Messaging a dominatrix βhey babeβ is the equivalent of writing your name wrong on an exam.
Messaging a dominatrix βhey babeβ is the equivalent of writing your name wrong on an exam.
When Iβm dressed in things that can barely be called clothing, I like to play a game of self-restraint. Eyes down unless told otherwise. Ten strikes if you fail.
Iβve been knee deep in vintage jewelry shopping. If a piece looks like it could seduce a banker, survive a love affair, and still make it to champagne at midnightβ¦ I want it.
If your cock is shorter than my heel, then it fails the test. Itβs useless. Youβre meant to use your ass instead.
Donβt you love the way mesh teases? Almost bare, almost there, and just out of your reach.
A lair is defined as: a place where a wild animal, especially a fierce or dangerous one, lives. And I find that to be quite fitting.
An added benefit one receives while serving me is the opportunity to build life skills. When else would a little data analyst be able to pick up a power tool?
How fulfilling it is to be owned by someone who inspires your devotion.
My loveliness is what you work for. What is a man if he has no one to dedicate his life to?
Tea and Trouble with the lovely @msserafemme
Thereβs so much joy to be had in the dungeonβ¦at your expense of course.
Hearing my mentee @TheAdelineDβs laughter was music to my ears.
Dear @TheAdelineD words cannot describe how honored I am to be a part of your domme journey as your mentor. Your rise is glorious.
Love is a battlefield, and Cupid is now my prisoner of war.
My Sub:
@SubJ_rem on X
Photo by:
@MrHe_Shibari on X
Edits: Me
When you say youβll do anything for me. Iβll put it to the test. Your suffering proves your adoration to me. It becomes its own kind of bliss.
When you say youβre at my feet? Do you truly mean it?
All the the cruel things I can do to you while wearing laceβ¦
Fancy a game of chastity fetch? Itβs where I lock you up and throw the key off the second story of a mall while people watch you scramble to go get it βΊοΈ
He lost the game. Every moan was an item of clothing he would have to leave behind. Only a true whore could still make such lewd sounds when the consequences are so dire. He begged me not to.
βGet the fuck out of my house, naked bitch.β
I pushed him out and locked the door.
Dance monkey dance! Dancing around like that was all he could do to keep his mind off the pain. I have all these clips from sessions (w/ consent) that I canβt really share anywhere else. Iβll post them over the next few days. Watch as the pain gets worse and worse π€
Good boys gift House of CB πΉ
If the shoe fits β¨
I love each reaction different subs have to having their manhood stepped on. Some hiss in pain. Some squirm and whimper, and others sigh like all is finally right in the world.
The moment you looked into my eyes, you were caught. Everything inside of you is screaming to be owned by me.
That day I whipped and caned him until his legs gave out. Energetic orgasms he called it. Iβve never seen a man shake the way he did, eyes rolling back like a seizure. I felt the arousal between my legs and knew with utmost certainty that I was indeed a sadist.
Yeah, Iβm a doll, but youβre the toy β¨
Youβll take it for me. Until youβre red and raw, and just when you think youβll break, that you canβt possibly take anymore: you will. For me.
My smile can launch a thousand ships and bankrupt a thousand simps. π€π
You want to kneel for the softness of my hips, but the itβs the sweet suffering that keeps you my faithful hell hound.
I made him stroke to each piece individually, bringing attention to the fact that I wonβt even try it on for him.
I think it took me a little while trying on different styles of domming to see what I like best, but honestly I love dynamics full of devotion, trust, and growth. There is no love that compares to that of a true submissive. π
See how Iβm beaming? Itβs all because of you. Doesnβt it feel good to be used to make a beautiful woman smile? Thatβs the privilege of being a male, no?
All my lingerie and the mouse that bought of them for me π€β¨π