Oh look, it’s the clever James Bond. Not feeling so clever now, are you? I’ve neutralized all of your fellow agents and now you’re the only one left. You can’t possibly think you can take me on. After all, I’m over 7 feet tall! You’re such a little shrimp compared to me. I can see from the bulge in your pants that you love it. You love looking up at a taller woman. You love being only chest height to a dominant, powerful woman. I can just pick you up with one hand and your little feet will just dangle off the ground. There’s no point in fighting back, Mr. Bond. I’ve got you right where I want you.

Citizens of the world. It is I, your Queen. I’ve come to address you as the new ruler of this world. There’s going to be lots of changes around here. You’ve all let this world go to war and ruin and I’m here to put an end to it all. I am your supreme ruler and with my army of slaves, I’m going to impart my will upon the world. What is that will? I’ve decided that you’re all going to be my slaves. I’ve collected the people I think are worthy and we’re going to rule over all of you while you work and toil. I and my inner circle will be spoiled and powerful while everyone else will have to slave away at our feet. This is the new world order. Get used to it, bitch.

You’re a journalist here at the Snow Institute for Behavioral Reform to interview Dr. Snow about her interesting practice. You’ve heard this Dr. Snow can take even the worst of juvenile offenders and reform them to be well adjusted members of society. But how does she do it? That’s what you’re here to find out. As you sit in her office, you can see she has an air of authority and confidence about her that’s striking. As she speaks you can feel your heart lodged in your throat in your pants growing tighter with each sentence that spills from her beautiful lips. She notices this change in you and gives you a smile. “Do you want to know firsthand how I reform troubled individuals?” Your mouth is dry, but you manage a swift nod. You want to know. She begins speaking to you in a low soft tone and you can’t take your eyes away from her. She raises a hand and snaps her fingers, and all thoughts of the interview are gone. Your mind is hers now.

I do love silk and satin. There’s something about a tight-fitting satin skirt and loose, billowing silk blouse that really gets me going. I love the feeling of this fabric on my skin. I know you imagine reaching out a hand and stroking that soft, warm fabric. I love how the light bounces off the shiny silk and highlights all of my dangerous curves. Do you want to come a little closer? Get on your knees, my pet. I’ll let you get within inches of my satin clad ass.

60 MINUTE CUSTOM VIDEO COMPILATION! I do love receiving custom video requests. It pleases me to take your most devious fantasies only to twist and bend them in my own special way. I’ve been doing custom videos for years. It really helps me to delve into your depraved little minds. Through custom videos, I’ve learned what makes boys tick. I’ve learned what makes their cocks hard and their breath quicken. I want to give you a taste of the kind of custom videos I normally produce. I’ve compiled a list of 30 of my most recent custom videos, just to give you a little sampling. Some of these videos have heavy roleplay themes like executrix, giantess, stepmom and trance. Others have specific fetishes in mind like ass worship, foot worship, findom, latex, and humiliation. There’s really no way you can go wrong with this compilation. There’s something to seduce and tantalize every kind of fetishist here. I’ve even made it discounted so you can see the power I wield in bringing these fantasies to life. Before this video is done, you’ll be concocting in your mind all of the fantasies you want to see me perform for you. Are you brave enough to send me your deepest desires? I sure hope so.

Why in the world do you feel so groggy? The room is spinning, and you can’t tell where you are. You can’t move at all. The last thing you remember was… a date? Yeah, you were on a date. You were having a lovely date and this beautiful woman was about to take you back to her apartment. But that’s where the memories stop, and the current predicament begins. She walks up to you. You’re in a basement of some kind. You try to lift your hands, but you find you cannot. “Oh good, you’re awake.” Your heart starts pounding in your chest and there’s a stirring in your cock. “Wasn’t that a nice date?” She smiles slyly, like the cat that got the cream. “Oh, did you think I was taking you back to my place to fuck you? Certainly not. I will, however, be harvesting your cum in a vastly different way. She pulls a set of vials from a freezer. She has a tray with funnels and lubricant at her side. “You are going to be lucky enough to be the latest in a series of men that have all donated their cum to my exploits. I like to take unsuspecting boys on dates and then harvest their cum for any number of uses.” She places a gloved hand on your cock, and you find you’re rock hard. “Oh good. That little pill I gave you earlier seems to be doing its job.” She squeezes your cock and in a mixture of fear and arousal you let out a small whimper. She smiles again. “Let’s see how much boy batter I can get out of you. Then we can discuss exactly how I’ll use it.”

You’re not usually one for theatrics. You don’t believe in magic, really. But something about the woman in the stall at the marketplace caught your eye and you decided to sit with her. She was beautiful for sure, but there was an energy about her you couldn’t explain. She asks you what you want most. You mind wanders to a woman you know. A love you wish was yours. You didn’t say anything aloud but the woman in the red dress knew just from looking at you. She says she can help you. With a little coin in her hand she could make this woman desire you. Without really knowing why, you give her the money. She begins to speak to otherworldly beings. She puts together a drink in a golden chalice and bids you to drink it. The world goes hazy around the edges as you feel something flowing through you. Your cock gets hard. She smiles, but it’s too late for you. What kind of a woman would she be if she used her powers to fulfill your desires before her own? No woman at all, really. Now you’re under her spell and there’s no escape.

Black Widow has taken another contract. She’s set her sights on a beautiful athletic woman and she’s been paid to bring her to her end. But Black Widow is going to have her fun first. She’s going to seduce her and bring her back to her bed under the guise of giving her a night of pleasure. Black Widow picks out a strap-on and instructs the woman to lay down. As the two women begin fucking, Black Widow pulls out something from under the bed. A compressed air can? The woman is confused. Black Widow calms her, explaining that the air is just meant to heighten the experience. One puff. Two Puffs. The world goes hazy as Black Widow fucks her prey. She won’t make it out of this one alive.

I’ve been quite pleased with how much of a little slut you’ve been for me in the past. My little stroking goon. You’ve jerked off for me in the past, but this time I’m not going to make it so easy. You’re not just going to get to blow your load for me at any time. This time you’ll have to edge for me. I want you to bring yourself right to the point of bursting and then remove your hand. I want you to want to cum so badly that your cock twitches and your balls ache. It’s no fun if you blow your load too quickly. I want this to be wonderful suffering on your part.

Featuring Dr Revel Bell! (a)TheDivinatrix The good Dr Revel Belle and I have another pain slut ready to play. He’s got a whole slew of punishments waiting for him but first, he has to be warmed up. With two skillful dommes such as us, it’ll be an easy task. One after the other, we’re going to subject his bare ass to the floggers. Slapping noises and little moans ring through the air. This is just the beginning for our little pain slut.

I know your weakness. Your weakness is understandable. Your weakness is my tits. You’re entranced by the round shape of my breasts. You find yourself at every turn pulled into the depths of my cleavage. Even when you don’t realize you’re staring at my tits, you can’t take your eyes off them. I enjoy exploiting this weakness of yours. I enjoy watching the drool slip out of your mouth as you sit still and enamored by my beautiful breasts. Stare at my tits and breathe deep. I want you to go down for me.

Hello submissive boy. I know you like to worship beautiful women and relinquish control. You love being down on the ground at a beautiful woman’s feet, worshipping her soles. You love the way her arches wrinkle and the way her toes flex. But this is Domina Snow. Here no pleasure is earned without pain. You’re not much of a pain slut though, are you? A single spanking sets you running and yelping no matter how soft it is. That’s fine. All rewards don’t have to earned through pain. Sometimes the tickle of a well-placed finger can be as dominating as a cane or whip. If you want to worship these toes, you’re going to have to earn it.

You’ve met many people in your life. Being a priest, you’ve seen over entire congregations. But you’ve never met a woman like her before. She called you early in the morning. She asked if you could make a special house call. She was in some situation with the police and needed to make a confession, but she could not leave her hotel. You arrived to receive her confession and were shocked at how beautiful and vulnerable she looked. She kneeled before you to make her confession and something in your loins stirred. You’re a man of the cloth, but certainly not blind. She confessed to slipping her wicked husband poison in his tea. As she laid out her motives before you, your pants tightened even more. Such a beautiful flower with such dangerous thorns. You were entranced by her. She reached out a hand and touched your leg. Her palms felt hot as hellfire and all thoughts of divinity and chastity left your mind. How would this beauty survive in prison? You couldn’t possibly let her be taken by the police. “Will you help me, Padre?” Her ruby red lips drift into a smile. Of course, you would.

What makes my pussy such a magnet for pathetic little submissives like you? Is it the fact that you know you’re never going to touch it. You’re never going to taste it. You’ll probably never even smell it. And yet every time I wear something stringy, I can see your eyes wander and your cock harden. You’re so pathetic, you’d drink the golden nectar from my pussy just to get a glimpse. Am I right? Of course, I’m right. You’d do anything to get close.

Let’s talk about Desiderata. Desiderata is a poem from the 1920’s that spoke of things desired. Sort of a mantra for life and the things most wanted by people. Though the sentiment of this poem holds true for many people, it lacks something very specific that I know you desire. You desire me. You want so badly to kneel at my feet and serve me for the rest of your days. You desire down to your core the touch of my hand, both in pain and pleasure. Desiderata has spoken to many people over generations. Finding the desires of their hearts and laying them out in pretty stanzas. It does not speak to you though, my pet. Desiderata does not mention my name at all. But you know, in your heart, the thing you desire most is me.

Your boss has called you into her office for a quick chat. You can tell immediately by her tone and posture that this is not going to end in your favor. You see, the big wigs at your company have really been pushing for your boss to be more ruthless. She’s a good boss, so there’s really no need, but she’s got her eye on that big corner office. She has a plan. You’re going to mess up the next big project and she’s going to save it. In the process she’s going to fire you and get that big promotion. What will you do? Well, you’ll be unemployed of course. But don’t worry. With her new promotion, she’s going to get a big, brand new house and guess who’s going to be the maid? Bingo, it’s you. Don’t be upset. You’ll like being a maid much more than some pencil pusher. If your acting is good, she might even let you worship her feet.

You’ve been strapped to this bed for, hours? Days? That woman harvested your genetic material and hasn’t been back since to let you free. She must have given you something because you’re still strapped to a table and hard as a rock. You hear a noise as she descends the stairs. She greets you and there’s an evil glint in those brown eyes. “Oh good! You’re up.” She dons her medical coat and grabs a clean jar from the medical cabinet. “I went ahead and took the liberty of testing your sperm. You’ve got some pretty special genetics. I noticed something quite unusual in your DNA and I’m going to need a lot more sample material.” She reaches over and gently grasps your aching cock. “I know you won’t hesitate to give me as much as I need. It’s not like you have a choice.”

Featuring Dr Revel Bell! (a)TheDivinatrix Now that our pain slut has been warmed up, it’s time to turn up the dial a bit. Strapped to the horse with nowhere to go, he’ll be subjected to our collection of canes. I do love a good cane. Whether their hard and unyielding or flexible and whippy, I love them all. He seems to love them too. Ad Revel and I go back and fourth on his bare ass you can see him squirm and moan. My dungeon is no place for sensitive boys. There is a pain tax here.