Lucid Dreaming

A robotic facesit extravaganza. The all-new advanced fembot experience that will literally take your breath away. She’s cold. She’s ruthless. She’s perfect. She will grind the senses out of your face without a hint of empathy (I mean she’s a robot, duh). Multiple modes to ensure your submissive demise. This high-end, polished clip was a custom request with a lot of special touches. (Playful dialogue mode ACTIVATE, safety measure OVERRIDE.)

Inspired by my denim series and my interest in using mesmerize tricks and traps to make you ache, I'm asking you to reveal to me what makes you weak, and to initiate a relationship (or otherwise, I suppose) where you are share your specifics and I make them worse. Here, I'll show you a piece of what I mean...

This is the full version, includes some isolation.

The way he says “please”, I love making a boy so small, so helpless in their own pleasure. There are other submissives spread out across my house. All to each of their own pleasure chambers. All restrained and prepped for my sadistic use. They're trapped in their own minds and bodies, spaced out with sensory deprivation. Holding their breath for that sweet moment when I come back into the room and touch and tease them. This is my dollhouse and these are my toys. I'll decide which to break and which to dress pretty. This toy today is experiencing it for the very first time.

This is the highlights version, I’m in the room.

The way he says “please”, I love making a boy so small, so helpless in their own pleasure. There are other submissives spread out across my house. All to each of their own pleasure chambers. All restrained and prepped for my sadistic use. They're trapped in their own minds and bodies, spaced out with sensory deprivation. Holding their breath for that sweet moment when I come back into the room and touch and tease them. This is my dollhouse and these are my toys. I'll decide which to break and which to dress pretty. This toy today is experiencing it for the very first time.

So! How’s your MARRIAGE? Does your wife do these things? Can you have a normal relationship when THIS is what you’re into? Through restraints, we teach boys to show restraint. My analysis is that this boy, is in fact, a perv. My treatment process isn't nice. Hell, I'm cruel. I believe my success rate is better than any other comparable modern medicine. Intense Perfectly timed ruin!! Then he’s left, to prove how secure the wheelchair is.

A very special series requested by a very weak boy with a thing for smoking. This humiliation, get you out-of-it smoking mesmerize clip is, in a word, devastating. Truly dangerous and full of femdom beauty. You will not realize a clip could goon you out so thoroughly. I will be cruel, I will bend your will to mine. You will become more addicted, and more, and more.

My lethal poison is in you. Draining your life energy, slowly reducing you, paralyzing your limbs until your capabilities are limited to watching as I stroke my prey one last time. Bound by your fantasies. So many boys and girls try to get closer, greedy creatures who "just want to get to know the real you, mistress". This is me. Watch, carefully, guess my next move, and guess again.

I’ve never done this before. Odd, to try to talk like this, but it’s what you wanted. This is my special treat. I wish you were here with me, so I could watch you touch yourself at my direction, climax to my words and cute lingerie. I will let you cum on a few conditions, but not before I train you to become mindless for me. Virgins have a certain power, don’t you think?

It's oh-so-hard to be the boss, and feels oh-so-good to have the decisions taken away by your surprisingly feisty secretaries. Payback for your short temper? Or maybe Cara and I wanted to play role reversal with you. Simpler than that- we found your wife's contact info, and wanted to ensure our next reviews would reflect our hard work. Win-win.

Cara, our resident courtesan/office-girl is perfect in this professional role. Almost like she’s been in such an environment, hm...

POV, you’re Superman. The worlds greatest hero. And you’ve caught me. But before you know it, before you’re able to take me in and lock this bad guy away, you suddenly feel your senses crumbling and your brain giving way. Something isn’t right. Your eyes lock with mine and you start to feel weak. Your mind is mine now, Mr. Superman. Your will is mine. And you’re about to find out just what I’m going to do with this new control. Cat got your tongue?

Gawking is a no-no. Especially during workouts, this is how we blow off steam from long days of punishing deviants. Emerald and I have noticed this boy at our gym, week after week, then day after day, not even making a half-assed attempt to hide his perverted thoughts. Time to punish, between two pairs of the silkiest, meanest legs. Nighty night.

Emerald wanted to know more about in-room mesmerize techniques. So we did it up. All the way. Induction, mindfuck lighting, dick-tease and helplessness. This is how you make a drooling goon zombie boy all mindlessly yours, right in the room.

..7,8,9,10...11! Eleven pairs of cuffs, all together. And to top the cake, one heavy head. The metal dome alone would make him immobile but I really wanted to make sure. A boy. So helpless. So fun to poke, step on, taunt.

Have you ever wished to be my whining pup? For me to command you to roll around for me and to tell you "Good Boy"? This is your chance for you to come play with me, fido. Click that collar on and be prepared to listen to what your mistress has to say, and earn your treats.

I've been watching him watch me. He knows my dominatrix ways. I can tell he wishes he was a client. From the moment I met him, when I convinced him to rent the place for a 100 dollars cheaper, I knew he was a secret submissive. Now I've caught him watching me through window and invited him inside. He can watch me shower and I'll restrain him in my dungeon (all while wearing his new cage of course) and I can live rent-free, and then some. Fun day, great shower scene.

Our office girl (real) has a desire to be in the business (real). We want to get under her skin and really understand what make her tick. Understand her weaknesses and them, and find strength. SO. I ask her about what she likes. Exactly what she likes. Cataloguing her preferences. If only every client was this cute, every session this meaningful. Let’s take the office girl to the edge of insanity and back. Poor girl. She gave up all her weaknesses. Gorgeous lesbian strap-on play, and tease and denial.

Could be just the beginning. Make an anchor you can lock your chastity device to. An easy way to use a single padlock to stay in your chair and do my bidding, anytime, many times. An immediate feeling of service submission. A beginning of a beautiful phase of diva service. And it’s really rather easy. Surprise mesmerize trap at the end. I look forward to hearing from boys about this one.

A deep training, whenever I snap my fingers you will return again and again inexorably into a spread position. And then I release you to be allowed to touch. If you cum, you’re released from the trance. This clip is crafted so that there is a smooth looping experience.

Loop twice if you're brave, three times if you’re a fetish addict, and more if you want to be made to worship a goddess with your torment.

*works best against a headboard or wall.

Want a nonstop tickle experience that drives you mad? Want bratgirls that don’t care about what you want once you’re locked in? Want really good cute, giggling ticklers? Make sure you see this first, because you’ll want to make sure you know how mean you are.

This is a security tease. He wants to be very secure, so I walk him through the process, and remind him of his options. None. How little he can do. How if he called for help, truly, the only thing that would happen is that anyone within earshot would love. We’re security minded girls, here, security minded office helpers and security minded mistresses. You’re home, and when I gently, with understanding, surround your chastity belted dick with my warm hand, the world melts away, doesn’t it? You have the lack of escape you crave.