Don't you love getting these sneak peeks into real sessions? For some it's the closest you'll get to experiencing servitude to me. Today my little service boy is going to be nose to the ground. It's very important to reinforce a slave's rightful position, in my opinion. So his nose will be glued to the floor while I go at him with ample spanking and flogging. He'll be unable to raise his head as I subject his body to whatever pain I feel like. His place, like all slaves, is on the floor.

Look at you go! You met this gorgeous woman at the bar the other day and she's already asked you on a date! Tonight is the night. You go to dinner and have a wonderful time. She lets you talk about your work. You don't talk about your real work, of course, being a spy and all. But you spin her some tale about being a doctor and she seems enamored. She invites you back to your house and you can already feel the tingles of excitement as it seems like you're going to go all the way. She offers you some wine upon entering the house and you sit down for some flirty conversation. But... the conversation seems to drift. No, you're drifting. You mind is growing foggy and her lips curve into a knowing smile. "Oh. This was just too easy. Sleep!"

You know, you're a shit latex slave. I found my fine latex gloves all crumpled and just laying around. Unacceptable! You know, I was going to let you cum today. But now I don't think I will. Today I'm just going to tease you until you're blue and sore. I'm going to have to fix my latex gloves, and the I'll affix them to your face. How does that sound? A good pressing my by latex gloves should show exactly how important it is to listen and be a good lave. And maybe next time you'll be a good boy.

Do you know your own limits? Do you have an idea in your head as to how far down this rabbit hole you'll go? I'm sure you think you do. But every video you watch and every time you jerk off you slide deeper and deeper down this hole into my world. You passed your first boundaries a long time ago. You gave me control you promised yourself you wouldn't give. Each time you jerk and slide down you pass another layer of walls, of boundaries, you once said you'd never cross. Now you're here with me entirely and you have no control left.

Time to get in the cage, slut! You've lived long enough as a person I think. Now you're just going to be my little caged creature. Creatures like you don't need beds or blankets. All you'll get are these cold metal bars and maybe a little bowl of food occasionally. You don't need to be a person. You belong in a cage. Your life is best served scrunched up in a little box with little metal bars to keep you from the rest of the world. Maybe if you're nice and quiet, I'll let you out occasionally to beat you. But that's all a little cage slave gets.

There is something so deeply and innately satisfying about marrying power tools, and sex toys. You boys all know how fond I am of my fucking machine. There's nothing like the sounds of pistons and moans as my dear machine fucks some slut in the ass. Today's toy is different, but just as satisfying. I have for my slave today what is known as a Fucksaw. A large dildo is mounted at the end of a jigsaw for extremely fast and punishing penetration. There's no slow mode on this piece of work. It goes from 0 to balls deep in just seconds. Very little prep allowed. It's one of the more punishing tools in my arsenal and I'm happy to put it through it's paces on this unlucky slut.

Wake up. It's time to wake up. Don't worry. Those bindings around your wrist are of my design. Don't try to scream. We're so very deep underground. I know it all seems hazy right now but do try to pay attention. You see, you're mine now. I took you. I slipped a little something in your beverage and the world went dark. Now you're here and you're mine. You'll learn to love me over time. If you don't, then there will be no use for you here. As you sit there, still half in this dream state my concoction has placed you in, you'll start to feel my words sear into your mind. After a couple of these brainwashing sessions, your fear will be totally gone. You'll live to love me.

I was having a conversation with my best friend the other day and I brought up how you worthless losers will buy my videos no matter what. She seemed surprised and almost didn't believe me. So, we're doing a little test. For this five-minute video you're going to shell out 25 dollars. Just to listen to me talk down to you losers. Because you can't actually keep yourself from buying my clips. You're so addicted to me that I have total control over your wallets and what you spend your money on. So, go ahead, prove me right. Buy this video for no reason at all.

Alright boys. Put 30 minutes on the clock. Today I'm going to make you work your cocks for a full half hour. Orgasm control is such a vital skill for every man to have. You're going to put your cock and your control over it to the test. I'm going to work you up, make you edge, and maybe at the end of 30 minutes, I'll let you cum. If you cum before the 30 minute mark, you're going to have to start the video all over. I consider orgasm control an essential skill.

You have this instant reaction when you look at my body. Your cock gets hard and your mind instantly flies to fantasies of touching me, fucking me, being here with me. Take a good long look and feel that surge of emotion and adrenaline as your cock takes on a mind of its own. I want you to settle into this state and then realize that... you're not actually going to cum. At all. You're going to be locked up in chastity. You see, you don't deserve these fantasies. You don't deserve to let your cock run rampant. You need to be trained to control these urges. I think a cock cage will do just the trick.

I've got my obedient little slave locked up in a cage, where he belongs. You see, too much contact either with my hands or my cane breeds too much fondness in these boys. I feel it's necessary to remind him that he gets not rights to my touch, good or bad. Sometimes all he gets to do is watch. His hungry eyes latch on to my body as I move and dance. I know exactly how to tease him without ever even getting close. This is how you train a slave and remind him of his place.

You know I've delved into your mind. I'm aware of your every fantasy, no matter how dark. I've taken you by the throat and slammed you down into the floor and removed everything of the person you were. What was once a man is now a groveling little slave. Your pleasure belongs to me. But, more importantly, you pain belongs to me. Pleasure is freely given and freely accepted. Pain is tentative. Pain is a monster that creeps up on you when you least expect it. But you'll accept this gift of pain from me. You'll accept whatever gifts I give you. That's how deeply I've dug my claws into your back. This pain I demand of you is a divine gift.

We've spent so many hours, you and I, rewiring your brain and reprogramming your pleasure centers. But you're not the only one. I've been programming slave after slave to derive pleasure by serving me tribute. For my birthday today, one lucky slave gave Tribute of $10,000. I know that he received a giant dose of dopamine fueled pleasure as he handed me the $10,000 in cash. I know because I trained him that way. Just like I've trained you. Each dollar you give to me gives you pleasure in a way that is so distinct, so powerful, in comparison to any stimulus on your cock. I'm going to further your training in this way. We're going to light the fire in your body and feed it with the pleasure of giving me Tribute. You're going to be consumed by this pleasure, as is your bank account. You and I together, will celebrate my birthday.

There's been so much study on how pleasure is interpreted throughout the mind. Pleasure can be experience in conscious and unconscious ways. Like right now, as you look at me, you're experiencing a conscious form of pleasure. Your cock is getting hard. You find yourself having a sexual response to a very clear and pleasurable stimuli. But there's more than just direct cause and effect. Your mind can walk down many paths and find pleasure even when tactile sensation isn't involved at all. You can achieve pleasure through devotion, altruistic acts, acts of subservience, and willful devotion. I want to show you how to train your mind to create direct pleasurable stimuli from indirect scenarios. It's my birthday. So today we'll start that cycle by teaching you to cum by simply paying me tribute. Are you ready? Let's begin.

You know you're such a slut for my boots. Honestly, you should be. Knee high boots are one of the many symbols of power I use to make you subservient to me. You're so entranced by the way the leather grips my calves that you'll do anything to get close to them. Today you're going to lick my boots clean. I need them spotless. Why? Because once you're done cleaning my boots with your dirty little mouth, I'm going to slam these boots right up into your balls! That sounds like a good time to me. It's also a good way to remind you just how much power I have over you. Boot slut gets ball busted. I like it.

You like to think you're a tough man. I know better. I know that once you're breathing in time with me, your mind will start to shift. I know if I tell you, you'll begin to take off layers. Not clothes, mind you, but layers of your protective walls. Your masculine facade is just a defense mechanism. But you don't need that with me. I want the real you. I want the obedient little slave. So breathe deep and let the shiny masculine coating just crack and fall away.

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Oh this slave is in trouble. Raevyn and I have had a long day and we really need to blow off some steam. What better way to do that than by subjecting some poor unsuspecting slave to some brutal CBT? He says he can take a lot of pain, but can he handle our creativity? We find some unique implements in the kitchen and go to town on his balls. As he's caught up in the pleasure and pain, I inform him he's going to have to eat his cum if he wants to cum at all. Through the stimulation all he can do is nod. He's going to have to have to survive two creative, sadistic dommes if he ever wants to cum.

Hello son. Your father and I have been married for a few years now and I've watched you grow into a young man. I know I'm not the nicest of stepmothers. I used to be a dominatrix, but I gave all of that up for your father. Which was fine, for a time. But now that you're getting older I can see the desire in you whenever I walk by in a pair of stockings or pantyhose. It's re-sparked that interest in me to dominate again. I've bent your father to my will on this subject. I withheld all sex until he agreed to let me show you what it's like to explore these new desires you've been feeling. I can see you're hard just from looking at me. Go ahead, it's okay to stroke. I'm going to show you what my world is all about.

Look at my little sissy bitch. Yup, I'm talking to you. You've got your little clittlet in your hand there like you're a man, but oh no. You're just a sissy. That's why today you're going to jerk for me in panties like the little sissy you are. You love the feeling of lace on your tiny dicklet. Go on and rub it through those panties. What a slutty fucking sisssy bitch.

Alright, I've decided. You can't cum today. Why? Because I fucking said so. I don't want you to cum, I just want you to hurt. I want the pain of your bulging balls full of cum to be unbearable. I want the hardness of your cock to be unrelenting. No release today. No matter how much I may move and tease you with my body, you may not cum. I don't think you deserve it.

There's nothing like a little road trip to clear the mind. But driving in cars can so often be pretty boring. My travel slave and I are making a trip. I want to test his concentration. Can he deliver us safely to our destination with my hand on his cock? He's transporting very important cargo, so he better be able to keep his eyes on the road.

All these boys message me on dating sites and think that I don't know that they know who I am. It's written all over their faces. They may not refer to me as Goddess in texts, but I can hear it in their tone when they talk. It's adorable. Do you know why? Because the second I hear their little submissive micro expressions in their voice I know I'm never going to fuck them. I would never fuck a slave. A slave's place is kneeling on the floor, not in my pussy. Their place is in chastity where they belong. Maybe if their entire existences weren't controlled by their cocks they could hide the act that they're just blatant little submissive. Honestly, you and every other hopeful slave out there should just lock yourselves up in chastity. It's a better fate than this hopeless longing.