Marisol Price

This is a firm rule. Only watch if you’re locked up. Self bondage maybe but really? Chastity... Wow do I love a boy who locks himself for me. I’ll carry your key close to my neck to remind me of the cold mean grasp I have between your legs. Now... Let’s begin.

I have a tendency to be a bit too good with my hands. I get carried away watching cute boys’ reactions and whoops! He’s cumming everywhere... I don’t kiss on the first date but I sure do ruin them. Tehe.

Bi for Marisol. Bi for your mistress. I’ll make you bi, I’ll convince you. It’s not gay if I tell you to do it. Now be a good hole and take dick for me. Oh I’m sorry, was that too fast? No really, I’ll touch myself while you get fucked by a boy. Do this for me.

You pay. I praise. You make that little money notification go off and you'll earn that "good boy" you so desperately want to hear. I'll tell you how you're such an obedient pay slut and maybe I'll let you touch yourself to me.

Click. Click. Click. Like a dog to a clicker, I'll train your brain to understand what it means when you hear the cruelty of metal. Stroke. Stroke. Stroke. You're my prisoner, trapped to an endless sentence of serving Mistress Price.

Wow this is one mean ruin... After an afternoon of tease and tease and torment, I decide to end our date with something cruel. He's been begging and trying to be such a good boy to earn this. To earn pleasure. Huh. It's almost like it's up to me what he gets and doesn't.

Never. Ever. Ever! But maybe... Maybe I'll slip up... ;)

Floating. Twirling. Spiraling. Together we goon. Together we will go brainless into this floaty stroking sex simulation. Loosen up for me. Get stupid for me. I want you as vulnerable as possible when plugging into this experience. Naked. Exposed. This will be the JOI experience of a lifetime.

*PRESS HERE TO BE DRAINED*

3... 2... 1... !!! You've officially signed up to be my bitch! Don't worry about how I got all this information about you... You consented when you pressed my button. You're mine now. I own you. And I'm going to fucking suck you dry.

I crush on fetishists. If you're a weirdo, I might just invite you back for more. I love playing with boys that want to be controlled. Who genuinely connect with the mindset of "slave" and wish to be used. Someone who I can tease and deny til the sun comes up.

...Be a good boy, or a problem? Stroke your cock for a beautiful women, or whine about what I allow you? Real questions, boys. I need a good boy. Someone who really wants to be told what to do and listens. I'll make you feel -so- good, all you have to do is obey and say "Yes Mistress".

You won't find any other services like mine... Our meetings will become addicted. You'll be obsessed with the cure. I AM the cure. I am what will heal you. My command will become your law. Your pleasure, pain, emotion, I'll make it mine. All other stresses will melt away. Let me heal you, boy.

A loser broke into my house! So I ruined him... Literally. If a beta bitch thinks he can get away with breaking in and sniffing my panties, I'll make him pay. How does it feel to have your cock tormented after that weak faux orgasm? How does it feel to be a loser boy too worthless to deserve a second thought?

Your a slut. A humping, clitty grinding, whiny, slut. Go on. Hump to the rhythm for me. Show me how desperate you are. Show me what a good little sissy you can be for your mistress. Hump, bitch, if you're so desperate to cum why don't you hump until you squirt.

All it took was one thirsty text at midnight and now he's in my chair again. Oh, sweetheart. We broke up for a reason. I thought you didn't like all this femdom stuff? Or maybe that was all a lie and you've been having wet dreams about me ever since... I mean, the way I stroke your cock, tell you how I'm going to own you and control that orgasm, you're practically hyperventilating from the thrill. You love this. You won't have me again but you can be my plaything.

Our appointments together have been getting very intimate. You've opened up. Told me some of your dark secrets. Fantasies even. You're search for that cure to your addiction to dominant women. Little did you know, I share some of these fantasies. Let's explore and overcome them together. Just close your eyes. I'll keep it professional. Unzip your pants. Go on. You can't help but listen. We have a confidentiality agreement... No one will ever know. Get on your knees.

A wet and sensual dungeon night, I was feeling meaner then usual. Ruins and messy cumshots are fun, but I want tonight painful. My whispers inches from his tip, my loose strokes to keep him twitching for that firm stroke. I love a good denial moment. This is it.

I love you, loser. You understand that you're nothing a femdom addict and you continue to be pathetic about it. Cry about it. Whine about it. Stroke your cock about it. Keep trying, bitch. I'll never fuck you, but I'll keep you thinking I might. I like to keep my lovers close and my losers closer. So much more fun toting a simp around on a date. They'll do anything for my attention. Including watching this clip on slow mo hoping to get a glimpse of my tits...

Ease up. Relax. Unzip. Touch your dick for me. I don't want you to think anymore. No more big picture, work, anxiety, just your dick, that sweet pleasure feeling and my voice wrapping around your ears. I'll tell you how to melt it all away. Relax, sweetheart, it's time for you and me.

Part two of training my new boyfriend how to serve.

Good boyfriends need training. FLR boyfriends need bootcamp. A slave boyfriend for the making. It'll take time, dedication, strict rigging and mean handjobs but in no time I'll have a dedicated pet who will follow my every whim, whether it be in the bedroom or vanilla life.