Marisol Price

He begs to be made to do things. But what if I try to feminize him against his will? To be my little girlfriend, a dress up doll, a giggly play friend. That's a serious gift, to be my girly. How much can he take and how well will this slave listen? If I call his cock, a clit, will he deny it or squirm and nod? When I call him, she, will she whimper? Will her moans get cuter? Come on, sweety, give in.

Some would argue that it's better to be my submissive then my boyfriend. Life is cruel. Surviving the simplicity of life together, boyfriend and girlfriend, can be exhausting. But being on your knees, sharing this moment with me where you forget your responsibilities, stress, and just having a one track mind of servitude and being told what to do. That's bliss. For me, I get excited off of having this control, owning you, owning this moment. Share that with me. Not electricity bills. :)

Okay enough of that, start stroking slave.

Floating, spiraling, spinning, fuzzy, butterflies, confusion, brainlessness, that's how I need you. My mindless mesmerdoll. Stroking to my tits, stroking to my ass, stroking to my voice, just stroke in your trance boy. Stroke for your goddess. Never stop. Just lose it, to me.

So you want it to be real? To get to ACTUALLY watch me get fucked while chained in the corner of my room? We can do it, for real, but you need to follow my little rule book. No mistakes or hiccups, or I kick you out and never talk to you again. You wouldn't want to ruin your goddesses mood while she gets fucked silly, would you?

One edge and denial for all. We call ourselves justice, but our tactics are cruel. He's hiding something we want, and refuses to give into our interrogation. At first Mandy wanted to ruin his cock, but I convinced her that we edge him another eternity. We're immortal, he's immortal, we have nothing but time and a sick lust for tormenting superheros.

Rules you'll hate and learn to love. That's the balance. Me, the superior, and you, the slave. You'll hate it at first. But I know what's best for you. And to put you into submission, you'll have to endure as I say. The cold bars. The tight pulsations. The urges. No more. Lock away your cock boy. I'm going to take that key and the decisions past that are all mine.

Brat girls, brat girls, brat girls. You just want a mean girl to tell you what to do. To bully you. To tease you. To poke and prod you. Haha. I like that. I love bouncing around your cock, teasing you crazy and telling you just how to stroke it. What I love even better? When you lose it. Your mind. Start to spiral. Become dazed by me. Yes...

Mura is my little fuck toy. Spread out, topless, and just so whiny. She wants pain. She wants denial. She wants me to use and destroy her. So cute. So tiny. So perfect to make scream.

Hot hot hot QCCP scene between the tiniest model and I. Endless denial and kinky torment.

I've made blackmail into my craft. So many of you begging to be under my control. So many of you, so sensitive. Listen to my whispery giggles of how I'll control you. How you'll be my pet on a chain on a whim. How at the push of a button, I could ruin you. You're mine. Spiral for my delicate whispery domination. This is a trap, and you will lose.

Mushy brain cock stroker. You just want to be told what to do, huh? You don't want to even think about it... Let your stress fade, get naked, on your knees, I'll melt you and take you every step of the way. Just stroke, mindless boy. Don't even stop to think. Get to it now.

Allie's been wrasslin' everybody these days. Whoever we thought she couldn't convince, she does. Little ol' me was finishing up a day of busty kickass femdom and before I know it, Allie is scissorholding and messing me up!! OMG. I want to win, I've wrestled alien's, I'm not going down without a fight.

I'm in a crotchless one piece, don't look too close. ;)

A whole year, just you and I. Think of it like we're dating, except the "I own you and you'll do anything I say" kind of relationship. FLR if you will. I want you to contract yourself, your cock, and your soul to my will and whim. Bend the knee, sign on the dotted line and unzip your pants. Let's see what you got, boy.

It's painful, isn't it? Me working you up like this while your cock is locked and limited? You're desperate to get hard, to stroke, to hump, to press your hand against your shaft. No. You'll only be met my cold bars and my giggles. This is my favorite kind of tease, and you'll do anything to keep me happy? Right?

Oh Mr. Batman... You think I didn't notice? Your eyes, wandering to that tight button between my tits that's barely hanging on by a thread. You can't fight crime when you're distracted by my boobs. And that's exactly what I want. You, Gotham's finest, distracted by little ol' me and my beautiful body. How will you react when I strip? How much will you salivate when I tell you how to stroke? Nothing makes me hornier than knowing I can control someone like you with just my body.

I want you to leave her for me. Even if just for the night. Tell her you're busy with a work project, buy this clip, and unzip. Come on, boy, I'll make you feel so good, tell you exactly how to do it. I know even my giggle gives you shivers, and you haven't felt those with her for a while, huh? It's not really cheating if it's virtual, unless the idea of cheating gets you harder, then yes, come be (un)faithful with me. Now take your cock out and touch it to my tits.

Could you handle the reality of my very real game? Would you crumble? Tap out? Beg for me to wipe my memory of all that personal info? Hah. As if I could forget. It's all saved to my memory even if you ask for out. I'll always have that control once you click yes to playing with me. That's the fun of it. You. Are. All. Mine.

Want to make me SO happy? Join my army of weak simps. Stroking boys who are just happy to watch me bounce, giggle and tease. I love my job. And I love your weak reactions to me. Get horny. Get desperate. Get stroking. Get drippy. Yes. What a good boy...

I'm so lucky to have you. You, my object to tease and torment. You, underneath me, worshiping, listening to my every command. You, weak, obsessed, addicted. I mean, you would do anything for me, right? You have to. You have no other choice. Because if you don't I'll...

All boobs. No brain. Just follow the bounce with your eyes. Stroke zombie tit-obsessed boy. Stroke. I want you to be brainless gooned mush, with eyes locked on memories of my breasts even when you close them.

Super hot high end effects to ruin your consciousness and replace any normal brain cell with an addiction to my porn.

The two of us , we've finally caught him. The big baddie himself. Something about successfully capturing one of the worst in Gotham makes me kinda... horny. Like what if I tied him up and took his cock out? And... denied him. Ooo. New idea. Screw prison.