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Here is your opportunity to crawl inside my private chambers where I indulge my personal fetishes and use slave-bois for my amusement. I don’t use scripts or paid models. The slaves in my videos actually belong to me and the scenes are actually activities that I enjoy in my personal life.- Exclusive Original Content
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My Fetishes Part 1
Buy membershipWhat… do you think I wear custom made thigh high platform leather boots, soft opera length lambskin gloves, tightly cinched corsets , and sheer hosiery for you to look at? Nope! I do it for me, because I love they way they make me feel. The extra power I get to completely control all of you little slithering man-worms is merely an added benefit. Among my all time favorite fetishes are military style hats and gas masks. Pairing them together with gloves, boots and corsets is other worldly. Top that off with one of my playthings on the floor under my boots and wearing its gas mask too, and it could be a very long and exciting evening. My toy gets so hard I just have to shove my nail down its pee hole followed by a long thick steel sound. I love watching it squirm when it thinks about getting close to all my favorite fetishes. That's entirely up to me, of course.
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Cleaned
Buy membershipIt should go without saying that I expect my things to be clean at all times, inside and out. Its fuck-hole needs to be ready, willing and able at all times to take whatever I might decide to shove up there without making a mess. I enjoy administering enemas for another reason as well — so it knows that there is no part of it that can escape my control. Once I've taken its dignity, injecting ice cold water through its bowels will certainly give it a deep sense of being owned. Even better when it starts to cramp up and has to beg me for permission to crawl to the toilet to release.
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Shaved
Buy membershipIt's really so amusing that you little bitch bois profess how much you want to be a “slave” to a dominant female, yet you still desperately try to cling to your pride and dignity. Well guess what, slut? Those things are mine… just like that little thing between your legs is mine and whatever you've got sandwiched between your ears is mine. I left my boi hooded and cuffed for a long time so it could think about how grateful it is to be under my boot heels before I returned to buzz off its hair. I know how fond it was of those locks, but I don't care. It's not like anyone is looking at it, after all… they're looking at me and my gorgeous long dark hair! Best to keep my bitches more utilitarian anyway. There's really no reason it should be spending any money on haircuts when it can be buying me nylons.
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Slave Driver Part 1
Buy membershipI am a lifestyle Female Dominant, as you may already know, so having my boots licked cleaned by slave tongue is not something reserved just for “playtime” in the dungeon. This lucky little slut worked very hard to become my favorite pet and now it gets to drive me around, carry my things, open my door and lick the dirt from my boot soles whenever I snap my fingers on a daily basis. Yeah, I know… there's a video camera there and all that, but this is what an afternoon as one of my sole lapping servants might be like. Part 1 of 3.
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Ball Chain
Buy membershipThis little slut has been so desperate to get near my bare feet I decided to see just how bad it wanted to taste them. I hooked its harnessed balls up to a heavy chain just long enough so it could lick my feet, but not long enough so it could do that without straining its ball sack. If it wanted to taste them bad enough, it would have to work for it! Delightful to see how much it struggled just to get a whiff of my damp stocking feet or get half my foot shoved down its throat. So entertaining, for me anyway. I'm sure you'll be entertained as well… or perhaps you want to be the next foot slut at the end of my heavy chain?
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Slave Inspection
Buy membershipI insist that my potential property be fit, clean, very obedient and pleasing to my eyes, especially when hooded, collared and corseted. That's how I like to keep most of my slaves. It's important to let them know their place right from the start so a thorough inspection is always in order. Here's a look at what some of that process might be like. This slut learns how to greet me properly, how to address me, to remain on its knees and gets its pussy examined before being locked up. Once mine, that thing between its legs belongs to me. It must learn that it no longer decides how, when or why it gets used; only that it exists to please me.
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Slave Training
Buy membershipI just love all these self serving, out of shape male half-wits that think they can just stop by when they feel like it and have me entertain their fetish fantasies. Oh, did you bring a little check list of things you expect me to do? Let's get one thing straight, maggot… you're here to serve and entertain me, not the other way around. Do you really think I want to look at your sweaty belly fat rolls jiggling about while your flabby tongue licks the dirt off my boot soles? Nope! If I think you've got any potential to serve me, however, I might just entertain the thought of training you… properly. That means a very strict diet, daily exhausting exercise and total behavior modification. I'll enjoy breaking you down until you're nothing more than a pile of quivering man flab and re-building you as my perfect slave. When I say jump, you don't even ask how high… you just fucking jump. If it's not high enough I'll cane your fat ass until it bleeds and make you jump again. Here's what a typical morning might be like for you. Welcome to my boot camp, bitch. Now get down and give me 50!
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Put Away
Buy membershipI love getting dressed up and going out for a fun evening. It's even better when I know there's a caged slut locked up in my dungeon quietly suffering while it waits for hours to hear the click of my heels again. Watch while I dress my bitch for bedtime in tightly laced ballet heels, shoe locks, a butt plug harness, a cock and ball harness, bondage mitts, a posture collar, an eyeless hood and a ball gag head-cage before shoving it into my cramped steel confines. I was out until the sun was just coming up, but guess what? That little slut was right where I left it when I got home!