Miss Roper

*This clip includes dream filtered audio & a low, ambient backing track to send you deeper into my tit trance.


Look at how shiny they are, your step-mother's oily tits. Don't think I haven't been noticing how you lust over them. However I can't say I blame you, do big and distracting. If you're good, perhaps I will allow you to edge for them. But I will be in control of the pace of your strokes. You'll lose more of your mind slowly but surely, the deeper you stare at me lubing and bouncing them. Hanging onto every word that leaves my lips as they get shinier, and shinier. You feel so weak at the sight of them. Unable to keep your hands from between your legs. Unable to keep yourself from pumping, and following my lead. These rubber milkers of mine live rent free in your head, from now until the end of time.

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You've been here before. Beat down by me and my cock. However you've never been face fucked for three days straight. Three days of hard play, where I show your mouth and body no mercy. I change the size of my strap-on cock each morning, making you take bigger and more. Seeing how much I can stuff down your throat. You're mocked, humiliated, spit on, tea-bagged, stomped on, made to drink my nectar and used as a human ashtray. I even make you apart of a live stream, to show my friends and fans what a mess I have made of you. So many sadistic activities in which I place you through during these three, long days. You thought before that you could take it, didn't you? You thought before it would be a dream come true to spend this much time with me one on one. Seeing how many ways my mind comes up with to fuck you up. I will have you eating your wishes and words, along with this fat dick.

There's nothing like having an eager foot slut cleaning your feet, while you enjoy a smoke. Making her peel your sweaty soles from your heels as you deeply inhale. Watching as her mouth spreads further, and further open to take your entire foot down her throat. She doesn't speak a word, as she should; she has work to do. Making sure my soles are left with no traces of what they collected throughout the day. I love blowing clouds of smoke, at peace and ease as she gags and drools on my beautiful feet. Such a lucky and eager girl to have her face be used as nothing more than a rag for me. I can't hide the pleasure on my face as she loses herself in the smell, beauty, and taste of my superior soles.

"Would like you to wear the girliest satin panties (shiny the better & full backs) and bra. While calling me names, such as panty wearing slut, bitch, sissy, etc. The dirtier the better.

You come home and catch me in our bedroom, smelling your panties while wearing satin panties. You are livid and tell me, I should know the rules, if I want to jerk off, I have to ask for permission. You smile and say, how can I be mad at you, you look so good. Look, it doesn't fit in those panties. You say, lets have some fun, my friends have to see this. You start taking pictures of me, make me pose and stroke my cock how you wish, two hands, on all fours..whatever you wish. You can also make be repeat after you, for you your amusement.

You tell me how much you love that I have a satin panty fetish and it is my lucky day. You strip down to your panties and bra, teasing me. You never have to get naked, feel the satin, run your hands all over and in your panties, slap you ass, squeeze your breasts together, all while humiliating me, call me names.
Have fun, do what you wish. You want panties on my head, fine. At the end, make me cum in my panties, take pictures, laugh, smile, whatever."

Such a lucky mud pig you are, to be a toilet for two Mistresses. A pair of devious best friends with brewing bellies and bladders that can't wait to use your face. Filling your mouth & belly to the brim with filth and nectar. You will serve as a port-o-potty. We will take you everywhere, so that while we are out at clubs, with friends, or out for meals; we always have a toilet on standby to use. Never having to go without. This is your sole purpose to use now pig. Nothing more than a toilet to be left underneath us. And if you even think about spitting it out? We will shove it down your throat. Making you gulp down every liquid and dropping we release from our divine bodies.

Dangling an all white cigarette between my glossy lips, I stroke my fat strap-on cock. You are to follow my lead it movements, holding back the urge to spill. You know better to cum without permission, you know better than to indulge in your own selfish pleasures and desire. I wonder if I will allow you an orgasm. Though we both know if you cum, you'll be made to eat it. Devouring every last drop. I love making you stop stroking to stare at your throbbing dick, filled with pent up sexual desire and frustration. Driving you mad and leaving you in longing to stroke once more. Just when you think I'm going to show you mercy, I leave you in ruins. And guess what? You're still going to eat it. Your lack of orgasm. Whatever spills from your cock as you're denied.

You didn't think I was going to find them, did you? Tucked away under your bed. Stuffed within cluttered cabinets. You didn't think I was going to find your dirty little secret. What you try to keep away from everyone. There's no secrets kept from me however. Not ever. I know exactly what you are. What you try to conceal from the rest of the world. The fact that you're a diaper dummy. You're so far from being a man. A crinkling diaper bitch boy. You know that sound all too well, don't you? You seriously fucking wear these? Such a little loser. What would my step-sister think if she that her boyfriend was a diaper wearing bitch. You invited be over, but didn't invite me to discover your dirty secret and mock and humiliate you for it. Who am I kidding, you probably want me to be your step-mommy now, don't you? You want me to change you, feed you milk from my plump tits? Pathetic.

It's thundering, storming. What better weather than to stay in doors and fuck. I'm sure our neighbors are participating as well, however our fuck fest will be far more kinkier. As well as wetter. We're going to spend this stormy evening slipping and sliding against each other in full rubber. The part we focus on lubing up the most, obviously being my big fat cock. You will be spending the hours of this storm listening to the crackling of lighting as I slid further and further inside of your gaping whore hole you call a mouth. Your gags muffled by the noisy clouds on the other side of these walls. You're going to get swept up in my Rainy Day Dick, little bitch.

You don't have any desire to do it. The thought of eating your own load? Repulsive to you. But, it's the only way you're going to be able to stroke for me and my glistening latex clad body. You're going to have to reach your desired point of climax once instructed, and swallow your seed. And this? This is just practice. Because if you want to continue being allowed to have orgasms, you're going to have to eat more than your own cum. You're going to have to learn how to stomach the sticky loads of others. Strangers. I've always found it so amusing how far men will go in order to get off. What boundaries they will cross...

"Hi, I'd like a POV JOI in which you are an evil woman who seduces and corrupts me the viewer. I am a minister and you want to make me break my wedding vows by betraying my wife and stroking for you. You make me admit that I much prefer the excitement and desire I have for an evil woman like you than I do for my wife. You make me edge a few times but won't allow me to cum. You make me beg you to cum and that's when it gets even darker. You are a witch/demon and satanist and you want me to betray my vows to the ministry and worship you instead. In so doing you will become more powerful and beautiful than ever. But it also arouses you sexually to be able to manipulate me like this. Finally you allow me to cum but only if I beg, and praise and worship you and give you my allegiance. And please feel free to embellish in any way you'd like based on the categories selected."

I am glistening head to toe in rubber, and so are you; my little gimp. Consider latex now, your cock sucking uniform. What you will always present yourself to me in when I command you down onto your knees. When I desire for you to suck and slurp on my cock. All of Miss Roper's latex gimps are cock suckers who get their mouth's and asses blown out, weren't you aware? Perhaps I'll just have to drill that fact in on both ends. However I want to make sure my dick is properly lubricated, and I'm not talking about what I use to shine my rubber with...

You are such a fiend for leather. The smell. The look. The feel. Every time you see a powerful woman encased in it, especially her slender hands; your cock grows rock solid. You've had this weakness for the material as long as you can remember. Unable to control yourself. That's why I have no choice but to lock you up. Keeping you from stroking yourself mad. You will be teased and denied by the very thing that you crave. Soft, smooth leather. My round full breasts busting out of leather in my corset. My hands manipulating movements in tan leather gloves. Along with my bright red lips that mouth wicked, sensual words. That cage is going to be leaking. That cage, is going to hurt.

I've watched you stare at it for so long. Desiring for it to fill you up. Fuck you senseless. You want to be completely gone on cock. Seeing stars. Unable to move. You want to lose yourself in feeling of being impaled. Your mind hollowed out just like your asshole. You've sought lose of morals in the form of other things. Bottles, and liquids. But there is nothing like being fucked for cock. You will see it, feel it soon for yourself. That is, if you don't let your fear get the best of you...

This year, you're going to give me the BIGGEST gift. You should be thankful. It's free on your part. At least, financially. What you'll be handing over? That tight little asshole of yours. Because for my birthday this year, I want to drill you out with one of my BIGGEST cocks. You have NEVER even dreamed of considering opening your mouth or spreading your legs for such a massive dick. But your desire to please me runs too deep. You barely hesitate, and before you know it you feel as though your jaw is going to fall off because I'm pounding this huge cock in between your lips. Seeing how much of your throat I can fill up. Happy Birthday to me!

Tightly bound in a straightjacket. Bondage belts secured over you in layers, to insure complete and total immobility. The finishing touch. The cherry on my bondage bitch sundae? Chastity, of course. When I lock you up, I do so entirely. Every part of you. Mentally, physically. And before I leave you all alone to struggle as I go venture out to paint the town red with my girlfriends, I'm going to drive you mad. With my perfect, glistening rubber clad body. Sweet, sensually sadistic torment to remind you who is in control. Who have the keys to your freedom in the palms of their hands. Me.

I find it so fascinating. How one pair of cotton white socks has such a hold on you. However, I know it's not simply the socks. It's the delicious, dominate pair of feet that are tucked away in them. Mine. You just love the way I make them smell. The movements my toes make in the light material. When my soles squirm so does your cock and you're unable to resist. Unable to keep from wanting to release yourself or my fragrant cotton socked feet. But the question is... will I let you? Will I let you cum?

I'm going to teach you all about my length and girth. Drilling it into your head, through your mouth. You're going to study up on my cock. Tracing every detail with your tongue. A lesson is in order. Hands on, dick out. You on your knees and on your back. Taking all of me. Learning how far and deep I can drive my cock into you. You're going to have a master's degree in felatio by the time Miss Roper is through with you. Once you've drained my balls with your lips.

They are sweaty. Stinky. In need of a cleaning, and you're just the lucky little pervert to do it. I know how much you love my natural aroma, how you day dream of when I grant you this honor. Now is your time to shine. I haven't worn deodorant in weeks. There's nothing getting in between you, and my natural smell that you crave and yearn for a taste of. I can't help but laugh at how eager you are. How desperate you are to burry your nose deep into my armpits and get a deep whiff.

Did you have a good night, dear? Being locked up in your steel cage. Awaiting for me to return to let you out. I've been out at the club all evening, while you've stayed behind bars. Not only containing your body, but your cock. What a loser, being made to stay home in chastity. Unable to even jerk off while your wife goes out into the night, bumping and grinding on other men. But what's even more pathetic? You love every minute of it. You love when I come home and tell you the details of my evening. Who I've secretly fucked in the bathroom. Not only do you get every juicy retelling of the night's events, but you get the pleasure of cleaning up the aftermath. All the cum and sweat that's stored between my ass. Lick it up, cucky hubby. It's your role, after all.

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If you wish to see my soles at their best, you're going to have to pay a hefty price. In this fantasy brought to life I make you work for your fetish. Extracting your credit card information as well as what's piling up in your bank account from you using your weakness for perfect pairs of feet in my favor. You can't help but go as far as to agree to things that normally would be a hard limit for you. You NEED to see my wrinkles glistening, oiled up. You don't care how far into debt I send you, just so long as you have the honor of getting on yours knees and admiring my succulent soles. What a sucker.