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Locktober 2022

It’s never too late to join in the fun of locktober. The goal generally is 31 days of chastity, but lockup details from person to person has as much variety as there are possible devices to keep one locked in lust. Which means there no excuse for you not to try. Whether it’s on your own, a contract with a Domme, or your wife or girlfriend – I challenge you to try locktober for a week! I know you’ll love the results of a locked teased and strained dick. I certainly do. 💋

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Nylon Foot Domme

When I am dressed in nylons and heels you can’t hold your arousal. Fall to your knees and worship My nylon feet with sexy red polish. Kiss them gently. Show Me you have the willpower to give up control, and I will watch as your basic animal tendencies fuel you to want to touch yourself. The longer I deny you the stronger that feeling grows… until maybe I’ll let you touch your pathetic horny dick for a minute or two… just to make it worse.

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Sunday Check-ins

It’s Sunday. That means it’s time for your check-in, pet. I want to see pictures of those tight cages, full balls, leaky tips, and all your devotion to your Goddess in My DMs today.

FemDom Coach check-in

Starting weight
Current weight
Diet report (were you good/ok/bad) including cheat day
Total hrs of strength training (weight lifting/bodyweight)
Total hours and type of resilience training (cardio/hiit)
Worship hrs (weekly stroking & straining)
Tribute sent | Debt added (weekly totals)

Let this be a ritual. I want you to report for the past week every Sunday.

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I Put him To Work, Chaste

The only option you have chaste pet is following My cruel demands. I know what’s best for you, and you want to stay in My favour. So you will work for Me.

It has been weeks since your last release. Days of edging. Nights of encouraged erections. Still nothing more than a bit of ruin leakage to clear the pipes. The ache is constant. I’m ever present in your mind.

I am not sure what you thought when you bought Me My new necklace for your keys, but after a few hours under My heels heels and smothered by My ass you admitted how badly you want to give Me your load.

So, I sent you to work today, on a Sunday; while I relax with your keys around My new sparkling necklace. When you get home you’ll bow in Obi with your payload in hand to kiss My heels and wait for instruction.

When that alarm rings in the morning you’ll rise. I know you’ll be erect following My orders as you dress and drive to work when you could be relaxing in bed. Serving a Superior Woman has been your life long dream and now it is reality. you wouldn’t change a thing. The ache keeps you ever ready, and your swollen balls are a badge of pride you wear everywhere you go.

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My Footstool

I search the room for My footstool in the dimly lit room. Light leaking in through the sheer curtain highlighting My form. A stool for My feet is what I need. For that I know you are ready and eager to comply.

Footstool needed for these beautiful red peep-toe heels to rest on. What a loser you are for Me. I cherish every second; almost as much as you do slave.
Footstool needed for these beautiful red peep-toe heels to rest on. What a loser you are for Me. I cherish every second; almost as much as you do slave.

“Come here pet,” you hear Me call from the living room. I have beckoned you. you crawl towards the direction My voice has come from, anxiously looking for Me. you see Me there, sitting on the couch; My summer dress moving in the faint breeze flowing through the room. My legs covered in a pair of sheer nylons, held up by a white lace garter. It’s My bright red peep-toe heels that really catch your attention. you sit there, like a dog, on all fours as you stare at My crossed legs… mesmerized by Me tapping My shoe in the air.

“Pet! Stop staring and come here now!” I say pointing at the ground beside My feet. you continue to crawl over on your hands and knees, looking up at Me. I lean over. Sliding My two fingers into the ring of your collar I pull; jerking you towards Me, almost knocking you off balance.

…. to be continued for subs only

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Anticipate

Everything I have in mind for you

Imagine… black slacks slowly sliding down tight hips towards immobile ankles, revealing a bright red band separating naked skin from My long nails.

Imagine… those nails pushing the elastic millimeters away from pale skin and dipping inside.

Imagine… the desperate aroused rise to meet ten insistent fingers and the rhythmic thrusting of those hungry hips.

Do not reply. Just read until I want a bit more from you.

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