Dumb Little Ass Slave

Do you think you're doing a good job staying away from me? That won't last long. You've been jerking to me for too long now, this addiction seems to be permanent. Let's do a test, shall we? Watch this clip and see if you can stop yourself from jerking to me. See if you can walk away from my gorgeous, nylon clad feet. Will I even have to try to get you to cave? Show me how strong you are. Show me how you can resist my nylons. Maybe you'll surprise us both?

So you don't like my style, huh? I've upset you, poor thing. Every time you talk to me, I call you stupid. When you pop up out of the blue, I tell you to pay me. You don't like this at all. You want me to be nice. You want me to trConsume you like the paying customer you are, at the very least like a human being! Well, did you ever consider that you ARE stupid? Did you ever consider that there is no reason for me to talk to you unless you're paying? Do you realize I don't have to be here at all and it's a privilege for you to pay me and a blessing for me to acknowledge your lowly existence? If you have a problem with that, take it up with the HR department. Okay now let's HATE JERK IT OUT.... btw you might need this: https://t.co/nFMgmqHna6 and this: https://twitter.com/JessurGoddess/status/1120527114099396609

Oh Husband, you'll be begging me to end you in a few minutes. I've spent our entire relationship studying you and learning what makes you weak. I've finally found the most perfect and ultimately fatal combination. My voice and my nylon adorned feet. When you cum, it will be over. This orgasm will be so powerful that once it's over, you will cease to exist. You won't care, you'll be too horny to stop me. Once I'm finished with you I'm going straight to your little boy... What a productive night I will have!

Worship and honor my very existence. Thank every finger and toe while you stroke for me, further conditioning yourself to crave me on a daily basis. Don't forget the golden rule! You please ME before you please YOURSELF!

I own a company and my business model is simple. Hire men to work for me for free while I go on vacation or lay in bed 'til noon. Easy! I'm already a millionairess but still working hard at hiring men! After reading your resume I find out that you own a very successful company and I suggest our companies merge. That way you can run your company but it will still be mine and I'll have all the money! SEE? I am so smart! That's why I'm a millionairess. I have men working for me all over the globe, making me mountains of ca$h and guess what, they they all love it because they've fallen into the same spell you have. Face it, I am so irresistible that you can't help but fall victim, you'll do anything I say, hand over your company on a silver platter, worship at my feet, become my slave and sacrifice your life to me so I can have everything I've ever wanted. Say goodbye to your company, dignity, and life. (Oh, and you're hired, welcome)

I catch you in a spare bedroom at a party, you slipped in to make a phone call to your basic bitch girlfriend like the pussy whipped little wimp that you are. I can't belive she let you stay at a party without her.... with me there! She's obviously insanely jealous and insecure about me. She knows you used to follow me around like a puppy dog and let's face it, I'm at least twice as hot as her. You resist at first, try to shy away from me and be a good, noble boyfriend. I'm not buying it. Drop to your knees, I know she's not indulging that foot fetish of yours and you've been staring at my feet. Lick the bottoms of my nasty "going out" heels. That's right. Now jerk it for me! You are shaking with fear and lust, I am soaking it all up. Look at the power I have over you. Now give me your phone... I'm going to break up with her for you. Do you think you'll really still want that grade B pussy when she's popped 3 tiny humans out of it and stops shaving or giving a fuck about what she looks like? You need to think ahead and you don't, but that's why you have me. Now what's your unlock code? (still a super hot clip even if you don't have a foot/high heel fetish)

You don't ask for much, do you? You mostly linger quietly in the shadows, watching my social media, buying clips here and there, sending small tributes every once in a while. But look at you now, in a moment of clarity you decided it was in your best interest to order a custom clip and have me speak to you directly. You are itching to see what it feels like to have me talk to you directly. This is all you ever wanted, right? To be kneeling here in front of me, jerking your little cock, following my orders, being my good, good boy. I turn so many fans into slaves. How did you think you would be impervious to my power and seduction? You should be proud, look how far you've come. You're here now. It is so easy to just pluck you up and claim you as mine. You weren't cut out to say "no." You bend over for powerful women. Edge to my perfection like a good little pet and realize all you ever wanted was to be owned by me.

You're going to do it anyway, you know? You're going to watch clip after clip after clip and jerk the night away. I want to help. I want to pick out the clips and guide you through them. I want you to come back to me always for encouragement and support. In this instructional video, I will let you know which clips I want you to line up for your little frenzy. Some of them will get you all excited and jerking, others will leave your genitals banged up and bruised, some will leave your fragile, virgin male ego bruised, and by the end, I will make sure you Consume your own load to really drive home how much of a little bitch you are.

Someone recently bought a worn pair of my pantyhose along with a custom clip. Here is that clip. By now he's received the pantyhose and is enjoying the overwhelmingly euphoric combination of my scent and my JOI instructions. (No names are used in this clip)

How did this happen to you? You just had an innocent little foot fetish and now all you think about 24/7 is giant cocks and what they do to me. I think the trauma of living with a shrimp for a dick is really getting to you. I guess the only way for you to live with the grim reality that pretty much any man walking around is packing more than you... is to fetishize it. You've gone so overboard with it though. You can't focus at work. You can't think straight. All you think about is huge cocks. Well, I guess we have ONE thing in common...

You scold the new girl for taking it upon herself to give herself and extra few hours of lunch time to go shopping. "What does it matter" she shoots back dismissively. Turns out she was shopping for lingerie, wanna see? She thought you did, that's why she put it on at the store. Maybe if you saw it you would agree that the extra time she used isn't a big deal. Do you think if you obediently jerked off onto the floor while she laughed and moaned to tease you while you kneel like a slave.... makes HER the boss? Yeah, she'd say so, and it's something you can both agree on.

You really are such a sad little creep. Day in and day out you just jerk your little dick to women's legs. Today is no different. Thank me for throwing you a bone and showing you my legs at all. If you want to see them again just remember, losers pay.