White Sock Weakness

No plans tonight? Sitting home all alone with nothing to do and no one to talk to? I have the perfect cure for your loneliness.

Edge for me.

The pleasure will soon wash that feeling away as you get lost in your Goddess.

I think this might just be the solution to the male loneliness epidemic! But I don't mean that jerking off to porn is the answer.

Dedicating yourself to servitude is the path that will give you purpose, then Goddess will always be with you, keeping you company, making you feel good, so you will never have to be lonely again.

You have a purpose. One that runs deep in your veins, craving its fulfilment, ever compelled to go further. This purpose is servitude.

Relax into my enchanting spell as I guide you to embrace your mission. Breathe deeply. Become soft and heavy.

Stroke and soak my words into your subconscious, a divine message absorbed into your being. Worship your Goddess.

Go deeper. Every snap of my fingers takes you to another level of obedience and ecstasy. You are my good boy. Goddess knows best for you.

Wear headphones to experience the full sensual programming.

Your obsession with me runs deeper than anything you've ever experienced before. You're in love.

You love many things about me, from my beautiful smile to my perfect ass. But my body w**** in latex triggers a powerful chemical reaction in your brain. An addictive hit of dopamine making you crave more.

Love makes us do crazy things. Do you realise the power that I hold over you?

You're completely captivated by my ebony, rubber skin, by my eyes staring into your soul. You can't get away and you can't resist. Gooning only pushes you further and further into my embrace but it feels too good to stop.

Say that you love me. Say that you need me. You need my latex.

You were born this way, with a biological predisposition to enjoy doing what you're told. It feels like second nature to follow my instructions. Your brain lights of with pleasure when I praise you as my good boy for your obedience.

It's addictive to you. The structure that my control gives you brings you purpose. I will make sure your wires never get crossed. You were meant to be my pump slave, gooning and worshipping for me.

I love countdowns. I feel so sinfully in control as I slowly, deliciously count a man down to his orgasm, knowing that every second is an immense battle for him to contain all that cum from erupting.

Countdowns are such a head fuck and I love to fuck with your head. Even when you know you don't have permission to cum at the end, it's like your beta brain is tricked into thinking it will, through that triggering sequence of descending numbers, bringing you dangerously close to the edge.

Can you hold on through all these countdowns? Of course, there'll be a punishment if you fail...

He's a little treat for you: some beta appropriate tit worship.

See the outline of my nipples poking through my shirt. You're used to just checking out women with their clothes on, aren't you? Since no one ever gets topless in front of you.

That kind of beautiful sight isn't for you. You don't deserve it with that inadequate thing between your legs and you couldn't handle it anyway.

Most guys would be drawn to my ass in these denim shorts or my tits in this tight crop top. But for you, there's something else catching your eye.

My feet in this little, white socks. They are rather adorable and ever so sexy.

I'm bratty as I show them off. I peel one off my foot for you to stroke with. I bet if I stuck the other one under your nose, you'd just cum instantly. Putting it to the test, I wave it in your face and giggle as you explode.

Get on your knees, pucker your lips and kiss my shiny ass.

It's gleaming with sheer perfection! Getting to worship it is an absolute privilege for you.

Good boys get to worship. But bad boys will be punished. I'll tell you exactly how I would punish you for being naughty in between making you kiss this gorgeous ass.

Soo obsessed.

Like a hall of mirrors, my reflection bounces off every surface in your mind. Everywhere you turn, Goddess is expecting you.

You can't escape, nor do you want to. You are consumed by thoughts of my beauty and fantasies of my dominance.

Resisting will only further eroticize the turmoil of your addiction. Surrender to your Goddess obsession.

You're going to be locked and straining today, edge slut, as I make you use a vibrator on your cage.

You're only allowed to switch yours on when mine is buzzing away.

This is going to make you ache with frustration! There'll be a punishment if you have a ruined orgasm in your cage.

Today is my birthday! I’m feeling generous and I want to celebrate. You’ve been such a good boy and you’ve spoiled me so lovingly, so I want to give something back.

It turns you on to please me and you’ve been going above and beyond this month to make sure I get whatever I want. Every time you get to see my pleasure and happiness, it makes you melt.

I’ve kept you desperate and denied for so long. Of course, you’re a better slave when you’re denied, but eventually I have to reward you for being so well behaved, right?

So it’s time for a little birthday orgasm. Would you like that, pet?

*Send a tribute to spoil me for my birthday!*

Today's the day! I'm finally letting you cum.

Don't you want to savour this treat all day, anticipating your imminent explosion with full balls?

You're going to have the most amazing release later... unless I crack you now...

But you should be a good boy and challenge yourself to wait just a little longer for me... although it would feel incredible to just jerk as hard as you can until you blow...

Will you wait or will I drive you over the edge NOW?