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Got you wrapped around my finger

2023-11-07 10:00:07 +0000 UTC View Post

Dinner is ready!!! That's right, you will be pleasing me all..

Dinner is ready!!! That's right, you will be pleasing me all night. What are you gonna get in return? Nothing, cause you dont deserve anything... you exist just to please me.

2023-11-06 10:00:06 +0000 UTC View Post

Me and alpha just booked a hotel for a trip away, you are go..

Me and alpha just booked a hotel for a trip away, you are going to cover the cost. £100 minimum. As a reward, you will get to jerk off while we cuckold you.

2023-11-05 21:47:12 +0000 UTC View Post

You are such a gooner that I know this will trigger you... A..

You are such a gooner that I know this will trigger you... Always horny, always ready to stroke that sad little cock. And that’s why it’s so damn easy to control you.

2023-11-05 10:00:07 +0000 UTC View Post

Teasing even when I'm cooking

2023-11-04 10:00:08 +0000 UTC View Post

You’re going to edge for me, and you're not going to cum unt..

You’re going to edge for me, and you're not going to cum until I allow it. Start stroking now, slow and steady. Let it build up. Imagine yourself chained to my bed. Your hands are tied so I can do anything I want with you, I can use you as I please you. Unfortunately for you, I love seeing you struggle and feeling denied. I love seeing you moaning in pain. I want you to imagine me slowing taking my top off, playing with my tits, teasing you... bringing them close to your face. Close enough that you can feel the warmth, but can't touch them.You don't deserve them after all. You’re denied. I want you to forget everything else exists. It's just me and my tits the only thing you care about, the only thing that exists for you now. You're nothing but a toy, existing only to satisfy my whims and desires. You want them so badly? I'll smther you with them, make you feel their weight on you, dominating every breath you take... Until you beg me to stop. And just as you can breathe for 2 secs , I'll do it again. Maybe I’ll let you feel them, maybe not. Will I let you cum? Mmmmh nah. DM to know more.

2023-11-03 10:50:01 +0000 UTC View Post

Open your mouth wide open like I'm showing you. I'm going to..

Open your mouth wide open like I'm showing you. I'm going to give your face good use ;)

2023-11-02 13:31:01 +0000 UTC View Post

Watch me dance and let it consume your mind. Start jerking ..

Watch me dance and let it consume your mind. Start jerking off, SLOW. Imagine yourself at my feet begging to touch my body, but you don’t get that. All you get is your hand and my commands. You are not worthy to see & feel my naked body. I'm way superior than you. Is your cock rock hard? Edge for me. Feel that desperation. I love seeing you struggle. Think about how good it’d feel to be inside me. But you never will. You’ll just keep stroking, suffering, desperate for release. DM to beg SEE MORE and for my permission to cum.

2023-11-01 12:00:10 +0000 UTC View Post

Lucia, always the embodiment of captivating allure, sat in a..

Lucia, always the embodiment of captivating allure, sat in a dimly lit room, adorned with velvety drapes and scented with musky incense. Before her was Marcus, a tall and well-built man with a noticeable bulge, and next to him, kneeling nervously, was Alex, a more slender and submissive figure. "Alex," Lucia began, her voice sultry and instructive, "you've told me you want to learn how to please a man, especially one as impressive as Marcus. Tonight, under my guidance, you'll master the art." Alex gulped but nodded, his anticipation evident in his flushed cheeks and wide eyes. Lucia beckoned Marcus closer, and with a gentle command, he freed his impressive length from his trousers. Alex's eyes widened, a mix of awe and trepidation. "Now, first things first," Lucia said, her eyes locked onto Alex's. "You need to appreciate what's before you. Touch it, feel its warmth, its texture." Alex, hesitating at first, slowly reached out, his fingers lightly wrapping around Marcus's girth. With Lucia's encouraging nods, he began to explore, feeling the weight, the veins, and the silky smooth head of Marcus's arousal. "Good," Lucia purred. "Now, let's move on to stroking. Remember, it's all about rhythm and pressure. Watch." Lucia demonstrated, her hands expertly gliding up and down Marcus's shaft, eliciting a soft moan from him. Alex, his attention rapt, mimicked her movements, earning approving sounds from both Lucia and Marcus. Lucia leaned in, her voice a tempting whisper. "The final act, the culmination of all your efforts, is the most intimate. When he's close, I want you to take him in your mouth, to taste his essence, to swallow every drop." Marcus's breathing grew ragged, signaling his approaching climax. Lucia nodded at Alex, and without hesitation, he enveloped Marcus with his mouth, using everything Lucia had taught him to bring him to the edge. As Marcus released, Alex did as instructed, swallowing every drop, a profound sense of accomplishment flooding him. Lucia smiled, a look of pride in her eyes. "Well done, Alex. Remember, in pleasure, in submission, there's power. You've taken a crucial step today." Alex, still catching his breath, looked up at Lucia with gratitude. Under her tutelage, he had discovered a side of himself he never knew existed, a side that yearned to serve and please. And he was only just beginning.

2023-10-31 13:59:01 +0000 UTC View Post

Lucia, ever the enchanting spectacle, lounged elegantly on a..

Lucia, ever the enchanting spectacle, lounged elegantly on a designer couch covered in smooth, silver fabric. She wore a captivating ensemble of a silk blouse and tailored skirt, but it was what lay underneath that held her latest admirer, Ryan, in complete thrall. "So, you have a panty fetish, I hear," Lucia mused, a flirtatious smile gracing her coral-pink lips. Ryan, standing a few feet away, nodded nervously. "Yes, Goddess. I find the texture, the scent, the very idea of panties intoxicating." "How poetic," Lucia chuckled. She elegantly crossed one leg over the other, her eyes meeting Ryan's as she did so. "Would you like a closer look?" Ryan's eyes widened, a flush creeping up his cheeks. "I would be honored, Goddess." Lucia stood, her movements fluid and deliberate, like a well-choreographed dance. She reached under her skirt, her eyes locked onto Ryan's, and slowly pulled out a pair of lace panties. Dangling them from her index finger, she sauntered over to where Ryan was standing. "Ah, the privilege of being in close proximity to my intimate apparel. You do realize how many would kill for this honor?" she said, her voice imbued with a sultry tone. "I do, Goddess. I'm incredibly grateful," Ryan stammered, his eyes fixed on the delicate lace. Lucia swirled the panties around his face, letting him catch the intimate scent. "Inhale deeply, take in the aroma of your goddess," she commanded. Ryan did as instructed, his breathing growing noticeably heavier. The mix of Lucia's perfume and her natural scent was intoxicating, sending a jolt of desire through his entire body. "Now," Lucia said, pulling the panties away and tucking them back under her skirt, "that is all you get for now. A taste, a teaser. But remember, privileges like these are earned." Ryan looked up, his eyes clouded with a mix of frustration and longing. "I understand, Goddess. I hope to prove myself worthy of more." Lucia grinned, walking back to her couch and resuming her seat. "Oh, you will have ample opportunities to do so. The question is, can you rise to the occasion?" As Ryan pondered her question, his eyes still lingering on the hem of her skirt, Lucia leaned back, satisfied. Here was another soul, spellbound and captivated, all because of the simple yet potent allure of a pair of panties. How delightful it was to be a goddess.

2023-10-30 19:52:01 +0000 UTC View Post

Lucia leaned against her opulent bar, the dark mahogany refl..

Lucia leaned against her opulent bar, the dark mahogany reflecting the low lighting in the room. She sipped a glass of champagne, her eyes filled with a mixture of amusement and incredulity as she looked at her newest subject, Eric. Dressed in his ill-fitting suit and nervously shuffling his feet, Eric had never looked more out of place. "So, you claim you're a virgin?" Lucia asked, setting her glass down and walking towards him. Her voice dripped with a kind of playful scorn that was both charming and intimidating. Eric blushed a deep crimson, his eyes avoiding her gaze. "Yes, Goddess," he mumbled. Lucia chuckled, circling him like a predator sizing up its prey. "Ah, a virgin in my presence, how utterly... quaint." She stopped to look him squarely in the eye. "Tell me, what's it like to have never known the touch of a woman?" Eric's face turned an even deeper shade of red, if that was possible. "It's, uh, frustrating, Goddess." "Ah, frustration," she cooed, reaching out to lightly trace the collar of his shirt. "But it's more than that, isn't it? It's a mark of failure, a glaring testament to your inability to attract or please a woman. And here you are, looking for a goddess to rid you of this embarrassing stigma." Eric lowered his head, unable to bear her gaze any longer. "Yes, Goddess," he said softly. Lucia grinned, her eyes lighting up with the thrill of the humiliation game. "Oh, but why would I be interested in being your first? You'd likely be fumbling, awkward, a downright disappointment in the bed." Eric's eyes misted over, his humiliation complete. "I understand, Goddess. I... I didn't think it through." "Ah, but that's where you're wrong," Lucia said, her voice softening as she moved closer to him. "Your inexperience, your utter ineptitude, is amusing to me. And as your goddess, I relish in that amusement. So, your first task is simple: admit your virginity loudly, right here, right now." Eric looked at her, puzzled but somewhat hopeful. Taking a deep breath, he shouted, "I am a virgin!" Lucia burst into laughter, the sound echoing in the spacious room. "Ah, well done! Now, whether or not you remain a virgin is up to me, but know this: your humiliation has entertained me, and in that, you've found a purpose." Eric looked up, his eyes meeting hers. For the first time, he felt a strange mix of humiliation and fulfillment. Lucia took her seat again, savoring her victory. She knew Eric would be back, eager for another taste of the exquisite blend of pleasure and pain that only she could offer. And for Lucia, that was what being a goddess was all about.

2023-10-29 14:52:01 +0000 UTC View Post

Lucia leaned forward, her eyes capturing Mark's with a penet..

Lucia leaned forward, her eyes capturing Mark's with a penetrating gaze that seemed to delve into the depths of his submissive soul. "Today's task will test not only your obedience but your self-control," she said, her voice silky yet tinged with a note of warning. "Intriguing, Goddess. What would you have me do?" Mark asked, already sensing that this would be a challenging ordeal. "Ah, it's simple," Lucia said, her red lips curling into a smile that was as promising as it was menacing. "You will bring yourself to the edge but stop right before climax. And you will do it not once, not twice, but three times." Mark's eyes widened, the thought of such a task filling him with a mixture of dread and exhilaration. Ruining his orgasms would be a torment, but to do so under Lucia's guidance was a twisted honor he couldn't refuse. "Yes, Goddess, I understand," he said. "Good. Proceed," Lucia commanded, crossing her legs as she sat comfortably in her armchair, her eyes never leaving Mark's actions. With trembling hands, Mark began to touch himself, each stroke bringing him closer to the edge. The tension built up in his body, a crescendo of desire and anticipation. Just when he felt he was about to tip over, he stopped, a low groan escaping his lips. Lucia chuckled. "One down, two to go," she mused, thoroughly enjoying his visible frustration. Regaining some semblance of composure, Mark began again, his touches more desperate this time, the need for release intensifying. Again, he stopped right before the point of no return, his whole body shaking from the strain. "Very good," Lucia cooed, "you're proving to be delightfully obedient. One more to go." Summoning what little willpower he had left, Mark embarked on the final round. His hand moved almost of its own accord, the pent-up pressure unbearable. But true to his task, he stopped just in the nick of time, his body screaming for the release that wouldn't come. Lucia burst into laughter, a sound that was both musical and mildly sadistic. "You've done well, my pet. How does it feel to be so utterly frustrated, so beautifully ruined?" Mark, panting and spent, looked up at her with a mix of anguish and adoration. "It's hell, Goddess, but if it pleases you, it's worth every moment of suffering." Lucia nodded approvingly. "Ah, you're learning. The art of the ruined orgasm is one of sacrifice and surrender, a delicious paradox of pleasure and pain." Mark bowed his head, acknowledging her wisdom, his body still humming with the thwarted energy of his ruined orgasms. And as Lucia reveled in her triumph, she knew this was but one of many lessons in the complex art of dominance and submission.

2023-10-28 12:51:01 +0000 UTC View Post

Goddess Lucia, a vision of undeniable authority, reclined el..

Goddess Lucia, a vision of undeniable authority, reclined elegantly on her plush, velvet throne. Adorned in a sheer black robe that revealed glimpses of her lingerie beneath, she regarded her newest submissive, Mark, with a mixture of amusement and scrutiny. Mark knelt before her, eyes downcast, dressed in nothing but his collar and a chastity device. "Ah, my eager little slave, so hungry for instruction," Lucia mused, her red-painted lips curling in a smile. "Are you ready for your first task?" "Yes, Goddess," Mark replied, his voice tinged with a nervous excitement. "Very well," she said, rising gracefully from her throne to approach him. Her heels clicked ominously against the marble floor, each step echoing like a drumbeat in Mark's submissive heart. She stopped before him, lifting his chin with the toe of her stiletto. "Your task, should you accept, is to serve as my personal masseur for the evening." A shiver ran down Mark's spine; the idea of touching his Goddess felt both thrilling and terrifying. "You will massage my feet, my legs, my back," she continued, "And should you prove worthy, you might even be granted the honor of massaging my hands—the very hands that control your every desire." "I accept, Goddess," Mark managed to stammer out, overwhelmed by the gravity of the task set before him. Lucia smiled, delighted with his immediate submission. "Good. You may start with my feet." Mark hesitated for a moment, acutely aware of the magnitude of his responsibility. But as he placed his hands on Lucia's feet, the sheer intimacy of the act made him forget all his worries. Gently, but firmly, he began to knead the arches of her feet, moving upward to her calves and then her thighs, following her murmurs of approval or subtle redirections. Each touch, each stroke became a wordless prayer of gratitude, a tactile expression of his servitude. And as he moved to her back, skillfully loosening the knots of tension in her muscles, he felt a sense of accomplishment unlike any other. After what felt like an eternity, Lucia finally spoke. "You've done well, slave. Your hands have been apt messengers of your devotion." Mark looked up, his eyes meeting Lucia's. In that moment, he felt a surge of pride, an emotional high that surpassed any physical pleasure. "Your task is complete," Lucia declared, as she returned to her throne. "But remember, in the realm of submission, each task is but a stepping stone to greater challenges, deeper servitude, and more exquisite forms of pleasure and pain." Mark bowed his head in acknowledgment, his heart pounding with a mixture of relief and anticipation. "Thank you, Goddess. I await your next command." Lucia grinned, her mind already swirling with ideas for his next task, each more intricate and demanding than the last. "Oh, you won't have to wait long. The journey has only just begun."

2023-10-27 21:51:01 +0000 UTC View Post

You want to touch them, feel their softness, their warmth, b..

You want to touch them, feel their softness, their warmth, but you’re not worthy of that privilege. All you can do is stare, worship, and obey. Worship my tits.

2023-10-27 12:18:51 +0000 UTC View Post

Goddess Lucia sat atop her decadent throne, bathed in the di..

Goddess Lucia sat atop her decadent throne, bathed in the dim glow of crimson lights that created an atmosphere of seductive mystery. She was dressed in an opulent, shimmering evening gown, the material clinging to her curves in a way that was almost sinful. Her gaze fixed upon her newest submissive, Henry, a corporate shark known for his cutthroat business strategies. Today, he was merely a fish out of water, desperate for her attention. "So, Henry," she purred, crossing one leg over the other in a slow, deliberate motion. "I hear you're used to getting what you want. How does it feel to be on the other side of the equation?" Henry, kneeling in front of her, looked up nervously. "I'm eager to experience it, Goddess." "Ah, but there's a catch," Lucia smirked, leaning forward. "This is a ripoff fantasy. The more you give, the less you get." Henry's eyes widened, but the thrill of the gamble appealed to his risk-taking nature. "I understand, Goddess." "Good," Lucia smiled. She held out her hand, a manicured nail pointing towards his phone. "Transfer $500 to my account. Now." Henry quickly obeyed, his fingers trembling with a mix of anticipation and apprehension. Lucia's phone buzzed with the notification, and her lips curled into a satisfied smile. "Very good, but that's just the entry fee," she said, uncrossing her legs and standing up. "For another thousand, you can kiss my shoe." The audacity of the offer sent a shiver down Henry's spine, but he was already too deep in the game. He transferred another thousand, earning him the momentary privilege of pressing his lips to the pointed toe of her stiletto. Lucia chuckled softly, enjoying the intoxicating blend of power and greed. "You're catching on, aren't you? The more desperate you become, the more you're willing to give for even the tiniest scrap of my attention." Henry's heart was racing, but he couldn't deny the twisted pleasure he felt in being financially dominated in such an overt manner. "What's next, Goddess?" Lucia sat back down on her throne, her eyes shining with predatory delight. "For a mere $5,000, I'll blow you a kiss from across the room." Without a second thought, Henry complied. As soon as the transaction was complete, Lucia pursed her lips and blew a kiss towards him, making no physical contact whatsoever. "Ah, the art of the ripoff," Lucia mused, basking in the exquisiteness of her own manipulation. "You've paid for an experience that gives you nothing tangible, yet you find it indescribably arousing, don't you?" Henry nodded, his ego bruised but his cravings intensified. "Yes, Goddess. I've never felt more alive." "Good," Lucia said, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Because in my realm, you pay not for substance, but for the sublime intoxication of powerlessness. And that, my dear, is a ripoff you'll eagerly partake in, time and time again." Sweating and spent, Henry could only bow in agreement, his wallet lighter but his submissive soul infinitely richer. And as he left her presence, Lucia knew he'd be back for another round, another ripoff, another delicious dance on the edge of financial ruin.

2023-10-26 22:51:01 +0000 UTC View Post

Hey cucks, my lunch with my bf was £45. Cover it. Send it as..

Hey cucks, my lunch with my bf was £45. Cover it. Send it as a tip.

2023-10-25 14:24:33 +0000 UTC View Post

One for the lesbians! Goddess Lucia sat regally on her thro..

One for the lesbians! Goddess Lucia sat regally on her throne, an aura of unassailable authority emanating from her. She wore a tight-fitting, deep red corset that accentuated her curves, and black thigh-high leather boots that seemed to go on forever. Before her kneeled Emily, a petite submissive with short-cropped red hair and an air of nervous excitement. Dressed in nothing but a flimsy, transparent negligee, Emily looked incredibly vulnerable yet eager. "Welcome, my little pet," Lucia greeted, her voice dripping with sensuous allure. "Do you know why you're here?" Emily swallowed hard. "To serve you, Goddess Lucia." "Very good," Lucia smirked, clearly pleased. "I hope you realize that serving me comes with a certain set of expectations." "I'm ready to learn, Goddess," Emily replied, her eyes shimmering with devotion. Lucia leaned forward, enjoying the palpable tension in the air. "Then let's begin with a lesson in obedience and humility, shall we?" With that, Lucia gracefully descended from her throne and approached Emily. She reached down and gripped a handful of Emily's red locks, pulling her head back to look into her eyes. "Do you trust me?" Lucia asked, as she traced the contours of Emily's lips with her thumb. "Yes, Goddess," Emily replied, her voice tinged with desperation. Without another word, Lucia pressed her lips against Emily's, initiating a kiss that was as much about domination as it was about desire. It was Emily's first taste of submission to a woman, and she found it intoxicating. Lucia pulled away, relishing the dazed look on Emily's face. "Now," Lucia commanded, "it's time for you to show your devotion to your Goddess. Use your mouth." With her heart pounding, Emily obediently began to kiss her way down Lucia's body. Every touch, every caress was amplified by the psychological thrill of submitting to another woman. Lucia guided Emily's head between her thighs, her own anticipation building. "Good girl," she cooed as Emily's tongue went to work, "Show your Goddess how much you crave her taste." As Emily's tongue swirled and danced, Lucia felt waves of pleasure wash over her. Emily was a quick learner, her movements becoming more confident with every touch, every stroke. Finally, as Lucia reached the pinnacle of her pleasure, she let out a guttural moan, pulling Emily back up by her hair and locking lips with her once more. The taste of herself on Emily's lips was the final drop of intoxication she needed. Lucia pushed Emily back on her knees and returned to her throne, her eyes filled with a satisfaction that only comes from a power well-exercised and a submissive well-trained. "You did well today, my pet," Lucia declared, "but remember, this is just the beginning. Your journey into the world of lesbian domination has only just begun." Emily bowed her head, overwhelmed with a combination of exhaustion and elation. "Thank you, Goddess Lucia," she whispered, already craving her next lesson in the art of submission.

2023-10-25 12:14:01 +0000 UTC View Post

Goddess Lucia lounged gracefully on her luxurious throne, we..

Goddess Lucia lounged gracefully on her luxurious throne, wearing a lingerie set that left little to the imagination. Her eyes were focused intently on her submissive, David, who was naked and restrained before her. He was visibly eager but also slightly trembling, aware that today's session revolved around a particularly delicate form of torment—orgasm control. "Do you trust me, David?" Lucia began, her voice silkily flowing through the room. "With my life, Goddess," David replied, his voice tinged with devotion and anticipation. Lucia grinned, savoring the control she wielded. "Good. Because today, your pleasure is entirely in my hands." She arose from her throne and approached David, her fingers lightly touching his quivering body. With each touch, she could feel his desire build, his eagerness swelling, his body betraying his lust. And yet, she knew exactly when to pull away, leaving him yearning, panting, desperate. "For each step you've taken towards climax, I'll have you take two steps back," Lucia mused, her eyes filled with mischief. "How does that sound?" David's breath hitched, a flood of conflicting emotions rushing through him. The thought was both incredibly arousing and undeniably frustrating. "As you wish, Goddess," he finally uttered, his submission complete. Lucia smiled and began her delicate game of teasing and denial. Her skilled hands brought him repeatedly to the brink, each time stopping just short of allowing him release. Her touch was both his heaven and his hell, a pendulum swinging between pleasure and torment. Throughout it all, Lucia reveled in her power. Each withheld orgasm only amplified her control, making her feel like a puppeteer skillfully manipulating the strings of his deepest desires. Finally, after what felt like an eternity of teasing, Lucia whispered into David's ear, "Are you ready to give me control over your final release?" "Yes, Goddess," David panted, his body tense with unreleased energy. At last, with a wicked grin, Lucia granted him permission. "You may climax, but only when I say the word." As she began her final, masterful strokes, she looked into David's eyes, locking onto his soul. "Now," she finally ordered, as he shattered into a million pieces, his orgasm all the more explosive for having been so skillfully controlled. Lucia stepped back, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Remember, David, you are mine—in every sense of the word." Collapsed on the floor, David could only nod, his body spent but his soul alight with the extraordinary bliss that comes from surrendering control to a goddess. And Lucia, radiant in her victory, returned to her throne, knowing another submissive had learned the exquisite agony and ecstasy of absolute control.

2023-10-24 21:46:02 +0000 UTC View Post

Goddess Lucia looked down from her exalted throne, her eyes ..

Goddess Lucia looked down from her exalted throne, her eyes cold yet sparkling with a sadistic pleasure. Dressed in a form-fitting latex catsuit that showcased her sculpted curves, she exuded authority. At her feet was her submissive, John, whose appearance was a stark contrast: unkempt, dressed in rags, kneeling on the cold floor. "You think you're worthy of my time?" Lucia sneered, her words sharp enough to cut glass. John lowered his head, his voice shaky. "I hope to be, Goddess." "Hmm. Hope," she mused, twirling a riding crop in her hand. "A desperate man's last refuge. But let's be honest, you're nothing but a pathetic worm in the grand garden of life." As she spoke, her riding crop lightly tapped John's thighs, a reminder of her dominion over him. "Tell me, what have you done to earn my favor?" Lucia probed, her eyes narrowed. "I've followed all your tasks, Goddess. I've sent tributes and gifts." Lucia chuckled, a laugh devoid of warmth. "Gifts and tributes? A pittance. Even a stray dog brings back the occasional bone to its master. What makes you think you're any more special?" John's face flushed a deep shade of crimson, his humiliation palpable. He had no answer, and Lucia relished his speechlessness. "Exactly. You're just another submissive lost in his fantasies, deluding himself into thinking he's significant. In my world, you're no more relevant than the dirt beneath my heels." John shuddered, her words piercing through him like daggers, but there was no denying the rush of submissive exhilaration he felt at being so ruthlessly put in his place. Lucia smiled, satisfied. "Sometimes, my dear, the bitterest truths are the most potent aphrodisiacs. You may be pathetic, insignificant even. But remember, in your insignificance, you've found a purpose—serving me. And that's more than you had before, isn't it?" John nodded, his heart pounding. In his humiliation, he had discovered a twisted form of adoration, a new low that paradoxically elevated his devotion to Goddess Lucia to new heights. And Lucia, in her splendid cruelty, had gained another soul tethered willingly to her throne, intoxicated by the very words that broke him.

2023-10-22 23:46:02 +0000 UTC View Post

Favorite part of my body you would love to worship?

2023-10-22 19:24:40 +0000 UTC View Post

Goddess Lucia sat elegantly on her crimson throne, a seat th..

Goddess Lucia sat elegantly on her crimson throne, a seat that symbolized her unyielding power and allure. Today, she wore a gown of sheer black lace, her lips painted a sultry red that matched the decor. Her eyes fell upon her most devoted submissive, Mark, whose expression bore the marks of an undeniable infatuation. "Do you love me, Mark?" Lucia asked, her voice tinged with a melody that could capture any soul. Mark hesitated, visibly torn between speaking his heart and respecting the boundaries of their relationship. "I'm addicted to you, Goddess," he finally confessed. Lucia's lips curled into a knowing smile. "Ah, love or addiction—it's often a blurred line, isn't it?" Mark nodded, his eyes filled with a yearning that extended far beyond the physical. He was in too deep, addicted not just to Lucia's beauty or her domineering presence, but to the emotions she stirred in him, emotions he hadn't felt in years—if ever. "But remember," Lucia leaned in, her voice dropping to a bewitching whisper, "Love is a flame, and like any flame, it can warm you or burn you." Before Mark could reply, Lucia gestured for him to approach her throne. As he kneeled before her, she took his face gently in her hands, her eyes searching his for the depths of his addiction. Finding what she sought, she rewarded him with a long, passionate kiss, the sort that would fuel his addiction for weeks to come. When she finally pulled away, Mark looked up at her, his face flushed, his eyes glazed over. "You're my goddess, my love, my addiction," he murmured, almost deliriously. Lucia smiled, pleased with the depth of his emotional bondage. "And don't you ever forget it. Because while you're free to love me, to be addicted to me, you'll always be mine to command, to dominate, and to own." As Mark bowed his head in acknowledgment, Lucia reflected on the intoxicating power of love—or addiction—that she wielded. For her, it was more than a game or a role; it was an art form. And Mark was just another masterpiece in her ever-expanding gallery of souls claimed, hearts captured, and minds irrevocably enthralled.

2023-10-22 13:41:02 +0000 UTC View Post

Goddess Lucia reclined on her lavish throne, adorned in a ve..

Goddess Lucia reclined on her lavish throne, adorned in a velvet corset that pushed up her breasts, accentuating their voluptuousness. Her sub, Peter, was already on his knees, staring longingly at her, his eyes practically magnetized to her chest. "Ah, Peter, you look like a man dying of thirst while standing beside a well," Lucia teased, the corners of her mouth twitching upwards. Peter blushed but couldn't pull his gaze away. "Goddess, may I... may I worship you?" Lucia chuckled softly, her laughter ringing in the air like chimes. "You may, but remember: true worship comes with devotion and sacrifice." Peter understood the coded message. His fingers trembled as he reached for his phone, quickly transferring a substantial tribute to his goddess. Lucia's phone chimed, signifying the receipt of his offering. A satisfied smirk appeared on her face. "Now, you may proceed." With reverence, Peter slowly approached his goddess. Lucia leaned back, granting him the honor of being near her divine form. Shaking slightly, he began by softly kissing the tops of her breasts, still covered by the lush fabric of her corset. "You're allowed to go further," Lucia cooed, relishing the hunger in Peter's eyes. Hands shaking, he began to unlace her corset, his fingers clumsily pulling at the strings. Finally, the fabric loosened, revealing Lucia in her full, unadulterated glory. Peter was mesmerized; her breasts were like two ivory mounds, perfect and inviting. With hesitant fingers, he cupped them, marveling at their softness, their weight, their sheer presence. Emboldened, he began to plant kisses across each, his lips tenderly exploring every inch. Lucia leaned her head back, basking in the worship. She felt like a deity at her temple, revered and adored. "You may continue," she breathed, granting him permission to lavish her with the devotion she so rightfully deserved. As Peter's lips finally found her sensitive peaks, a wave of pleasure coursed through Lucia's body. She reveled in the sensation, and more importantly, in the power she held, the ability to command such fervent devotion. "Enough," she finally said, pulling her corset back up, concealing her breasts as if sheathing a sacred weapon. "Your worship was acceptable today." Peter retreated, his face flushed, his body trembling from the intensity of his own desires and the privilege of being so close to his goddess. Lucia looked down at him, her eyes gleaming. "Always remember, Peter, the beauty you admire is the power you'll never possess." Humbled and gratified, Peter bowed his head. The experience had been as spiritual as it had been sensual, another lesson in the endless catechism of submission to his divine goddess, Lucia.

2023-10-21 13:41:01 +0000 UTC View Post

Which one is your favourite? Tippers get rewards

2023-10-20 22:23:10 +0000 UTC View Post

Dressed in a lavish ensemble of black lace lingerie and shim..

Dressed in a lavish ensemble of black lace lingerie and shimmering high heels, Goddess Lucia lounged on a plush, velvet chaise. Her eyes met those of her submissive, Eric, who was already in a state of heightened arousal. "Today," Lucia began, her voice smooth as silk, "we're going to make each stroke count—in more ways than one." She gestured to her phone on the nearby table, which displayed an open payment app. Her smirk widened as she continued, "For each stroke you give yourself, you'll also be sending me a generous gift. How badly do you want this release, Eric?" Eric gulped, nodding his consent. With trembling fingers, he made the first payment. A chime confirmed the transaction, and Lucia gave him a nod. "You may begin. One stroke." Taking himself in hand, Eric cautiously made one full stroke. The combination of his touch and the thrill of the financial sacrifice was intoxicating. Lucia chuckled softly, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Feeling good? Let's increase the stakes. Double the amount if you want another stroke." Eric's heart raced as he doubled the initial amount and hit send. Again, the sweet sound of the transaction confirmation filled the room. His second stroke was even more pleasurable than the first, magnified by the added rush of financial submission. "See how much better it feels when you're paying for your pleasure?" Lucia taunted, her lips curling into a wicked smile. By now, Eric was hooked. The synergy of physical and financial domination was irresistible. Stroke by stroke, his account balance decreased, but his euphoria escalated, each moment of pleasure earned through literal sacrifice. Finally, Lucia sensed he was on the brink. "Ready to climax? Triple the last amount, and you may have your release." Nearly trembling with desperation, Eric complied. A hefty sum transferred into Lucia's account. His climax, when it came, was earth-shattering, heightened by the emotional and financial toll it had exacted. Lucia's phone screen displayed the final tally, a sum that could have financed a luxurious vacation. She looked at Eric, spent but blissful, and grinned. "See? The best things in life are not free. They're earned, paid for, and cherished," she mused, savoring her power over both his body and wallet. And Eric, laying there in his vulnerability, couldn't have agreed more.

2023-10-20 17:40:04 +0000 UTC View Post

Goddess Lucia transformed her dungeon into a faux medical cl..

Goddess Lucia transformed her dungeon into a faux medical clinic, sterile in appearance but laden with an air of illicit excitement. Donning a white lab coat over her latex bodysuit and stiletto heels, she looked like a fusion between a healthcare professional and a dominatrix—exactly the blend that made her submissive, Greg, quiver with anticipation. "You're here for your check-up, aren't you?" Lucia asked, her voice clinical but tinged with amusement. "Yes, Doctor Lucia," Greg replied nervously, already lying on the examination table, his eyes darting towards the assortment of medical instruments neatly arranged on a stainless steel cart next to him. Lucia began by strapping his arms and legs to the table, ensuring he was properly 'secured' for his examination. She then donned a pair of latex gloves with a snapping sound that sent a shiver down Greg's spine. "Let's check your reflexes first," she cooed, picking up a reflex hammer. The testing was less about genuine medical evaluation and more about establishing her control, her light taps becoming progressively stronger, pushing the boundaries of pleasure and discomfort. Satisfied, Lucia moved to the next phase of her 'medical examination.' She picked up a Wartenberg pinwheel from her cart. "We need to test your skin's sensitivity," she explained, running the wheel's sharp points lightly across his body, from his chest down to his thighs, eliciting a gasp with each prickly contact. Finally, Lucia moved towards a set of sounds—long, thin metal rods meant for urethral insertion. "Now, this might be a bit uncomfortable, but it's necessary for a complete examination," she said, her eyes locking onto his as she lubricated the smallest rod. The experience was a blend of intense sensation and vulnerability, pushing Greg into subspace as Lucia expertly navigated the delicate procedure. Once done, she unstrapped him and took off her gloves. "Your health seems to be in excellent condition, but your ability to obey requires regular check-ups," she advised. "Thank you, Doctor Lucia," Greg said, his voice tinged with both relief and lingering arousal. "When should I schedule my next appointment?" Lucia smiled, her eyes twinkling with a mischievous light. "Oh, I'll let you know. After all, ongoing treatment is necessary for chronic cases like yours." In her chamber of medical fantasy, Goddess Lucia had administered another successful 'treatment,' one that left both doctor and patient eagerly anticipating the next session.

2023-10-19 17:40:02 +0000 UTC View Post

Goddess Lucia entered her private chamber, a room filled wit..

Goddess Lucia entered her private chamber, a room filled with lavish furnishings and an array of BDSM toys. Today, however, she was met with a surprise—her submissive, Alex, who had explicitly been told not to touch himself, was seated on her favorite leather chair, masturbating. His face flushed red with guilt the moment their eyes met. "Oh, what do we have here?" Lucia's voice dripped with disappointment and authority. "Couldn't resist the urge, could you?" Alex stuttered, "I--I'm sorry, Goddess. I couldn't help myself." Lucia sauntered over to him, her heels clicking against the marble floor in a rhythm that spelled impending doom for Alex. "Self-control is a virtue you clearly lack," she said, swiping his hands away and fastening cuffs on his wrists, attaching them to hooks on either side of the chair. "Since you chose to disobey, you've lost the privilege of touch," she announced, her eyes piercing through him. Lucia then proceeded to tease him with her sheer beauty and allure. She moved sensually, caressing her own curves, pulling slightly at the lace that barely covered her divine form. The sight was more than Alex could bear, his desire amplifying with each second, the chastity device he was now placed in becoming a cage of agony. "Do you want to touch?" Lucia whispered, leaning in so that her lips almost touched his ear. "Do you want to feel the pleasure you so greedily sought without my permission?" Alex could only whimper, his desperation heightened by his inability to act upon it. "Maybe next time you'll think twice before taking matters into your own hands," Lucia said, leaving him in a state of intense arousal as she exited the room. The lesson was harsh, but necessary. In Lucia's world, even the most primal urges were under her domain. And Alex, like all who entered her sphere, would learn to obey or suffer exquisitely.

2023-10-18 16:40:01 +0000 UTC View Post

Goddess Lucia sat behind an ornate, mahogany desk, her attir..

Goddess Lucia sat behind an ornate, mahogany desk, her attire a blend of strict academic and seductive dominatrix. A fitted pencil skirt, button-down blouse unbuttoned just enough to be tantalizing, framed by a leather corset and stiletto heels. She looked every inch the authoritative teacher, with a spicy twist. Before her stood Mark, a former student now grown, but still nursing a schoolboy crush that had matured into something far more intense. His palms were sweaty as he clutched a bouquet of red roses, a juvenile but earnest offering to his unattainable dream woman. "Ah, Mark," Lucia greeted, her eyes not lifting from the documents she was grading. "How delightful. Now, what brings you back to my classroom?" Clearing his throat, Mark set the flowers on her desk. "I, um, always had a fantasy about you, Miss Lucia. You were the teacher I could never please, and now I want to try." Lucia's eyes finally met his, a wry smile on her lips. "My, how you've grown. But some things never change. Sit." She gestured to a chair opposite her, which Mark took gratefully. Lucia stood and circled around him, her heels clicking with each step as she spoke. "You know, it's not appropriate for students to harbor such feelings for their teachers," she said, her voice dipping into a scolding tone. "But you're not a student anymore, are you?" "No, Miss Lucia," he responded, his heart pounding in anticipation. "So, what shall the lesson be?" Lucia queried, leaning forward to give Mark an unobstructed view of her cleavage. "Ethics? Temptation? Or perhaps, obedience?" Mark gulped. "Obedience, Miss Lucia." "Ah, a wise choice," she said, walking back to her desk to retrieve a ruler. "Let's begin." For the next hour, Mark was subjected to a series of tests and torments, all designed to break his will and feed his teacher fetish. Each failed answer was met with a sharp rap from Lucia's ruler, each successful one with a sultry reward that kept him eager for more. As the clock neared the end of the 'lesson,' Lucia sat back down at her desk, satisfied with her pupil's progress. "I must say, you've learned quite a bit today. But remember, this is a lifelong course." Mark nodded, eager but drained, his boyhood fantasy given life and then some. Lucia's eyes sparkled with a mix of professional satisfaction and personal gratification. Teaching may have been her calling, but domination was her art—and Mark was her willing canvas.

2023-10-17 13:40:04 +0000 UTC View Post

Back from my holiday. Feeling refreshed and ready to be mean..

Back from my holiday. Feeling refreshed and ready to be meaner than ever. I want any bit of your dignity, self worth and esteem fucking gone. I want to make you feel disgusting. Approach mommy ♥️

2023-10-16 15:42:53 +0000 UTC View Post

Goddess Lucia was the epitome of sensual power, adorned in a..

Goddess Lucia was the epitome of sensual power, adorned in a gown of red silk that clung to her curves like a second skin. Her eyes, deep pools of allure, met those of her well-to-do submissive, James. He was a successful businessman, authoritative in his own realm, yet willingly powerless in her presence. "Come closer," Lucia's voice was a melodious whisper, laced with an authority that compliance. James approached, his eyes fixed on her, captivated by her magnetism. Gently, Lucia guided him to his knees, her touch light yet irresistible. She delicately traced her fingers along his cheek, down his neck, and finally over his chest. Each point of contact ignited a fire within him, a flame that only she could kindle and control. "My touch is a privilege, not a right," Lucia reminded him, her words flowing like honey, sweet yet weighted with meaning. James nodded, unable to speak, ensnared by the tender ferocity of her dominion. He felt her hands tie a silken blindfold around his eyes, plunging him into darkness. Sensory deprivation heightened his other senses, amplifying every feather-light caress, every whispered word. "Your world is confined to what I allow you to feel, to experience," Lucia said softly as she continued her tactile exploration. Her fingers found his wrists and guided them together, fastening them gently with a soft silk rope. Immobile and sightless, James was awash in vulnerability, yet he felt no fear. In Lucia's domain, submission was his sanctuary, and her sensual domination was the key to unparalleled bliss. Slowly, almost agonizingly so, Lucia ran her fingers down his torso, stopping just short of where he most ached for contact. It was heaven and hell in the same breath, a juxtaposition only Lucia could so artfully execute. "You're mine," she cooed, her lips brushing against his ear as she spoke. "And in your submission, you'll find freedom like you've never known." With that, she finally granted him the touch he so desperately craved, but not without first receiving a considerable financial tribute, an act which sealed his surrender both materially and spiritually. As his breaths came in shallow, uneven gasps, Lucia reveled in her triumph. Another powerful man brought to his knees, another soul willingly ensnared in her web of sensual domination. And in that moment, both knew that the lines between control and surrender, pain and pleasure, were as fluid and intricate as the silk that bound them.

2023-10-15 13:32:04 +0000 UTC View Post

Dressed in tantalizing lingerie, Goddess Lucia reclined on h..

Dressed in tantalizing lingerie, Goddess Lucia reclined on her opulent velvet chaise, a smirk playing on her lips. Before her was her financial sub, a wealthy CEO accustomed to having control in every area of his life—except here. His wrists were bound to a nearby post, his eyes glazed with anticipation and his chastity device replaced, for the moment, by his own desperate arousal. "I see you're quite eager today," Lucia cooed, her eyes tracing the contours of his engorged member. "Do you think you deserve a release?" He nodded eagerly, "Yes, Goddess." "Ah, but there's a price for every thrill," she purred. "And in your case, a rather hefty one." As she spoke, she picked up her phone and placed it within his line of sight. A payment app was open, ready to process his transfers. Lucia sauntered over to him, her high heels clicking gracefully on the floor, and began a series of slow, deliberate strokes on his trembling arousal. His eyes widened, and his thumb moved to make the first financial transfer. A substantial amount flashed on the screen. "Good boy," Lucia encouraged, increasing the speed of her strokes. "You're edging closer, both in pleasure and debt." His breathing grew shallow, his eyes darting between the app and Lucia's skillful hand. As he neared the brink, Lucia suddenly stopped. The halt was jarring, his body tensing at the interruption. "That'll cost you," she warned, and sure enough, another large sum transferred into her account. For what felt like an eternity for him, Lucia played this cruel game—bringing him to the edge, pausing for payment, then starting all over again. His account balance dwindled as his desperation escalated, a testament to her unparalleled skill in domination. After numerous rounds of edging and equally numerous financial transfers, Lucia finally deemed him worthy. "Alright, now you may come, but empty your account into mine as you do." Trembling, he complied, hitting the final send just as Lucia granted him the elusive climax. It was as if his funds and his self-control drained from him in unison, both flooding into Lucia's possession. As he caught his breath, Lucia reviewed her significantly increased account balance. "Remember, your financial ruin is my ultimate pleasure. You're lucky to be ruined by such a Goddess." He nodded, spent in more ways than one, yet feeling an odd sense of fulfillment. After all, it's not every day you find a Goddess who can edge you to both financial and sexual brinkmanship. And Lucia, relishing the rush of complete control, knew she'd never tire of pushing those boundaries.

2023-10-14 13:28:01 +0000 UTC View Post