Ceara Lynch Humiliatrix

As a married man, there should only be one woman on your mind. Unfortunately for you, you just can't get me out of your head. You have become addicted to my clips. Now, your tiny dick is trained to only get hard when you see me in a sexy bra and thong. It is really taking a toll on your marriage since you barely have sex with her anymore, and when you do, that pathetic cock of yours remains and doughy, unless you are thinking of me. So here's what I'm willing to do, I'm actually going to help you with your marital issues and sex life. I want you to imagine that every time you are with your wife, you'll picture me instead of her. When you touch her hair, kiss her lips, grab her ass and tits, anything you do, just use your imagination and see me there, on top of you, driving you towards an explosive orgasm. Your dumb wife will be so happy that you are finally giving her the pleasure she deserves that she won't even know that you've been thinking about me the whole time.

I’ve had your worthless clitty locked in chastity for so long you’ve almost forgotten its existence. All you feel when you try and stroke your imprisoned cocklette is the numbing emptiness of your former self. You were an insignificant loser as a man, unworthy of a woman’s pussy, wasting your time pretending to be anything but the Beta bitch you truly are. All those months in chastity have practically left you with nothing but a tiny floppy nub, so tragically soft and dripping of shame. The sheer humiliation of you realizing your complete uselessness has whatever manhood you have left inside. You’re so pathetic fucking your pillow trying to revive your lifeless clitty. This is why I’ve been training so you can finally accept your impotency. The one thing you need to remember for the rest of your life is that “the only good clitty is a DED CLITTY!”

Things have changed a lot since you devoted yourself to me. You’re no man, not even a beta... you’re my fairy whore! Completely transformed into the perfect slave for tormenting. Always soft and useless, I give your life meaning since God made a mistake when He created you. Your mind may still play tricks on you, convincing you of your “manhood.” Your clitty is fucking useless, which is why I keep it locked away. That cum deprived pain a man would feel in his balls doesn’t compare to the painful aching of your ovaries. That’s what happens when you train a clitty to be soft and drippy. You may think your lust for worshipping my pussy proves your manliness, but that’s only because you wish you had a pussy like mine. Growing up as a little Fairy, you were always jealous of the other girls. Face it, deep down you’ve always known that ugly flap of skin dangling between your legs was destined to be locked up forever. Now, whenever you look down at your chastised clitty, you will know you’re nothing more than a whore for my Alphas.

So you're thinking about popping the question. It's time to put all this femdom masturbation aside and take a at living a "normal" life with your girlfriend. Ha! Yeah right. Do you really think a little marriage certificate is going to break you from your obsession with me? Face it, you're in too deep. This is never going to change. You may have her hand in marriage, but the other one will always be mine, gripped tightly around your cock stroking to my clips.

There are 2 types of people in this world: Those who devour, and those who are devoured. Your purpose in life is to satiate my existence, to be fed upon, taken full advantage of like a powerless slave. Weak men are helpless prey that willingly sacrifice their existence to feed my Domme appetite. The only meaning for your existence is to be consumed for my betterment, making me stronger with your devotion. Your heart clenches at the fear of being completely submissive to me, willingly sacrificing to me whatever I demand. You may desperately try to resist, but at the end of the day you crave everything I do. There’s no escape from my control. Once you’ve committed, you will be eternally bound to worship me forever. Your survival is dependent on how strong your devotion is because your love for me is the only thing that keeps you alive.

You were instantly intrigued when you found out I was Dommenant. I mean you’ve always been interested in me for my looks, but once you began asking about me and digging a little deeper, you found beyond more than just my looks. Unfortunately for you, I see you just for what you are... another slave. The moment you saw me as Domme outlet for your sub desires, is when I decided you are no longer a man, but more like a toy or my pet. I love the idea of seeing you on your knees like a fucking dawg, slobbering for a kiss or just to hump my leg. It’s too bad you’ve chosen to be my slave instead of my man. I’m really good at pleasing the men I want to fuck. Instead, I’ll just use you for all sorts of task and chores from being my boot worshipping foot stool, to serving as my ash tray, or even being whored out to my REAL MEN.

They say a man's wife is the most important person in the world. Well that doesn't apply to you since your wife is a worthless piece of trash. That bitch doesn't compare to me. She dreams to be a fraction as pretty, as beautiful, as gorgeous as me. With that stringy hair, her saggy skin, she is just plain old not sexy. I mean her tits look like a! Theres nothing wrong with settling for average. Ugly wives need goddesses like me to aspire to be. She is nothing but a gross insect on the bottom of my heel.

You don't even realize how far you have fallen. I bet I can take you even deeper. Think I've taken you to the brink, fulfilled your desires to be controlled and dominated? It's time to really humiliate you by you to do some really hardcore degrading acts. I have been too easy on you, so this time I'm gonna break you. Show me how willing you are to submit to truly be my worthless slave. Now, prepare to be taken to new levels.

Can't rest? Seems like your obsession has taken over your rest leaving you tossing and turning all night on that flat pill and lumpy mattress. I know how hard it is to get me out of your head; all you can do is think of me, watch my videos, look at my pictures, and patrol my channels of communication. Just slide your hand under the sheets and grab that sad excuse of a cock. Go on, stroke your tired cock like an obedient jerking puppet. Be gentle with your tugs, you don't want to wake your wife.

It's a new year! New goals, new beginnings. Time to turn over a new leaf and finally rid yourself of that shameful habit of jerking off to humiliation and femdom... HA! Give me a break. Look it you. It's the first of January and you are right back to where you were yesterday: pants around your ankle, cock in hand, begging me to ruin you all over again. Except this time, I'm not going to be so nice to you. You're taking your obsession to a whole new lever this year! Stroking to my clips just isn't enough. I want to own you: mind, body, cock and wallet. Are you ready for your 2019 fuck over?

The Final Stage And here you are again. I told you that it is impossible to escape me. No one can save you from your true self. I control you because you want to be owned by me. At last you’ve realized the endgame of your journey through these 5 stages, THERE IS NO WAY OUT! Your soul is immortally bound to the Cult of Lynch. The only place you truly belong is in a constant state of servitude. Your whole life has been nothing but an endless cycle of passing through all these stages over and over again. Addiction always get’s the better of people, especially a weak man like you. There’s only one cure for breaking this agonizing loop, by finally accepting what you really are... A SLAVE!

Stage 4

You have seen the light! Finally escaping from the darkness of your hopeless addiction to me. A couple of days have passed since you last thought about me, but I’ve always been there lurking still in the shadows of your memory. You think you’re stronger now, able to endure the temptation to return to servitude, you’ve even gone so far and deleted all my clips from your hard drive. Just as soon as you think you’ve beaten me, I begin creeping back into your mind. That victorious feeling of being free of my clutches soon tightens around your cock once more. At first you struggle to forget my existence, but the more you fight seems to make you even more obsessed with your desire to worship me. You’re so close, but will you ever be able to truly get rid of me...

Addiction can be a dangerous. You end up spending all your time and money on things that drive you crazy. Luckily for you, I love my addicts. I want you to spend all your time and money on me. Become a member on my site, buy my clips, read my twitter posts and blogs. I will make you fall in love with me and hang on my every little word. It makes me so hot to know how many people in the world are addicted to what I do. Like an erotic that is pulsing through your veins, I will pull you deeper into my addictive hell.

Stage 3

Stage 2

As enjoyable as the first stage was, you know that deep down this is NOT right. How can you be so hopelessly devoted to me? This bizarre addiction slowly engulfs you're entire being, a curse that will haunt you for the rest of your life. Your heart begins to race after finally becoming aware of how trapped you are in your newfound devotion. A fear that you have lost all power in your world because you’ve signed your life away to the devil. It must be scary to know your fate is in the hands of a devious Humiliatrix, but that fear is what keeps you bound to me. Your soul is imprinted with mine, an unbreakable bond that makes you my property. You are desperate to live your life without me, but you’re even more desperate to serve. This feeling of panic is only driving your excitement to sink further into the darkness of your desires...

Nothing is worse than having a pervy little step-brother. He has made a bet that he can go 30 days without masturbation or sex. That bratty step-brother has been playing pranks and lusting after me since grade school. Now, it's my turn for payback. On day 29 of his bet, I make sure that he is in pure agony. I know he has the hots for me, but won't admit it. So I put on a slutty outfit and taunt him knowing how incredibly horny he will be. Will my little step-brother make it to day 30?

So you went crying to your step-mommy, whining to her about your new stepmom about how wicked I am to you. She was livid at me for being so mean to her You thought your step-mom would be the mighty lioness that will protect her cub, but all that yelling from your crazy step-mother was just an act. It was so sweet of her coming to your defense, her compassion for you proved to me that she was nothing more than a bitch that needed to learn a lesson not to cross the new stepmom. I have to admit, I was pissed off with you for tattling to your step-mother on me. I had nothing else to do but take out my anger on your poor loving step-mommy. Instead of punishing you for being such a wimp, I made your step-mom take the spanking I was going to give you. The thought of your step-mom getting her fat saggy ass slapped by your sexy stepmom for some reason excites you. Your step-mom is my servant now, so it’s time you show your new step-mother the respect I deserve or else I’ll make you a slave too.

You stand before me in tight heels, fully dressed as my sissy maid. It is the first of the month, which means it’s your chance to be released from chastity for a short while so you can cum. The last two months I found some small infraction and cancelled your release date. Your tiny cock has been throbbing and desperate to be touched. I look at you with a sinister smile, “Is it that time again, Sissy? My, that month went by quickly didn't it? Well, you have been a very good sissy maid this month and have certainly earned the right to let your clitty out of that tight chastity and be allowed your 60 second chance to cum, but, I think you'd rather just look at the back of my skirt instead of cumming this month, wouldn't you, Sissy?" The look of sadness and disappointment on your face pleases me. You can’t ever say “no” to me, you have no choice but to agree. "Why don't you smile and ask me nicely if you may kneel down and look at the back of my skirt for a minute instead of cumming this month". I give a smirk knowing how hard this is for you as you answer. "Awwww Well, I guess if that's what you really want. You may kneel and look at the back of my skirt for a minute instead of cumming this month, Sissy. Won't that be fun?" I smile as you kneel down. I turn around showing only the faintest outline of my thick cut panties underneath my pencil skirt. "Do you like my skirt, Sissy? It's a nice treat for you to look at the back of my skirt isn't it? It's so much nicer to look at the back of my skirt than cumming don't you agree, Sissy?” That’s when I really start to you. In a stern, strict tone, I order you to look at the ground and not dare look up until you’re given permission. At this point I lift my skirt to show my pantied and pantyhosed ass and pussy for the next few minutes while describing how wonderful my soft nylon panties and pantyhose look and feel. After a few minutes I make you ask me very nicely to please lower my skirt and I do. Sissies don't deserve to see Princess Ceara's panties, that's reserved for real men. I tease and mock you badly as you kneel there with tears in your eyes. "Awwww poor Sissy didn't get to see my panties, but I know you'd rather look at the back of my skirt anyway, wouldn't you, Sissy?"

A lot has changed in your life. Your step-mother passed away and your step-dad has already found you a new stepmom. I know its stressful dealing with so many changes at once, but I also know how you’ve been handling all that stress. Ever since I moved in, I’ve heard you sneaking around, stealing my worn sheer pantyhose, spying on your step-father and me while we fuck. I’ve even seen you jerking in the dark shadows to your sexy MILF stepmom. To be honest, I don’t mind your perverted little habits. You can stroke all you want, I’ll even make your step-dad moan louder so you can hear me fucking him to dehth. I enjoy teasing with my perfect body. Let’s just say it is a great way for us to bond. I want to know what my new step-son likes, what makes him get excited. I can be a very encouraging and supportive stepmom once I know what you want most. You’ll quickly grow to love your new step-mother and become completely devoted like your step-father is to me. Even my deep dark secret won’t be enough to tear us apart...

We only need a few things to keep us alive. Beyond water, air, and food, people need a place of belonging in this world too. Humans are social creatures and we need connection with another living person in order to survive a depressing life of loneliness. But you’re so old now and it might be too late for you to find that deep connection with someone you love. Your desires to connect to another person will drain your soul, leaving you as shriveled up that no one will miss. I’m here for you to save you from all that wanting, your last lifeline that keeps you connected to the world of the living. You are trapped by this fortuitous circumstance to serve the rest of your life as my slave. You’ve discovered a passion to worship your new ruler and prove your loyalty. I will make certain to drain you of all you’re worth. Your money, your reputation, your spirit, even your soul. Everything you’ve worked for will belong to me. Even once you’ve finally left this world you will still serve me in the afterlife because I still own your life. Your desperate desire for connecting to someone in this world has earned you an eternity of enslavement.