best musical festival I’ve attended in ages, but it was so hot and dusty. The music was great, but the state of my shoes...not so much. Just look at these tennis shoes. They were originally white but now they’re discoloured and absolutely disgusting. There’s only one solution, and that’s for you to get them nice and clean for me. If you do a good job I may even let you clean my feet as a finale! For now I want you to get right in there, smelling that weekend’s worth of foot sweat wafting from my shoes. It’s quite gross so start licking the soles until they’re as sparkling white as they were before the dirt of the festival. You’re a very enthusiastic foot sub, so listen as I instruct you on how to lick every inch of these shoes. Dust, grass, sweat and god knows what else is collected on my shoes, and you’re going to make sure they’re back to good as new. Soon they’re looking much better, but your assignment isn’t done just yet. I have another pair of shoes that need cleaning - my ballet flats! Get your nose in there and smell my sweat once more. It stinks, it’s dirty, and this is exactly what you deserve, my little foot freak. Run your tongue over the leather of my ballet flats until they’re nice and shiny again. Every groove in these soles will be savoured by you, even if I’ve stepped in some unsavoury things. Sniff, suck, and lick until I’m satisfied. Only now do you get to lick my dirty, sweaty feet! Lick between my bare toes and taste the weekend’s worth of sweat collected there. When I put my feet in your face you’re going to lick and suck each toe, lick down my heel, savouring my sweaty stinky soles and doing a good job, foot slut. The next time I come back from a festival needing my shoes and feet cleaned, I know exactly where to go.

Eu nunca pensei que meu marido me daria palmadas, mas aqui estamos! Eu queimei o jantar duas vezes esta semana e ele acha que isso é inaceitável. Eu sei que me distraio facilmente, então talvez essa punição com paddle que ele está prestes a me dar me ajude a focar. Ele vai chegar em casa em breve, mas até lá, tenho que ficar de joelhos no lugar, segurando o paddle, para pensar no que fiz.

Retoque de um vídeo mais antigo!

Tenho uma ideia, uma que acho que a Nimue vai adorar top!

Eu tiro uma garrafa de óleo para começar a esfregar por todas as suas curvas sexy, peitos enormes e barriga macia antes de a Nimue começar em mim. Ficamos todos brilhantes, escorregadios, e até derramamos entre nós para esfregar sem as mãos! Querem ver os nossos corpos BBW passarem de macios e pálidos a oleosos e brilhantes...?

You don’t own your orgasms anymore...I do. You simply couldn’t be trusted with your own orgasms so you had to hand them over to me: someone who knows what they’re doing and knows how to keep control over you. If it were up to you, you’d cum whenever you wanted with no self control like the disgusting loser you are. Luckily for you, I’m going to teach you that you’re capable of jerking off without cumming. That’s right, because you’ve handed control over to me I’ve decided today that I don’t want you to cum...but I do want you to wank! I don’t care if you need to speed up or slow down, but I want you stroking at all times while I speak to you. It amuses me not allowing you to cum, seeing you struggle as you stroke while realizing what a loser you truly are. Losers like you don’t deserve a nice stress relief orgasm and losers certainly aren’t allowed to cum whenever they want. You can beg for permission to cum, but the answer today will always remain the same. No. You’ll get more frustrated, stroking that cock without any release but the answer will still be unchanged. A loser like you will watch this video again and again, listening as I describe all the reasons I’m denying you while wanking until it’s too much to bear, but no matter how many times you watch there is no secret ending where I allow you to cum. Get more worked up. Get closer and closer to the edge. Keep wishing that I’ll change my mind, but remember - losers don’t get to cum, and your suffering is for my amusement. The weight of my control will never be more evident than the realization that you finally get to wank freely...without any release until I allow it!

I was gifted this gorgeous, red playsuit, but it was too good to keep it all to myself! But I knew it needed to be shown off to best advantage, so I added a red wig, red lipstick, and red nail polish so you could see it at it's best. It wasn't long though, before I was too horny to keep my hands off myself, and brought my little vibrator into play, giving myself a nice orgasm while you watch

Você conseguiu ficar dois meses inteiros trancado em castidade e, embora eu saiba que foi difícil, estou incrivelmente orgulhosa de você. Isso prova que, já que você chegou até aqui, eu sei que você pode ir ainda mais longe por mim. Sim, ainda mais longe. Que bobo você é por pensar que seria liberado hoje! Eu disse que nós iríamos conversar sobre a sua libertação hoje - não que isso realmente fosse acontecer. Além disso, pense em todas as melhorias que esta gaiola de castidade trouxe para a sua vida para melhor. Você tem estado muito mais atento em me servir, e depois de um tempo você nem vai se lembrar de como era ter acesso livre ao seu pau, ou de como era ter que se preocupar com as distrações de estar com tesão. Essa coisinha minúscula que você chama de pau nunca poderia servir a ninguém, então é realmente o melhor em todos os aspectos que esteja trancada. Seja grato. Gaiolas de castidade são muito mais íntimas do que uma coleira, que são meramente peças de joalheria que podem ser esquecidas eventualmente. Castidade permanente, no entanto, é um lembrete muito mais constante na forma daquele peso de metal frio ao redor do seu pau de que você pertence a mim em cada momento da sua vida desperta. Sua gaiola é semelhante a uma coleira no sentido de que nunca será removida a menos que um de nós decida que essa dinâmica não nos serve. Até lá, você vai se acostumar com a ideia de que nunca ficará sem ela - assim como nunca ficará sem o meu controle sobre você. Sem distrações, apenas devoção e um desejo de fazer cada vez melhor em me servir. Este é o seu check-in de dois meses, e estou ansiosa por muitos mais desses… sabendo que essa gaiola nunca vai sair!