Archive For The “Findom” Category
It’s been a long week already but you’ve had your email to distract you. Normally you hate the airport, the waiting, the delays and all the people. This time it just gives you time to build up tension. Her emails, texts and photos have kept you on edge the entire time and you can’t wait to see what awaits you on the other end of your flight. She reads you like a book but your Mistress is so mysterious to you. That always works to her advantage. This time she says she has a surprise for you, given what she knows about you… You can only imagine what it could be. Oh well, time to board and shut down.
You’re on your toes the entire flight, you can’t manage to get a lick of work done. Ugh. Hopefully you’ll have your wits about you later.
You land and you get one text that says simply “Surprise is at the hotel. Meet at the usual spot.” A shiver runs down your spine and your cheeks burn. Holy shit, what did she send to the hotel? Fuck. Your mind is racing and the obnoxious hum of the Uber driver’s too loud-not your taste music fades away into the background. You are too fixated on what awaits you at the hotel and then later, in her clutches.
The lobby seems entirely too bright when you walk in and you float over to the check in desk. “Hi, um..” you stammer. “I’d like to check in. I believe you have something for me too..?” The woman behind the desk smiles brightly and acknowledges you, taps her keyboard then hands you two key cards and a shipped box. “Can I help you with anything else?” she queries but you are completely lost to the world.
Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. She sent it. She actually sent it. You feel your excitement starting to build. You suddenly snap back to reality and the check in desk girl is staring at you. “Uh, sorry.” You blurt out. “Long flight.” She shrugs and repeats her question. You decline, thank her and excuse yourself quickly. Being careful to hold your personal items in such a way to not disclose your excitement to any casual passers by.
Up in your hotel room you are brimming with anticipation, staring at your box. Yet you don’t dare open it without permission from your Mistress. You fired off a text as soon as you were in the elevator but it feels like every second is taking an eternity. Finally, a reply. “Yes, open it. You’ll know what I want you to do with it.” The text is almost too much for you but you steady yourself and tear into the box.
Of course. Packed neatly inside the discreet box is your very own chastity device. You gulp, you were on edge before you got on the plane and now you know you’ll be in for more torment. You get so compliant and obedient when you’re locked. She knows just how to push your buttons, you can’t help but comply. The device is snug but it fits just right, you can’t help but obey and put it on. With a click, it locks securely. For a moment, you feel panic and decide to back out. Unfortunately, there’s no key in the box. Fuck. Your phone lights up… It’s a text. “Freaking out yet? You’ll have to earn that key back… This is going to be a fun trip!”
You feel yourself strain against the cage. Oh. Fuck…
You thought you were a man? That’s funny. You can only get hard to chicks humiliating you. You’re not even a boy. You’re some kind of worm or fungus maybe. That’s why I left you. You could never get hard. You’re pathetic and it’s time you admit it, you’re addicted to findom and I’m going to prove it to you. I’m going to use my hypnotic powers to force you to see your fate- A pathetic masturbating weakling addicted to abuse, under the heel of cruel women for the rest of your life with no escape. Always being left by normal women because you’re not good enough for us! So suck it!
Listen up loser, this is a hypnotic lesson in how to quit findom. You need help. Your addiction is ruling you and it’s time to stop letting bratty little findoms have control. You need a real woman to help wipe your mind clean of all that bullshit and let you start fresh. Sit back, relax and let Mistress Ruby help you. You’re too weak to do it alone. Just watch me and fall under my spell, you’re already halfway there, aren’t you? Give me control, good boy. Just relax and give in. You know you are weak, you can’t resist. You need help. I am trustworthy, let me control everything and save you from yourself. For a nominal fee.
Ugh. Loser, you aren’t worth my time and we both know it. I’m not even going to stop texting to give you any attention but you can just sit there and whack off anyways. I guess.
Oh, are you still waiting?
That sucks – I’m going to be here all day texting and not giving you attention.
So you’re just going to have to sit there and wait.
Sucks for you!
LOL You’re going to be waiting until the end of time!
Ugh… you again? Ewww.
What makes you think I want to spend time with losers like you? Have you seen me?
Always about you… disgusting.
You disgust me.
The only way you could ever get a woman like me is if you paid.
I’m gorgeous – look at me.
Get a real good look at what you’ll never fucking have.
Think about what you would do to get a chance to even get close to me.
What would you do? What would you pay?
Hand over everything to me, you disgusting vile little puke.
You and I both know that it’s not even worth staying in your bank account anyway.
You’re going to spend it on stupid shit.
Your dick rules you.
I can take whatever I want, anyway.
That control belongs to me.
It was never yours in the first place.
I’m laughing at you because you’re pathetic.
Jerking off to a woman humiliating you for not handing over my money (never was yours).
I bet your wallet’s thicker than your dick.
Does everyone at work laugh at you behind your back? I bet they do.
I can’t believe that men like you exist. Such a waste of air.
Every day, you’re going to go to work for your goddess to earn money for me.
If you don’t earn enough to buy me gifts, I expect you to suck dicks to earn extra money.
Visit my wish lists and buy things daily.
If you displease me, I will demand more.
Now go – give your goddess what was always mine.
Hello, fucking losers.
I bet you think that you’re good enough to fuck me.
Just because you have a dick doesn’t mean you are good enough for anything.
You are under my control.
Not just because you bought this video – you always have, haven’t you?
You’ve always been under the control of women.
You’re a fucking slave and you know it.
We’re all laughing at you and your tiny little dick.
You should just admit you have no control over your desires.
All you ever do is ruin the lives of those around you.
You better not tell me how much you want to fuck me.
You disgust me.
You make me throw up, every single time I have to think about you.
But I love humiliating you because that pleases me.
I love helping you know how gross and little you are; how little you mean to me.
Your dick is microscopic.
We’re going to lock up your dick, because it’s useless.
You’ll never be good enough for me.
You might be good enough to kiss my feet, but that’s it. Or suck cocks for me.
You are vile and disgusting. You make me sick.
What ever made you think you’d be worthy of an attractive woman’s attention?
In what world would I be with you?
It doesn’t make sense.
Run along, go suck a cock for me and earn some money. You know, make yourself useful.
You’ve been begging for this moment. I’ve heard you, I’ve decided to be a little bit merciful and because someone asked nicely I decided to share. You want me, don’t you? You think you deserve it. Beg me, to get a glimpse of what’s under my silk panties. Go ahead, I want to hear you plead and whine. You think you’ll get what you want. News flash: I’m the Queen in my world and you’re just a little pawn that I keep around for my amusement. Be funny and keep me laughing or I’ll knock you down and drag you off the board when I’m bored with you.
Go ahead, start begging to kiss these perfect pink lips. I’m going to tease you with this pretty mesh and make you think you’re going to get to see something real dirty but we both know it’s a ruse. So close though and in such high, crisp definition. It’s almost like it’s up close and personal. Almost as if you could touch or taste.. Mmm.. You could almost smell it from here… It’s divine, isn’t it?
It’s that time of year again! You’re about to be evaluated on your performance at work- Hopefully you’ve been delivering your work as you’ve promised and you better have made the changes you promised me last time. Come into my office, it’s time for your review. The bad news is that you’re a disappointment, the good news that your Hot as Hell Bitchy Boss is going to enjoy herself ripping you a new for it. That’s right, I like making you suffer and giving you your bad reviews and we both know it. You get to stare down my shirt while I do it though. You bet I’m going to make fun of you for that too, you pathetic little peon. How’s it feel to be bottom man on the totem pole? Hahaha!
Oh my god! Who let your cock out?! You will get into trouble if that doesn’t stay locked away. It’s not yours to play with anyways, is it? No it’s not. I will put your tiny cock in a cage and then I own you. If you’re a good boy, I might let you cum. Maybe. Probably not.
Mmm, I’ve caught you staring again haven’t I? That’s okay, I’ll make use of your attention. Keep staring, good boy. Soon you won’t be able to look away, will you? Good boy, focus on the curve of my hips and the sway of my ass as it moves side to side. It’s entrancing isn’t it? You find yourself wanting to obey me, don’t you? You can’t help yourself. You want to give me everything. Now you can’t look away, can you? That’s what I thought. Good boy.