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Story Post: Crawling for him

The cold hit me the moment I stepped out of the car. A sharp, biting chill that made my skin prickle before I had even stripped down. The winter sun was deceptively warm in the sky, but I knew the moment my clothes came off, there would be no escape from the freezing air. That wasn’t my choice to make, though. My body isn’t mine to keep warm—it’s his to expose.

And today, he wanted me naked in the forest.

Shoes stayed on to protect my feet, but everything else had to go. My pale skin—usually covered, hidden—was now completely bare under the open sky, shimmering in the soft sunlight. My collar was snug around my neck, and the leash dangled from it, held firmly in my Owner’s grip. The first few steps felt surreal, like stepping into some kind of twisted fairytale, where the innocent woman is led deep into the woods, only to be used and ruined by the monster lurking within.

The monster in my case? He was right behind me, admiring his property.

At first, I was allowed to walk upright. He took his time circling me, letting his eyes roam over my body, occasionally tugging the leash just to remind me that, despite my temporary dignity, I wasn’t in control. His gaze burned into me as I walked ahead of him, knowing that at any moment, he could change the rules. Knowing that, no matter how exposed I already was, things would only get worse.

And they did.

“Down.”

The command came without warning. I hesitated for a fraction of a second—long enough for him to yank the leash sharply, pulling me down to the ground like a pet. Hands and feet only. No knees. He wanted me to crawl properly, back arched, ass up, moving awkwardly and degraded through the dirt.

Humiliating. Exhausting. Exactly what I needed.

The leash guided me, sometimes pulling me one way, then suddenly jerking me in another direction. I scrambled to keep up, my muscles already burning from the strain of keeping my knees off the ground. The cold, the dirt beneath my hands, the sheer helplessness of being paraded like this—it all sent me deeper and deeper into that floating, submissive haze.

Subspace. That beautiful, terrifying place where nothing else exists but him.

My eyes stayed locked on his feet. Step after step, I focused only on following him, anticipating his movements, obeying as perfectly as I could. The forest around us blurred, the cold barely registered anymore. My entire world was reduced to submission, obedience, movement.

And then he changed the rules again.

“Chest down.”

I sank lower, my knees hitting the frozen ground, my bare breasts pressing into the damp earth. The shock of cold against my skin sent a shiver straight through me, but at that moment, all I could think about was how much I loved it.

There’s something about raw, non-sexual submission that turns me on in ways I can’t always explain. The feeling of being controlled, used, reduced to something primal. For some, BDSM is always linked to sex. My Owner is like that—there is no BDSM without fucking for him. For me, there absolutely can be.

I love the intensity of it, the way it strips me of everything except obedience. But at the same time, my body reacts. Pleasure seeps into my bones, not from direct stimulation, but from the sheer act of being controlled. The cold, the humiliation, the dirt on my skin—it all fuels my arousal, and he knows it.

That’s why I wasn’t surprised when I felt him pull down his pants.

His cock was already hard—just from watching me crawl through the dirt for him, just from knowing that I was suffering, struggling, yet still obeying. He grabbed my hair and pulled my face up, my mouth already open and waiting.

I sucked him like the obedient pet I was, my knees sinking deeper into the mud as he used my throat for his pleasure. Every tug on the leash, every rough thrust, every degrading word whispered down at me only dropped me deeper.

And just as suddenly as he started, he pulled out.

No release for me. Not yet.

Instead, he turned me around, shoved me forward so I was on all fours again, and took me from behind.

Rough, fast, only for his pleasure. Not to make me cum, not to make me feel good, just to remind me of my place.

A few thrusts. That was all. Just enough to claim me, ruin me, own me.

Then he was done.

He didn’t let me rest. He pushed me back down onto my hands and f0rced me to keep crawling, leash tight, his voice sharp and demanding. My body ached, my mind was spiraling, and still, I obeyed.

And the whole time? I was dripping.

My submission had pleased him, and by the time we finished our walk, I could feel that his satisfaction had shifted into something softer. He wrapped me in a warm jacket, pulled me into his arms, and kissed my forehead.

Because a good Master punishes, degrades, and pushes his slave to her limits… but he also takes care of her.

And trust me, I left a wet spot on the car seat all the way home.

Bedtime 🌙 Nighttime rituals are more than just routine—they’..

Bedtime 🌙

Nighttime rituals are more than just routine—they’re reinforcement. A final act of submission before I’m locked in for the night. 🔒

Tonight, my Owner allowed this little household maid a moment with the wand. 😍 But there’s no such thing as “free pleasure” in a dynamic like ours. Every moan, every movement, every second of sensation is for his enjoyment first.

I am not just using a toy—I am being watched, controlled, and reminded that even when I’m given pleasure, it still belongs to him.

And when he’s had enough? The fun ends, the restraints click into place, and I drift off to sleep—used, satisfied, or still aching, depending on what he decides. Either way, I close my eyes knowing I am exactly where I should be. 🖤

Nights in this household follow a simple rule: I don’t just ..

Nights in this household follow a simple rule: I don’t just go to sleep… I am put away.

After a full day of service, my body isn’t mine to tuck into bed whenever I please. Instead, I wait for my Owner’s decision. Maybe I’m allowed to play, maybe I’m left aching, maybe I’m simply locked down for the night without a second thought.

Whatever happens, one thing never changes: I fall asleep knowing exactly where I belong. At his feet, at his mercy, completely his. 🖤

Happy Weekend, my dears! 🖤 The weekend is finally here! 😍Tim..

Happy Weekend, my dears! 🖤

The weekend is finally here! 😍

Time to relax, unwind, and, if you’re lucky, get a little used in the best way possible. 😏 Whatever your plans are, I hope they involve something—or someone—that keeps you nice and obedient.

As for me? Well, my service never stops, and this weekend is no exception. Later today, you’ll get to see a very special bedtime ritual—because after a full day of household duties, this tradwife doesn’t just rest… she earns her reward. Or maybe she gets edged until she’s left aching and unsatisfied? You’ll have to wait and see. 😉

And tomorrow? A new Story Post, taking you deep into the woods, completely exposed, with only my Owner’s control to guide me. Naked, vulnerable, freezing, and fully at his mercy. What could possibly go wrong? 😏❄️

Stay tuned, stay filthy, and have a beautifully kinky weekend. 🖤🔥

And here are a few impressions from yesterday's punishment s..

And here are a few impressions from yesterday's punishment session 🥺

Domestic Training: 5x Paddle It’s finally spanking-time agai..

Domestic Training: 5x Paddle

It’s finally spanking-time again! 🔥

It’s been a while since we last did a Bad Board punishment session, and honestly, I had almost forgotten just how intense these moments can be. Not in a playful, exciting way. Not in a funishment kind of way. But in the real, raw, humbling way that true punishment is meant to feel.

That’s the thing about a M/s Total Power Exchange dynamic—when I fuck up, it doesn’t just disappear. There are rules, and when I break them, there are consequences. Simple as that. This isn’t some made-up excuse to get spanked and have a good time. Discipline isn’t supposed to be fun.

So when I forgot to put the towel back in the kitchen where it belongs, my Owner made the decision: Five hard hits with the paddle, ball gag in, no warm-up.

I thought I could take it. It was only five strokes, after all. But the second the first hit landed, I realized just how long it had been since I last took a punishment like this. My body wasn’t conditioned for it anymore. The impact was sharp, deep, immediate. Not the slow, burning buildup of a play session, but the kind of pain that instantly floods your system, makes you tense, makes you panic for just a second.

By the second hit, my whole body was shaking, and I knew I was in trouble.

I wanted to be good. I wanted to take my punishment without complaint. But by the third strike, I wasn’t sure I could do it. I was close to using my safeword, something I almost never do. My body wasn’t cooperating, my mind was slipping, and the pain was starting to feel wrong instead of just difficult. And that’s the thing about real punishment—it’s not supposed to push you into an unsafe headspace.

So we paused. My Owner gave me a moment to breathe, to settle, to regain control. And then we started over.

Five strokes. No shortcuts. No easy way out. Because that’s what I earned.

And fuck, it hurt. Not just in the moment but long after the session was over. My ass bruised almost instantly, turning deep shades of red, blue, and purple. Every movement for the next few days reminded me of my place. Reminded me that rules matter, that my obedience isn’t optional.

And you know what? That’s exactly how it should be. A slave without discipline is just a brat with a collar.

It’s not always easy. It’s not always sexy. But this is what I signed up for. And I wouldn’t have it any other way. 😏🔥

Daily FitA good slave’s body isn’t just shaped through train..

Daily Fit

A good slave’s body isn’t just shaped through training—it’s conditioned through obedience. And today, my workout routine comes with an added challenge: a super-sized plug filling me up, chosen by my Owner, with no room for negotiation.

That’s the thing about TPE (Total Power Exchange)—submission doesn’t stop when I step into the gym. It doesn’t matter if my muscles are burning or if my plug stretches me with every movement. It doesn’t matter if I have to clench, breathe through the pressure, and remind myself who put me in this position. Because ultimately, it’s not my comfort that matters. It’s about pushing past limits, training my mind along with my body, and feeling the weight of my submission with every rep.

The real workout isn’t just lifting, running, or sweating. It’s in learning to accept, endure, and serve—even when no one else around me knows what’s going on. 😌🔥

Gym day ahead, but first—a little extra challenge. My Owner ..

Gym day ahead, but first—a little extra challenge. My Owner had a special addition waiting for me this morning: A huge plug 🤯

No words, no instructions needed. Just a clear expectation.

Wearing it all through today’s workout is going to take quite some focus… 😅

This week on Doe Eyes, things are getting INTENSE, you guys ..

This week on Doe Eyes, things are getting INTENSE, you guys 🥵

Here’s what we got in stock for you this week:

🔥 A strict punishment session

Hands cuffed, ass fully exposed, taking every stroke of the paddle I earned.

🖤 A bedtime ritual fit for a tradwife

After a full day of serving as a household maid, my body finally gets its reward before bed.

❄️ Story Post: A freezing naked forest walk

Stripped bare in the cold, following my Owner’s lead with no choice but to obey.

Happy Monday, my dears! 🖤 Whether you’re starting the week s..

Happy Monday, my dears! 🖤 Whether you’re starting the week strong or just trying to survive it, I hope you find something (or someone) to keep you motivated. 😉🔥 Let’s make it a good one!

“A Secretary’s Duty”Some tasks require a professional look. ..

“A Secretary’s Duty”

Some tasks require a professional look. Others require nothing at all. Today, I got to do both.

Tight skirt, see-through blouse, half-cup bra—fully dressed but still so exposed. A good secretary presents herself exactly how her superior wants. And when my Owner told me to get on my knees and show off my new nipple jewelry before serving him properly, I didn’t hesitate for a second.

After all, whether I’m in a boardroom or a bedroom, my real job is always the same: to obey.

Rituals Shooting a big custom video today, and that always c..

Rituals

Shooting a big custom video today, and that always comes with its own little rituals. There’s something about the preparation—both physical and mental—that gets me into the right headspace before a scene. It’s not just about being ready for the camera, it’s about being ready for him.

Before we start, my Owner reminds me of my place in the simplest, most direct way: by filling my mouth with his cock. There’s something grounding about it—kneeling between his legs, staring up at him with my mouth full, knowing I don’t have to think, only obey. Keeping eye contact like a good girl, feeling the weight of him on my tongue, losing myself in the rhythm of it.

I’m allowed to ride him for a few bounces—just enough to feel that tease of pleasure before I’m pulled back down. No control, no decisions, just the clear reminder that my body moves for his pleasure, not mine. It’s a loop of submission: taste, take, repeat—until he decides we’re ready to begin.

It’s a small moment in the bigger picture, but it sets the tone for everything we do. Because in a Total Power Exchange, even the smallest acts of submission aren’t just foreplay—they’re reinforcement. A reminder that even before the session starts, I am already serving.

The full video drops tomorrow. Until then, just imagine the build-up. 😏🔥

We made it! It's finally weekend 😂 and I hope you will have ..

We made it! It's finally weekend 😂 and I hope you will have a kinky one as well 😘

BedtimeThere’s something about nighttime submission that jus..

Bedtime

There’s something about nighttime submission that just hits different. The whole world slows down, everything gets quiet… and that’s when my Master reminds me who I belong to. 🖤

Tonight, when he was satisfied with my obedience, Sir did what he always does. The metal clicked around my neck, locking me in place for the night. No escape. No choice but to rest where I belong—chained to his bed, safe under his control. 😏🔥

Sometimes, the simplest things feel the most intimate. Tonig..

Sometimes, the simplest things feel the most intimate. Tonight, I slipped into my Owner’s shirt—nothing else—before curling up at his feet. A few minutes with the wand, a whispered command, and then it was time to be locked up for the night. The perfect way to unwind… by surrendering completely. 🖤

Thermal Fun with a Twist Today’s plans took an unexpected tu..

Thermal Fun with a Twist

Today’s plans took an unexpected turn. Originally, we were supposed to meet up with our co-top and dear friend Mr. D for a long, intense session—a session I was very much looking forward to. But unfortunately, he couldn’t make it, so we had to switch things up. A little frustrating? Absolutely. But in a dynamic like ours, adaptability is key.

So instead, my Master decided we’d turn the day into some well-deserved couple’s quality time at the thermal spa—which, as many of our longtime subscribers know, is one of our favorite ways to unwind. But, of course, “relaxation” in a M/s Total Power Exchange dynamic comes with its own special rules and challenges. This slave doesn’t just get to lounge around like any other woman. No, even in the most luxurious, peaceful settings, my body still belongs to him.

I was instructed to wear a tiny micro bikini—one that barely covered anything, really. The kind that would make anyone who saw it do a double take. The moment I slipped it on, I already felt that familiar sense of exposure, of being displayed exactly how my Master likes me. And that was just the beginning. He added a vibe for my pussy and a plug for my ass, this one featuring my engraved metal name tag—because even in public, my submission is never in question.

Walking into the spa like that, I felt everything. The contrast of warm, soothing water and the ever-present fullness of my plug. The weight of my name tag pressing against me as a constant reminder of ownership. The teasing buzz of the toy, unpredictable and entirely in his control. And, of course, the looks. Men stared. Some tried to be subtle, stealing glances when they thought I wasn’t looking. Others were more obvious, their eyes raking over my exposed skin, pausing at the metal tag peeking out just enough to make them wonder.

And my Master? He enjoyed every second of it. The way his possession of me was on full display, how he could see the effect it had on others. And I felt it too—every stolen glance, every tiny moment of public humiliation, every smirk from my Owner as he turned up the vibe at just the right moment.

It’s a strange, wonderful contradiction—being taken to a place meant for relaxation but never truly being at ease. Because when you live in full submission, every moment is an act of servitude. Even at the spa. And I wouldn’t have it any other way. 😏🔥

When every movement at the gym gets you wetter and hornier t..

When every movement at the gym gets you wetter and hornier than the last… 👀💦

Daily Fit 💪 Another gym day, as usual! I’m wearing my black ..

Daily Fit 💪

Another gym day, as usual! I’m wearing my black Teveo set today, which is funny because it’s my only one in black, even though it’s my favorite color to wear (besides gray… yes, I’m that exciting haha). Honestly, I basically live in gym sets these days.

For my accessories, my Owner prepared a very big plug with a black crystal on the end. 💎 He also left me a little note in the black box saying, “no panties.” But let’s be real… I didn’t even have any on to begin with! 😇 Good sluts know better.

With no panties, my cameltoe on full show, and my ass stuffed with that huge plug, I headed to the gym. I could feel it stretching me out so perfectly with every movement, reminding me exactly of my place. Every squat sent a little jolt of awareness through me, keeping me grounded in my submission.

By the time I was done, my asshole was left completely stretched and ready to be used by my Master, just how He likes it. 😏 It’s moments like this that remind me why I love being owned. Always prepared, always ready, always His. 🖤

This Week on Doe Eyes 🖤Let’s dive into another week of kink,..

This Week on Doe Eyes 🖤

Let’s dive into another week of kink, fun, and new adventures. Here’s what’s coming your way:

A Day at the Thermal Spa

Yes, even relaxation comes with a twist for this slave. I wore a micro bikini that left absolutely nothing to the imagination, paired with a vibe and a plug… 😈

Bedtime

Sometimes, it’s the simple things that feel the most intimate. Tonight, I wore nothing but my Owner’s shirt to bed and got to play with the wand before being locked up for the night. The perfect way to unwind and submit.

Story Post

This week’s Story Post is extra daring. A custom request featuring me dressed as a slutty little secretary bitch, complete with trying on some new piercings. I even practiced some slave positions and ventured outside in this scandalous outfit. Of course, my Master couldn’t resist having his way with me… 🥵

I hope you’re as excited as I am for this mix of routines, play, and naughty surprises! Which one are you most looking forward to? 🖤

Happy Monday! 💋 Here’s to a new week filled with possibiliti..

Happy Monday! 💋

Here’s to a new week filled with possibilities… and a lot of kink, of course. 😉 I hope you all had a relaxing weekend and are ready to dive into whatever this week brings, whether that’s work, play, or a little mix of both.

As for me, I’m currently preparing for a new session (yay!), which is always equal parts exciting and nerve-wracking. This one’s going to be intense, and I can’t wait to share it with you! You’ll get to see it this weekend, so stay tuned. 🔥

Wishing you all a wonderful start to the week 🖤

Bedtime 🌙 Bedtime isn’t always about latex and glamour. Toni..

Bedtime 🌙

Bedtime isn’t always about latex and glamour. Tonight, I kept it simple, slipping into nothing but an oversized hoodie. Some might say it’s too “normal” for a 24/7 slave, but for me, it’s a reminder that even though I may look like just a regular girl on the outside, the power dynamic never truly goes away. The collar around my neck and the hood over my head made that crystal clear.

For my nightly inspection, I paired the hoodie with high heels (gotta keep training to walk and present myself gracefully in them) and my hood without eye holes. Just being there blind and waiting is such a humbling experience, reminding me of my role and sharpening my other senses. And of course, I presented myself properly: Kneeling, silent, and ready.

As I knelt on the mattress, I noticed a little surprise waiting for me: A clit suction vibrator. 😍 My Owner knows it’s one of my favorites, so naturally, I couldn’t resist putting it to good use. The gentle pulsing quickly became a deep, needy pleasure, especially when I cranked the setting higher than usual. Within minutes, I was dripping, moaning, and more than ready for my inspection.

When I called out, “I’m reeeeady,” as I always do, my Owner entered. He found me already spreading my cheeks for him like the eager toy I am. How could he resist? I felt his cock slide in effortlessly from behind, filling me completely while the vibrator worked its magic on my clit. It was so intense… every nerve buzzing, my mind swimming in bliss. I love how quickly I can go from solo play to being used, like a good little slave.

Afterward, as always, I was chained to the bed for the night. The heavy, cold metal on my body is one of my favorite sensations—secure, comforting, and always reminding me of who I belong to.

My Owner didn’t stop there, though; he continued fucking me softly for a bit, teasing me before finally saying good night.

It’s moments like these that make me love our dynamic even more. Simple or elaborate, every night feels like a perfect balance of submission, intimacy, and structure. 🖤

Fuckdoll Academy: Lesson #11: Position Training: Attention T..

Fuckdoll Academy: Lesson #11: Position Training: Attention

Today’s lesson focuses on the Gorean slave position “Attention,” a fundamental stance of obedience, readiness, and respect. 🖤

This position can vary slightly depending on individual dynamics. In this variation, the arms are held delicately in front of the body, hands resting just above the thighs. It is a subtle and elegant way to convey submission. The feet are placed close together, creating a formal and controlled posture, while the straight back and raised chin signal confidence and respect for the one observing.

The “Attention” position serves as both a mental and physical exercise for a slave. It reinforces discipline, body awareness, and mindfulness. Standing perfectly still, maintaining poise, and focusing on being present in the moment help the slave channel their energy into service and obedience. For the Dominant, this position is a way to assert authority and visually take in their property’s readiness and composure.

In a session, “Attention” can serve as a moment of pause, a way to reset or establish dominance before transitioning into more intense play. Outside of scenes, it symbolizes the slave’s constant availability and readiness to serve. For Gorean dynamics or any D/s relationship, this posture can be an essential tool to build trust, deepen submission, and train both the mind and body.

Position training, such as practicing “Attention,” is about more than physical form. It is a mindset, one that embodies the slave’s devotion and unwavering willingness to serve. It is also a way for the Dominant to observe and fine-tune their slave’s posture, attitude, and demeanor. Even the smallest adjustments, like correcting a slump in the shoulders or lowering the gaze, can deepen the dynamic and create a stronger connection. 🖤✨

Rest day? More like plug-and-serve day. 🖤 A little lavender,..

Rest day? More like plug-and-serve day. 🖤 A little lavender, a little glass, and a whole lot of obedience.

Daily FitHappy Tuesday, everyone! Today is a rest day for me..

Daily Fit

Happy Tuesday, everyone!

Today is a rest day for me, so no gym—just a chill day at home serving my Owner, which means my outfit is all about looking good for him.

I’m wearing one of my favorite lingerie sets in a soft, pale lavender and paired it with a sheer white blouse that shows off the set underneath, my heavy collar (a must, of course), and some sleek metal cuffs to complete the look. Oh, and high heels, because training in them is a daily requirement for this slave. Can’t afford to lose my grace, even on a rest day!

Inside today’s black box, my Owner left me a little treat: my favorite glass plug. I love how smooth and weighty it feels—it’s always such a nice reminder of my submission and who I belong to.

Here’s to a quiet, obedient, and very fulfilling day.

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Story Post: Panty-Gagged

Some custom requests really stick out. This one from Mr. Jake had me both excited and a little nervous—but in the best way. It was one of those ideas that screamed degradation and submission, which, let’s be honest, are two of my absolute favorite things.

Before we dive in, let me set the scene. I wore a brand-new lingerie set—a delicate black number that was sheer in all the right places, embroidered with little flowers. It felt almost sweet… until you add overknee socks, high heels, and my signature hood. Then, it’s not sweet anymore—it’s filthy. And exactly what Mr. Jake had envisioned.

The panties were the centerpiece of this request, though. Not for covering anything, but for being soaked, stuffed in my mouth, and used to muffle every sound that came out of me. For this custom, my Owner wanted to ensure they weren’t just wet—they needed to be dripping. And who better to handle that task than my trusty wand?

I laid back on the bed, my thighs spread wide, while my Owner stood over me. The wand buzzed against me, and even through the thin fabric of the panties, the vibrations were overwhelming. My arousal pooled immediately, soaking the lace. And all the while, I sucked his cock. The taste of him in my mouth mixed with the sensation on my clit was almost too much. My body trembled, fighting the urge to lose myself completely.

By the time my panties were adequately drenched, my Owner looked down at me, smirking. “Open your mouth,” he commanded.

And that’s when it hit me—the humiliation of being gagged with my own wet panties. It’s one of those acts that perfectly captures what I crave: being reminded of my place, of my purpose. I obeyed, opening wide as he pressed the damp fabric past my lips. The taste of myself was overwhelming, and the act of having my own scent and arousal shoved in my mouth made me feel completely owned.

“Thank you, Mr. Jake,” I managed to mumble through the gag, my voice muffled and dripping with desperation. He smirked again and tilted my chin up, making sure I kept my head down and ass up for the camera.

That’s when things escalated. My Owner positioned himself behind me, spreading my thighs just a little wider. He pressed inside me without hesitation, filling me completely in one rough thrust. I moaned into my gag, my cries vibrating through the fabric.

“Look at the camera,” he ordered.

It’s harder than you’d think to hold eye contact with a lens when you’re being fucked so hard you can barely stay still. But that’s exactly what made it so hot. My cheek pressed against the bed, my ass high in the air, and every thrust drove me deeper into submission. The wet sounds of our bodies filled the room, and every now and then, my gag muffled a moan loud enough to make me blush.

Here’s the thing about rough sex—it’s not just about the physical sensations. It’s about the complete surrender. With my mouth full, my voice reduced to incoherent sounds, and my body entirely at his mercy, I felt stripped of everything except my role: to be his slut, to be Mr. Jake’s fantasy.

My Owner kept pounding into me, his grip on my hips firm and unrelenting. Every now and then, he’d slap my ass, sending sharp jolts of pain and pleasure rippling through me. It felt like he was driving all his dominance into me, and I couldn’t get enough.

Finally, with one last deep thrust, he finished inside me, marking me as his. The heat of his cum spilled out of me as he pulled away, leaving my pussy a creamy mess. I could feel it dripping down my thighs, mingling with my own arousal.

After he was done, my Owner crouched down to pull the panties from my mouth. The damp fabric clung to my lips before falling to the bed. I was breathless, speechless, and completely blissed out.

“Thank you, Mr. Jake,” I whispered again, this time without the gag. And I meant it. For him, for my Owner, and for the opportunity to sink into this role so fully.

Every custom we do has a unique flavor, and this one was a perfect mix of degradation and submission. It’s not just about the act—it’s about how it makes me feel: raw, exposed, and completely owned.

Happy Saturday, everyone! 🖤We’re just about to start filming..

Happy Saturday, everyone! 🖤

We’re just about to start filming a custom video that will be ready for you all tomorrow. 😍

My bedtime ritual: from self-pleasure under Sir’s watchful e..

My bedtime ritual: from self-pleasure under Sir’s watchful eye to sleeping locked and secure. 🖤

Yay! Happy weekend everyone 😘

Yay! Happy weekend everyone 😘

Bedtime 🌙 Another evening, another chance to embrace my favo..

Bedtime 🌙

Another evening, another chance to embrace my favorite nightly ritual. Tonight, my Owner instructed me to prepare for bed in the simplest but most fitting way: stockings, high heels, my mask, and my ever-present collar. Nothing else is needed when you’re living in full submission, right?

Waiting for me was a little treat: My favorite rainbow dildo. 🌈

This one is special, not just because of its vibrant colors, but because it always brings me such intense pleasure. I couldn’t help myself; the moment I saw it, I got to work. First, with my mouth, savoring every inch, before moving on to riding it like the good little slut I strive to be.

It wasn’t long before my Owner joined me. As always, his presence shifted the entire dynamic of the room. He took control immediately, using my mouth hard, just the way he likes it, while I kept fucking myself with the dildo. I love these moments where I feel completely taken, serving him with every inch of my body.

Once he’d had his fill and decided his property had performed well, it was time for my favorite part of the night: Being locked up for bed. He chained me to the bed, ensuring his toy was safe, secure, and exactly where it belongs. There’s something so peaceful about falling asleep like that, knowing I’m under his control, even in my dreams. ✨

Ass play with positive reinforcement: Connecting pleasure to..

Ass play with positive reinforcement: Connecting pleasure to stretching for optimal training results. 🖤