Marisol Price

Manipulation is a red flag for most people but not for you, right? You just want a pretty girl to tell you what to do, to make you do what she wants, to make you a subservient little slut. Come on, baby, you can be my malleable little pet. You're just mine. To use. That cock? Mine. Let's play.

Oh we're all mad here. Mad for tits. Mad for making weak boys like you go brainless. You're stuck now, gooning slut. There, in your dark room, hand around your cock, stroking. I want you endlessly stroking to the thought of my bouncing chest, my giggle. Get fucked in the head, addicted to Marisol Price. You can't look away. You're trapped.

"Please"

"Oh god!"

"Please can I cum!?"

For every "please" is another chance for me to just say "nope!" and skip off. Silly sport boy... I'm here to cheer you on, nobody said anything about me guaranteeing a "win".

Aww... Does me giggling at you make it... twitchy? You have to start patting it down in public at the thought of me putting you in a horrible position just to laugh and point? I don't laugh because I think you're pathetic. I laugh because I KNOW you are! Tehe. Go on. Fix your cock. Stroke it. Get it down. I bet you can't.

Calling all sluts! Bitch boys! Losers! Femdom addicted whores! This one is for you, and exactly how I manage whiny losers like you. You'll buy this, just because you're weak, and ignore all the red flags. I'm crazy for controlling you, and you're just a simp. Come on, pull out your cock already, I have something planned.

Once and for all we’re going to see who the best pillow humper is. Will it be Mandy or Marisol? There’s only one small problem: We can’t seem to find any pillows! I looked everywhere and I could find was this boy so I guess he will have to do for now. We’re in for a challenge and you’re in for a treat.

Captured and under my control like the good little sub you’ve secretly always been. You can try your hardest to fight against the restraints but it’s no use. You watch as your very essence is drained out of your body. Once I’m done with you, you’ll be nothing but one of my goons. Pawns for me to toy with and then throw away.

If you want to be my perfect all you must do is fully submit and hang on to my every word. Stroke, stroke, stroke. Moan. Pump. Go fucking brainless. Stroke for me day in and day out until you feel yourself slipping away becoming a true goon zombie. Only then can you shut out everything going on in your daily life and focus on me and only me. Ignorance is bliss, and so am I.

Now get back to what you were made for.

There’s nothing I love more than my submissive boys bulging against their tight little chastity devices. Imagine spending 3 whole months with me strapped to my bed with nowhere to go. I’m such a good girl I’ll even place the key right on your chest. Why don’t you go ahead and grab it? Oh wait, you can’t! Good thing you have a safe word... all you must do is say the color of your ball gag loud and clear...

Sorry I can't understand you.

Curious about slurping up your own cum? It would be SO easy, it's just there, dribbling off your fingers after jerking off to my tits. It would only take a second for a taste. A lick. Are you nervous? Are you excited with little butterflies in your stomach? Come on, I'll tell you how to cross the line to being my dirty little CEI slut.

My name is Marisol PRICE for a reason. A relationship with me comes with stipulations. You arrive and you hand me your wallet. We discuss our terms. And your financial loyalty begins. Now payment doesn't equal service, it equals your dedication. You could pay me just for a glance. You could pay me and I just give you a smirk. You could pay me and I make you cum over, and over, and over until I become bored. You pay me because I say so and that's it.

I rule with an iron fist... and an iron cage. First things first: YOU MUST OBEY. If you do not comply? Some crimes can never be forgiven. I’ll do whatever it takes to ensure you serve your sentence and for my exceptionally naughty boys like him, one cage is simply not enough of a punishment. Once I put you in there, you can squirm as hard as you want for as long as I see fit.

Oh, chastity too. No boners allowed.

You're my boyfriend now. No promise rings but mental keys and locks for certain. You'll be obsessed to the point of locking yourself in a cage long distance just because I looked at you the right way. These pulsing effects and spirals inducing you to stroke won't hesitate a JOI boy like you from doing exactly what I need. Stroke, gooner, stroke, prisoner, stroke, boyfriend, stroke.

Prison pet. My locked away secret that I get to toy and torment whenever I please. His recess prison activities are my fingers wrapped around his cock and being made to endure my pleasing pumps. When it's just him and I, his crimes aren't my worry, it's how to make him spill and want to stay in my control forever.

Every boy has a "tick". A little focus point that sparks that addiction. For many, my boobs. The bounce. The lusting yearn that they'll slip out and you'll see me vulnerable. For others, my ass. My silky pantyhose. My stroking gesture. You're addicted to little key fetishes all over my body. Some claim not to be fetishy but cum fast and hard for a certain thing. Admit it, fetish boy, you're trapped. Now stroke.

Come on, nerd, you can't help but jerk off to a hot busty girl in your favorite cosplay. E-Girls. Ahegao. Anime-esque effects, moans and giggles. I'm your IRL hentai dream. Now... How long will you last? Hehe.

They sacrifice their lust to me. My slaves. My cocks. I, am his everything. I am his pleasure. I am his pain. I am his humiliation. I am his joy. Ache. Stupidity. Yes, boys lose braincells to be touched by me. Made to cum, or denied, that's up to me.

Seeing desperation turns me on, that's why I love my job, and my lil cult of cocks.

Go on boy. You don't want to be useless in the bedroom, do you? That's why you cum for me. We train together. We learn your body together. We learn the best strokes and I lead with the best whispers and giggles about how to do it. Each giggle, boob bounce, hand motion, let it spiral behind your closed eyes and go brainless for me. Be my successful little goon bitch. My slut. My boy. My goon boy.

Tell him: Slurp it. Lick it. Guzzle it. Blow mouth bubbles. CEI boys love cleaning up their own messes, right? And your ex? He just deserves it, CEI or not. Make that cumslut a drippy cummy mouth mess, so if it takes multiple loads, make him do it. And for the boys watching this girls only clip (I know you boys will buy this), just wait until she mounts and feeds you. You might fight it at first, but soon enough you'll be dreaming about it and wishing for more.

Because who doesn't love making a weak boy weaker? A strong man whimper. A business man whining for you to pound his ass harder. A celebrity calling you his goddess. Ugh. It gives me shivers.