Posts Tagged “findom”
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…
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.
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?
I’ve got a big ring on my finger, your credit cards and your balls in my purse. Funny, all those women online call themselves findoms but they’ve got nothing on wifey. You work your ass off to cover my demands, I spend your money as I please and you can’t say shit about it lest I cut off the glimmer of hope you have to even smell my pussy. You know I’m laughing at you behind your back every time I say “I have a headache”. We both know I love sex, just not with you. It’s way more fun to manipulate you into begging me for it and then cuckolding you without your knowledge. That’s right, I’m fucking him. There isn’t shit you can do about it either. So suck it up, hubby. Beg me, grovel and buy me a new pair of shoes.
Really? You couldn’t even make 2 weeks? That’s pathetic. You’re ruled by your tiny little dick and it’s disgusting. You’re not worth my time. I was going to reward you but why bother? I’m not even going to waste the time to coerce you into pleasing me or buying this clip because you just flat owe me. You’re just a failure. You know what? You want my attention? Buy it back. Go ahead. I’m waiting.
Ugh, more losers. I can’t stand making videos for you worthless little pricks but I guess if I don’t put you in your place then you might some self esteem. We can’t have that, can we? Get back in your little corner, whip out your wallet and start sucking my toes like you were born to do. You’ve been slacking on your tributes and I’m going to fix that. No more of this pitiful $20 bullshit. Start giving me something to remember you by or I won’t waste my time! You better not get any ideas about trying to look up my skirt either, pervert. That’s not for you and you know it. Worthless little fucking piggie.
Let’s get right down to it. Give me all your cash. All of it. Good boy. It’s not useful in your hands, is it? You’re just a useless little pig and you’ll just spend it all on dumb shit anyways. Why don’t you give it to me and I’ll find a good use for it. We both know you want to and it’s all you have to offer, anyway. That’s right, drain your account. Good boy. What’s the point of you having it?