Miss Roper

Everything and anything, is what I want. Locking my eyes into yours I render you powerless, helpless. I am looking right into your soul, pinning you down. Your mind, is mine for the taking. All I need? My sadistic, sensual, spell binding words. My big, beautiful brown eyes that captivate you, pushing, pulling; sinking you into their depths. Mind. Body. Spirit. Wallet. It's all, mine. All that you have to offer me, and more. The aura that is my greed, my lust, power, beauty, entirely consuming you. It will never cease, this spell of mine. It only manifests.

(This is a custom video fantasy brought to life, no specific name used. To order your own email: raquel roper xxx @ gmail *remove spaces*.)

You know I own both of your parents, entirely; don't you? They do anything, and everything that I say. Whether it causes them pleasure or pain. Anything, and everything. Specifically that little bitch you refer to as Step-Dad. Spineless scoundrel. I enjoy disciplining him very much, causing him grief. Agony. Making him scream, music to my sadistic ears. One of my favorite things to do is to destroy your step-dad's pathetic little dick. When I see tiny dicks all I desire to do is smack them around. Backhanding them, punching away, watching as they turn red, purple and blue under my hand. I'm doing your step-mother a favor in having my way with your step-dad's meager cock, using an assortment of implements to beat his meat; watching crimson spurt from his flesh like a fountain. What's fucked is deep down inside he enjoys every minute of the what's even more fucked? You enjoy even more listening to every detail.

(This is a custom video fantasy brought to life, no specific name used. To order your own email: raquel roper xxx @ gmail *remove spaces*.)


My feet, send you into a trance. Supple toes, high arches, succulent soles that you simply can't get enough of. You are entirely content, with watching my feet twist side to side in open toed high heels; a mentally captivating motion. Eyes locked in, unable to free yourself from the display even if you desired. You follow my feet as I press into the floor, imagining a cigarette; perhaps even your face or cock & balls underneath as they twist as if something out from below them. A visual spell for a desperate little foot slut like you, who simply can't get enough of my feet and desires to only sink deeper into your ever growing addiction to enslavement by them.

I know what runs through little sluts minds like yours, all to well. The depraved fantasies of being filled up to the brim, every hole being of use and service. However fantasy, is far from reality; and what you might stroke that meager cock to the idea of would often have you frozen in fear and hesitation in all actuality. Though it's far too late in this circumstance, there's no turning back as you are the guest of honor at my "Perverse Party". Myself and a number of other Mistresses, some of my closest and most sadistic friends look forward to your attendance; we're stroking OUR large and girthy cocks at the thought. Are you ready for an ear, or should I say.. an ASS; full of what my party plans consist of?

This clip includes real time footage of me working up a sweat in the gym sporting my sneakers with no socks, as well as the sauna; before the real fun begins...


After working out in the gym after two hours, I could literally feel the sweat pooling as my toes squished the damp soles of my sneaker within. As soon as I returned home, I thought what better way to tease and taunt you with then pulling them right from my sneaker before showering. Glistening and tinted yellow from my well worn shoes ( I've been wearing the same pair of Nikes to the gym with and without socks every other day for the past year and a half ) the pungent, cheesy odor fills the air. You would do anything to smell my soles, between my toes; in this state. A dream come true it would be, to kneel beside my door waiting from me to return from the gym and huff away at not only my feet, but directly from the sneaker itself. I know you desperate little foot slut, jerking off to the thought of burying your nose into my wrinkles and deeply inhaling their erotic aroma. Disgusting. So vivid in your mind and senses the scent and feel of my soles are as you pathetically pump away at your shaft. The chance of you actually living out this fantasy? Next to impossible. However you could experience the next best thing, purchasing the very pair of sneakers that have caused this stench on my feet ...

I have something, that you are never going to get. Unworthy, undeserving. I'm beautiful, perfection from head to toe and girls like me don't end up with people like you. You will remain a hopeless virgin, abstinence naturally claiming you as it's own due to inferiority; for the rest of your days. I know exactly what losers like you really want, the power between my legs; my pretty perfect pussy that makes you feel drawn & helpless to my seduction, humiliation. What would you do with it anyway, if given a chance? You don't know the first thing about pleasing women, clueless dummy. You couldn't find the clit if I drew you a road map. However your desperation remains amusing. Losers, never get pussy. They only get to jerk their meager cocks to the day dream of it all.

You worship every inch of me, from head to toe; but don't think I haven't been paying attention to a particular part of me your eyes can't help but travel to and up. My long, luscious legs. Legs that make you hard, legs that make you weak, legs that make you want to stroke desperately. Admiring my calves, my thighs, the strength and flexibility I demonstrate as I spread and stretch. From down below you worship, as I tower over you. These legs make you feel so small. Such beautiful, long, luscious legs. Standing straight at attention like your meager hard cock. I can do so many things with them, these legs of mine; tricks to make that dick twitch. One of my best assets, you simply can't get enough.

Everything and anything, is what I want. Locking my eyes into yours I render you powerless, helpless. I am looking right into your soul, pinning you down. Your mind, is mine for the taking. All I need? My sadistic, sensual, spell binding words. My big, beautiful brown eyes that captivate you, pushing, pulling; sinking you into their depths. Mind. Body. Spirit. Wallet. It's all, mine. All that you have to offer me, and more. The aura that is my greed, my lust, power, beauty, entirely consuming you. It will never cease, this spell of mine. It only manifests.

(This is a custom video fantasy brought to life, no specific name used. To order your own email: raquel roper xxx @ gmail *remove spaces*.)

You know I own both of your parents, entirely; don't you? They do anything, and everything that I say. Whether it causes them pleasure or pain. Anything, and everything. Specifically that little bitch you refer to as Step-Dad. Spineless scoundrel. I enjoy disciplining him very much, causing him grief. Agony. Making him scream, music to my sadistic ears. One of my favorite things to do is to destroy your step-dad's pathetic little dick. When I see tiny dicks all I desire to do is smack them around. Backhanding them, punching away, watching as they turn red, purple and blue under my hand. I'm doing your step-mother a favor in having my way with your step-dad's meager cock, using an assortment of implements to beat his meat; watching crimson spurt from his flesh like a fountain. What's fucked is deep down inside he enjoys every minute of the what's even more fucked? You enjoy even more listening to every detail.

(This is a custom video fantasy brought to life, no specific name used. To order your own email: raquel roper xxx @ gmail *remove spaces*.)


My feet, send you into a trance. Supple toes, high arches, succulent soles that you simply can't get enough of. You are entirely content, with watching my feet twist side to side in open toed high heels; a mentally captivating motion. Eyes locked in, unable to free yourself from the display even if you desired. You follow my feet as I press into the floor, imagining a cigarette; perhaps even your face or cock & balls underneath as they twist as if something out from below them. A visual spell for a desperate little foot slut like you, who simply can't get enough of my feet and desires to only sink deeper into your ever growing addiction to enslavement by them.

I know what runs through little sluts minds like yours, all to well. The depraved fantasies of being filled up to the brim, every hole being of use and service. However fantasy, is far from reality; and what you might stroke that meager cock to the idea of would often have you frozen in fear and hesitation in all actuality. Though it's far too late in this circumstance, there's no turning back as you are the guest of honor at my "Perverse Party". Myself and a number of other Mistresses, some of my closest and most sadistic friends look forward to your attendance; we're stroking OUR large and girthy cocks at the thought. Are you ready for an ear, or should I say.. an ASS; full of what my party plans consist of?

Everything and anything, is what I want. Locking my eyes into yours I render you powerless, helpless. I am looking right into your soul, pinning you down. Your mind, is mine for the taking. All I need? My sadistic, sensual, spell binding words. My big, beautiful brown eyes that captivate you, pushing, pulling; sinking you into their depths. Mind. Body. Spirit. Wallet. It's all, mine. All that you have to offer me, and more. The aura that is my greed, my lust, power, beauty, entirely consuming you. It will never cease, this spell of mine. It only manifests.

This clip includes real time footage of me working up a sweat in the gym sporting my sneakers with no socks, as well as the sauna; before the real fun begins...


After working out in the gym after two hours, I could literally feel the sweat pooling as my toes squished the damp soles of my sneaker within. As soon as I returned home, I thought what better way to tease and taunt you with then pulling them right from my sneaker before showering. Glistening and tinted yellow from my well worn shoes ( I've been wearing the same pair of Nikes to the gym with and without socks every other day for the past year and a half ) the pungent, cheesy odor fills the air. You would do anything to smell my soles, between my toes; in this state. A dream come true it would be, to kneel beside my door waiting from me to return from the gym and huff away at not only my feet, but directly from the sneaker itself. I know you desperate little foot slut, jerking off to the thought of burying your nose into my wrinkles and deeply inhaling their erotic aroma. Disgusting. So vivid in your mind and senses the scent and feel of my soles are as you pathetically pump away at your shaft. The chance of you actually living out this fantasy? Next to impossible. However you could experience the next best thing, purchasing the very pair of sneakers that have caused this stench on my feet ...

(This is a custom video fantasy brought to life, no specific name used. To order your own email: raquel roper xxx @ gmail *remove spaces*.)

You know I own both of your parents, entirely; don't you? They do anything, and everything that I say. Whether it causes them pleasure or pain. Anything, and everything. Specifically that little bitch you refer to as Step-Dad. Spineless scoundrel. I enjoy disciplining him very much, causing him grief. Agony. Making him scream, music to my sadistic ears. One of my favorite things to do is to destroy your step-dad's pathetic little dick. When I see tiny dicks all I desire to do is smack them around. Backhanding them, punching away, watching as they turn red, purple and blue under my hand. I'm doing your step-mother a favor in having my way with your step-dad's meager cock, using an assortment of implements to beat his meat; watching crimson spurt from his flesh like a fountain. What's fucked is deep down inside he enjoys every minute of the what's even more fucked? You enjoy even more listening to every detail.

(This is a custom video fantasy brought to life, no specific name used. To order your own email: raquel roper xxx @ gmail *remove spaces*.)


My feet, send you into a trance. Supple toes, high arches, succulent soles that you simply can't get enough of. You are entirely content, with watching my feet twist side to side in open toed high heels; a mentally captivating motion. Eyes locked in, unable to free yourself from the display even if you desired. You follow my feet as I press into the floor, imagining a cigarette; perhaps even your face or cock & balls underneath as they twist as if something out from below them. A visual spell for a desperate little foot slut like you, who simply can't get enough of my feet and desires to only sink deeper into your ever growing addiction to enslavement by them.

If you have a cock ring, you're going to need it. If you don't, you will be required to fetch a shoe lace, or short rope in order to properly restrict your balls and the base of your cock before viewing. I want them bound up nice and tight for what happens next, the pressure rushing towards the tip of your cock as I instruct you to edge. Teasing your tip, pressing with your thumb right underneath that sweet spot under the head of your cock. Slowly stroking your shaft, never picking up the pace unless given permission to do so no matter how desperate you become for speed. Every touch, the sensation of it all feeling overwhelming due to your genital restriction and the visual stimulation of my manipulative movements and seductive words. Taunting you with your fate, with the fact that once you are granted permission to set your cock and balls free, you'll have to lap up every last drop of your pent up lust. Licking it from the floor, your body, fingers. Sweet, sweet suffering.

You all are always so eager to learn more about me, the person behind the screen. This is a treat, an unscripted, one on one, personal account of MY fetishes. I begin first with when my passion for strap on/anal play bloomed. How at a young age, I was drawn to homosexual television and porn; stimulated by the thought of a cock entering another man's ass. The confusion I was face with in never being drawn to hetrosexual porn, never desiring for me to be on the receiving end of my anal fascination. How I would fantasize about having my own cock, being able to fuck someone. What it would feel like. That enlightening moment when I first found female domination porn, a pegging scene, that having a cock and penetrating men WAS possible. That moment when I first shoved my fingers, then a dildo into a man's ass; my body trembling and shaking not out of fear... but pleasure and excitement.

I know what runs through little sluts minds like yours, all to well. The depraved fantasies of being filled up to the brim, every hole being of use and service. However fantasy, is far from reality; and what you might stroke that meager cock to the idea of would often have you frozen in fear and hesitation in all actuality. Though it's far too late in this circumstance, there's no turning back as you are the guest of honor at my "Perverse Party". Myself and a number of other Mistresses, some of my closest and most sadistic friends look forward to your attendance; we're stroking OUR large and girthy cocks at the thought. Are you ready for an ear, or should I say.. an ASS; full of what my party plans consist of?

You all are always so eager to learn more about me, the person behind the screen. This is a treat, an unscripted, one on one, personal account of MY fetishes. I begin first with when my passion for strap on/anal play bloomed. How at a young age, I was drawn to homosexual television and porn; stimulated by the thought of a cock entering another man's ass. The confusion I was face with in never being drawn to hetrosexual porn, never desiring for me to be on the receiving end of my anal fascination. How I would fantasize about having my own cock, being able to fuck someone. What it would feel like. That enlightening moment when I first found female domination porn, a pegging scene, that having a cock and penetrating men WAS possible. That moment when I first shoved my fingers, then a dildo into a man's ass; my body trembling and shaking not out of fear... but pleasure and excitement.

It's so unfortunate, unfortunate that you were born with a sorry excuse for a dick. That you've had to live your whole life with a tiny, little member. Never getting positive female attention, any time that you've dropped your pants they've laughed or dished out the line, "actually... it's getting late, I should probably head home!" - there there, even though you have a tiny little cock it still needs attention, doesn't it? From you of course, who that little worthless worm is attached to. Your fingers, are your mate for life after all. The only chance of a threesome in your future being with your left and your right hand, I know you're very well acquainted. My guess is just two fingers will do the job. Even though you have a sorry excuse for a dick, I know you still desire so desperately to stroke it for me, to me. That nasty, vile little thing. However If you want to stroke your itty, bitty dick you're going to have to beg. Beg and listen to my sadistic verbal word play as you tug.