How often have you been masturbating lately? I have a feeling you’ve been jerking off quite frequently during this stressful time. Masturbation is often a go-to coping mechanism. A way for your brain to hit the dopamine button over and over again with great ease. That’s alright. Today we’re going to do a bit more coping. You’re going to take out your cock and jerk for me. But not just for me. You’re going to jerk for your sanity.

Part 2 of the DomCon set. This includes solo and double images with myself and the beautiful Sarah Blake. Lots of sexy foot/shoe worship shots and nylon fetish indulgence.

Let’s get something straight. The revolution is coming. It’s been in the works for a while and maybe you’ve even seen a bit of it yourself. There’s been waves in the waters of the gender social dynamic and we are on the front lines of a storm. That storm is coming your way. You’ve seen it. Women everywhere are becoming empowered with their bodies and their sexuality. You may have laughed this off as a fluke before. You may have thought this influx of porn was a vehicle of desperation, but you’d be wrong. It’s a vehicle for liberation. You can’t run away from it. You can only accept it. Women are coming into power. The future is Femdom. If you want to be a part of that future, you better get on your knees now.

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When you think about your fantasies, what happens? Do they come by in the fleeting moment? Do they stay with you throughout the day, lingering in the back of your mind? Do they hijack your brain so you can think of nothing else? You like to think you’re just a sexually driven guy but it’s much more than that. You’re not fulfilling your greatest need and so your fantasies become stronger and stronger. They interrupt your life and take over. You’ve denied yourself the root of your fantasies. Submission. Your greatest desire is to submit and if you can’t fulfill that, your mind will never be free.

“That’s perfect guards, you can just leave him there.” She says with a smile. You’re wheeled into some sort of medical chamber. You don’t exactly remember how you got here. Suddenly you’re staring at the beautiful image of a nurse and she’s talking very sweetly to you. “Hello there, Patient 5697. It’s been listed in your chart that you’ve haven’t been performing up to current societal standards. You’ve been experiencing some depression and your efficiency as a citizen has suffered. Lucky for you, I’m here to make that all go away.” You look around and fearfully glance at the medical table and the straight jacket. “Don’t worry. You won’t feel a thing. We’re going to make you all better.”

There's little more powerful than a woman in leather. Red leather always seems to suit me. Whether in black or red heels, my visage is towering and commanding. Down by my feet, you can imagine yourself kneeling in my presence. If only you were so lucky.

Hello, slave. You’ve never been to my dungeon in person before. I’m excited to have some new meat around here to play with. You mentioned you just finished school and you wanted to have some fun before entering the real job market. It’s important to destress after a long period of hard work. Since this is your first time, I’ll go pretty easy on you. We’ll start off with some foot worship. You can clean my boots. If you do a good enough job, I may let you stay a little longer than your appointment time here. I may just keep you forever.

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You’re a brave one, aren’t you? You found me on that dating site and immediately you messaged me. I don’t hide what I am. You can see my fangs in half of those photos on my profile. Yet, you still rushed over the second I invited you to my home. Your curiosity must have overridden your fear. Now you’re all mine. I can do whatever I please with you. I can see from the bulge in your pants that you’re more than a little excited to see me like this. Does the danger excite you? The fact is that with one bite I can drain you dry and leave you in the dust. I sense you want something more than that though. Take out your cock for me. If it’s nice enough, I may keep you for my own pleasure.

This is a strange time in the world for men. Everything men have been taught to do for decades has been falling down around them. This disruption in the status quo has been good, but it is not without its growing pains. There are enlightened men, those who grasp and understand the submissive nature, and there are men who are afraid of it. Those who are afraid of it shame, those who are free in their submissive nature, and there resides the conflict. This constant battle between shame and freedom doesn’t just exist in your homes or on the internet. This dissonance also exists in your own mind. I don’t want you to feel this conflict anymore. I want to help free you of this battle. So, go down with me. There’s no shame here anymore.

My first shoot with Laura Dark was a simple classic pinup set. With victory rolls in my hair and a traditional lingerie/corset/stockings outfit, I look incredibly vintage!

You say that you want to be my favorite slave? Well, there’s a long way to go before you ever reach that level. You see, many of my slaves exist on the bottom tier. The bottom feeders. They’ll occasionally buy a video or send a tribute and jerk off to my videos. But you want to be more than that, don’t you? You want to serve me for real. You want to kneel at my feet and kiss my boots. You want to be a servant for life, don’t you? There are many steps you need to take to get from the bottom to the top. Let’s talk about what you can do to get to that top tier.

Welcome to The Room. It was so wise of you to choose this program. You know as well as I that we all need an escape from reality. This is why The Room exists. Here you’ve plugged your consciousness into this alternate state of reality. Nothing you see here is, strictly speaking, real. Your mind makes it real. Your mind created these walls and I within them. Your body lays cold and discarded in a chamber, but here your mind can experience all sorts of things. You can be a different “you”. You can live out your greatest fantasies. Come, let me guide you.

Little, tiny, slave. We’ve been through this before. You’re just so small. I mean I’m 5’5” and I still tower over you. I don’t even know what tasks I can give to someone of your height. You can’t reach any of the shelves, you can’t clean any of the mirrors, you can’t even properly put things away without a milk crate to stand on. Lucky for you, I have a job lined up for someone of your size. You see, you’re going to be my little toilet slave. You’re just the right height where I can squat down and drop a load right into your mouth. What’s fun about my waste is that the more you consume it, the smaller you’ll get. Every time you act as my toilet slave, you’ll just get smaller and smaller. This is truly the role you deserve, you squirt.

Hello Sir. Yes, I’ve settled all of your appointments for the week and I’ve organized your mail. That’s not why I’m here in your office. You see, I’d like a raise. I think I do an awful lot of work around here and I’m feeling frustrated that you don’t seem to appreciate me. This isn’t an ask. This isn’t a negotiation. You see, I know you stare at me every day. You try to peek up my skirt. You “innocently” brush up against my stockings. I could go to HR right now and ruin your career if I wanted to with how heavily you’ve been sexually appropriating me. You’re entranced by me. Even now as I’m taking off my skirt, you have no power to stop me. You may be the “manager” but I’m the boss around here. I should be compensated as such.

My beauty is astounding. Not even glittering jewels with thousands of dollars can surpass the natural beauty and power I hold. They sparkle and catch the light, but it is my vivacious curves and demanding gaze that catch your eye. Jewels are nothing compared to me.

Featuring Dr Revel Belle! ((a)DrRevelBelle on Twitter) You’ve been married for a few years now. You snagged yourself a nice, hot, youthful bride. Things have been going great, haven’t they? Well, except for in the bedroom. You’ve noticed her disinterest in your tiny cock as time went by. She’s been less and less willing to fuck you at all. Especially after she met her new friend Snow. Now you know why. You see, they’ve been in a lesbian relationship now, without you of course. Your tiny cock just isn’t good enough to fuck your wife. Snow makes her cum like no one ever has. It’s disappointing for sure, but this is the type of humiliation you deserve for having such a pathetic dick.

You’d give anything to be able to worship my boots, legs and feet, wouldn’t you? You obsess about them. You think about them all the time. You imagine yourself stroking the warm leather of my boots and kissing my feet in in stockings. But you’ll never get anything real. No matter your obsession you’ll still just be over there, imagining what it would be like. This obsession takes you. You can’t even get a real woman because you’re so obsessed with my feet and legs. It’s taken over your mind. But that’s okay. As my beautiful body takes up the screen, you’re going to use a fleshlight to get off. Your obsession is so deep in your mind you even feel yourself floating off into trance a little bit. So go ahead, jerk into that fleshlight. Tranced up foot slaves don’t deserve real pussy anyways.

I love having you explore your own ass for me. I love watching you fully embrace how pleasurable it can be to probe the insides of your own ass. I don’t think you’ve really gone far enough in your exploration of ass play. I think you could go further. I think you could handle a nice, long, ass fuck for me. You just need to teach your slutty hole how to really take my cock. Let’s condition your ass today. I want you to be ready to take my cock someday.

Late for class? Guess it's detention for you! My purple and black latex teacher's outfit definitely inspires classroom obedience.

“Oh good, it looks like you’re awake. We’ve been at this for quite some time, now haven’t we?” You’ve been down here for weeks with the nurse, enduring experiment after experiment. Unfortunately, she hasn’t quite seen the results she wants to see. You’re still not functioning as an optimal member of society. “I’m beginning to think there’s not much use for you at all. But I think I have one last idea. Something to salvage who you are and make you into someone much better.” She picks up her tools again. “Yes, I don’t think you function properly as a straight man. You’d much better serve society as a cocksucking slut. I think I know just the procedure to use.” She lifts a mask to your face, and you feel the world get blurry as you slide down. “You’ll be all better when you wake, I promise.”