Hello there. Welcome to my clinic. Thank you for agreeing to be part of my study. I believe this compound we've developed will assist many people in curing their sexual deviancy. This compound explicitly targets incels, so we chose you for the study. Side effects have been tested so far to be minimal. But with the violence and anger the incel deviants have caused over the years, we think some side effects are worth the greater good. Now I'm going to administer the compound. I think after this treatment you'll feel much better. Ready?

Look here. My new personal servant has arrived. The old one simply didn't measure up. That's why you're here. You're going to be my new gold polisher, shoe shiner, foot massager, whipping boy, and whatever else I can dream up for you to do. As your Queen, I deserve to be doted on at every moment. You better get used to having your knees and nose on the floor at all times. I never want you to be at a higher level than me. I want you bowing and scraping at every moment. If you mess up or make a mistake, there will be no forgiveness. You don't want to end up like the last personal slave, do you? I'd hate to have to bury you in the garden like the last mistake.

Featuring Domina Helena Locke Oh, look what we have here—our newest foot slave. We've completed your interview, and I'm not sure you'll be the right fit for our needs. You seem so easily distracted by our feet. You seem eager to serve both of us, but how are you going to serve us both at the same time? You only have one mouth, after all. I guess we could compromise. While you're cleaning one set of feet with your mouth, the other Goddess will punish your cock and balls! I like this compromise. Get on your knees, foot slut. If you want these glorious feet in your mouth, you must pay for them with your balls.

Let's be real here. It's been a long time since you were a "real man." I bet you can't remember the last time you thought of yourself this way. You've been my little gooner for a long time now. Admit it. There is no greater pleasure than gooning over and over again to my visage. You don't even consider other forms of sexual expression anymore. You just want to be blank, mindless, and jerking. That's how I like you anyways. You overcomplicate yourself when you try to think. All that matters is jerking, gooning, and sending me proper tribute. That's all I want you to worry about because that's all you're meant to do.

I get so many beta, submissive guys begging to serve me. It's so easy to grab them and wring them out one by one. But I like a challenge. I saw on your social media profiles that you label yourself an "Alpha". How quaint. You weren't that hard to take over for an Alpha, you know. Now you're bound in my dungeon. I think I'm going to keep you as mine forever. I've got enough tools at my disposal to keep you contained and pliant. I'm going to keep you locked in chastity 24/7. If you make eye contact with me or speak without permission, you'll have to deal with my cane and paddle. How does that sound? You thought you were Alpha before. When I'm done with you, you'll be another groveling slave.

Featuring Mistress Tess and Domina Helena Locke! Look at what we have here. This bitch is overdue for some punishment. Unfortunately, he's not getting a regular caning today. He will go into the yard and pick his switch. He'll get to choose the instrument of his pain, but we get to choose the method. We're going to take turns making this bitch scream for our pleasure. No one will come to save him out here on our private property. He's got three devious dommes to apologize to. That apology comes in the form of hot red stripes. Can he handle his punishment? I sure hope so. I'd hate to have to leave him out in the garden with the other fertilizer.

Men truly underrate the prostate. It's the perfect little pleasure button that most men are too afraid to explore. Well, we're going to explore your prostate today. I know you might be nervous, so I want you to grab whatever substance you use to relax. Take a sip or a toke and come with me to find new heights of pleasure. Explore that little button inside of your ass and cum like you've never cum before. I can see you're eager to try. You just need that little push. That's why I'm here.

You're already so shrimpy. You have to be my shortest slave. You're not good for anything other than being thrown around. But you could be shorter. I think I would like you better if you were shorter. So I've been working with a nutritionist to make you a very special diet and exercise regimen. You will follow this new diet and exercise plan to shrink you down. You're going to be eating all veggies and no protein. I want your muscles to flatten and waste away. I hope you like cardio because you'll also be doing a lot of that. You'll be losing weight and bone mass until you start to shrink smaller and smaller. I'll be able to just pick you up and toss you across the room. Won't that be fun? I think so.

Featuring Mistress Ezada Sinn, Mistress Tess, and Domina Helena Locke Isn't there something so luxurious about a woman with a cigarette artfully dangling from her lips? Especially when there's a willing slave or three to be dutiful little ashtrays. Mistress Ezada Sinn, Mistress Tess, Domina Helena Locke, and I are going to have a nice relaxing smoke on the patio. At the same time, our human ashtrays follow us around, just waiting for the opportunity to swallow our ashes. Goddesses like us shouldn't have to worry about a thing like cigarette ashes. That's what we have slaves for.

I've been searching all over the world for some particular items. Divine Relics of The Goddess. The legend says that if one wears every Divine Relic of The Goddess, they'll become a God. I lucked out and found the Arm Cuff and the Leather Gloves of The Goddess. Then came the Corset of the Goddess and the Necklace of the Goddess. Now there's only one left. One more item, and I'll complete my transformation. The Enchanted Boots of The Goddess were tracked here to your home. I've come to claim them and claim my destiny. Once I've donned all of The Relics of The Goddess, you'll become enraptured by my beauty and power. Maybe I'll let you witness my rise to power as I take my final form. There's nothing that can stop me once I obtain those boots.

Welcome to the Government Vasectomy Center, Number 312. It's your lucky day! With the state of pregnancy politics in this country, the government decided that legislation on women's bodies was too much. It takes a lot of money to control unwanted pregnancies by controlling women's bodies. It was decided it would be easier to make vasectomies mandatory instead. It's so much easier to snip a little tube above your testes than it is to do a complete tubal ligation. Don't worry. You can still have offspring someday. When your future wife decides it's time to procreate, you can bring her in, and we can get her permission to have your vasectomy reversed. Ready? No? Well, too bad. Your swimmers are about to be floaters.

Having you down there on the floor is where you belong. I like to see you down there, groveling at my feet. It's so easy for me to stick my foot in your face and make you clean the bottoms of my heels. You should never be above the level of my knee. I want you to see all of me at my full height—powerful, oppressing, dominant. Stay down there. I don't want you to get up. I want you to do all of your worshipping from now on as close to the ground as possible.

You're addicted to serving me. You don't need me to yell at you or berate you. All you need to follow my commands is a whisper. A soft exhalation of air from beautiful red lips is all you need to fall deep into submission. My whispers dance along your brain. The sound of my voice makes your hair stand up on end, and your cock stand at attention. It's easy for me to pull you deep and whisper into your ear. You're my toy. You're my pet. You're my slave for life.