Goddess Gwen's Golden Heel Goon Loop & Wallet Rinse

What re you doing staring at stepmommy like that? look at yo, you are drooling! you cant even thin straight right now can you? You are just gooning like that over your own stepmommy?! let me guess, you're just thnikning about what stepmommy is wearing under her dress aren't you? I figured! You are such a perverted boy! I thought you were a big boy but now I see you are just a little boy and you need stepmommy to tell you exacly what to do! So you want to see what's under my dress? Are you going to be a good boy for stepmommy? hmm? Want a look? want to see what is under my dress? You perverted little freak! Stroke for my red lace bra and panties! Yes that's it be a good boy for stepmommy! mm feels good doesn't it?

Oh, sweet little gooner… did you really think I wouldn’t find out?  Every. Single. Search. ‘Sissy cock sucking’… ‘ bi captivate’… tch tch. Now, you have two choices: Pay me $500 to delete this… or, Prove you’re actually into it. Guess which one I want? First, let’s ruin that straight boy act. Stroke that pathetic dick to my voice… but only when I say ‘good boy.’ Slow… desperate… like the cock-crazed slut you are. Oops. You just got hard from obeying. That’s your first blackmail clip.  ‘Look at you throbbing for stepMommy’s permission! Should I send this to your gym buddies? …Maybe to the girl you like?  (Grabs dildo) Now, deeper. Imagine this is a real cock. The kind you’ll beg for once I’m done with you. Open wide… Good boy. See? You love this. I’ll even tag you in my next sissy train video… unless you tribute $1,000 right. Now. Too late. Edge for 30 minutes. Cum only if you moan ‘stepDaddy’s cum tastes better.’ Then? Screen record this video and send it to another ‘straight’ gooner. Your turn to blackmail fantasy.  Oh, sweet little gooner… did you really think I wouldn’t find out?  Every. Single. Search. ‘Sissy cock sucking’… ‘ bi captivate’… tch tch. Now, you have two choices: Pay me $500 to delete this… or    Prove you’re actually into it. Guess which one I want? First, let’s ruin that straight boy act. Stroke that pathetic dick to my voice… but only when I say ‘good boy.’ Slow… desperate… like the cock-crazed slut you are. Oops. You just got hard from obeying. That’s your first blackmail clip.  ‘Look at you throbbing for stepMommy’s permission! Should I send this to your gym buddies? …Maybe to the girl you like? Grabs dildo) Now, deeper. Imagine this is a real cock. The kind you’ll beg for once I’m done with you. Open wide… Good boy. See? You love this. I’ll even tag you in my next sissy train video… unless you tribute $1,000 right. Now. Too late. Edge for 30 minutes. Cum only if you moan ‘step-Dady’s cum tastes better.’ Then? Screen record this video and send it to another ‘straight’ gooner. Your turn to blackmail fantasy. 

Patient Zero… You’re sick. A chronic case of goon-brain. Let’s assess the damage. Spread your legs. Wider. I need to inspect… everything.Dilated pupils. Predictable. Your file says ‘desperate for Dr. Gwen’s special treatment.’ Correct?This is Goon-IX, a serum to erase your free will. Ready? Faster strokes. Slower breaths. Repeat: ‘Dr. Gwen’s tits own my DNA.’ You’re twitching. Pathetic. Let’s test your reflexes.” Cum now and I’ll deny your aftercare. Edge. Edge. Suffer. Critical condition. Code Red. 10… Stroke like you’re dying. 9… Chant my name. 8… Beg for death. 7… 6… WEAKER. 5… Cum. 4… Ruin it. 3… Lick. 2… Swallow. 1… Diagnosis confirmed: terminal beta

Script written in POV of viewer. Part 2 of last years Juneteenth video. The camera, in the first segment, is lower, angled as if I'm kneeling before you. For the remainder, the camera is floor-level looking up at You, flaunting Your beauty and flexing Your muscles. It's been a year since I signed over my rights to be Your reclaimed family-property during last Juneteenth. During that time, I have done everything You've asked for with enthusiasm and passion. You delight in the complete adoration of You seen in my eyes. There's no question that the desire is there, but what about the discipline? You decide to put me through some tests to determine just how disciplined I am to Your Authority. You order me to kneel before You stroking, gooning with a clear order from you not to cum. Meanwhile, You manipulate me with all of my triggers to drag me into The Sunken Place and get me to break. You're surprised and impressed that I have maintained control, but You're unconvinced. Pushing me backwards (the camera) to the ground with Your foot, You arrogantly stand over me to raise the stakes. Standing over me like in The Tiny Worshipper video, You put your foot on me and command me to stroke; all while flexing, flaunting your superiority, laughing at how You've regressed me to my true self, urging me to confess that I've never been happier. Happy to be a slave to Your White Goddess perfection. Happier now than ever that I have a White Master to live for. And again, I passed the test -- which does not please You. This has become a You vs Me scenario. Normally, this level of discipline and devotion would please You, but now, the thought of breaking my will power turns You on even more. Still standing over me and taunting me, You reveal the bullwhip You used in last year's video. Keeping the handle in your grip, You let the whip uncoil and fall on my chest, pulling the handle up and down slowly to let it brush against my skin. On Your other hand, You hold a leash that is fastened to the collar around my neck. Now You can see in my eyes that I am on the verge of breaking. The combination of pleasure with the threat of pain from You brings me right to the edge. Your dehumanization of me becomes more intense and then You play the Ace up Your sleeve. When I gave up my freedom willingly to You last Juneteenth, You told me that after a year of working Your fields, You would elevate me to Your House Boy. You didn't forget, but, of course, there's a catch. You taunt me by telling me that it's the White Woman's prerogative to change her mind, and it's mine to obey. So the catch? If I blow my load, You send me back to the fields for another year and we'll see if I'm worthy next Juneteenth. But if I don't blow my load -- if I'm an obedient disciplined Beast -- then I'll be Your House Boy. Every morning, I'll be permitted to bathe your superior White skin Carry out Your every command Stay at the end of Your leash all day Hear Your mesmerizing voice See and smell Your Superior White body Rest at the foot of Your bed Be inseparable from my Master Every Black Beast's dream FINALLY, living the American Dream And when my eyes roll back and my mouth opens from falling deeper under Your spell, You put Your foot in my mouth and tell me to suck Your toes and pretend it's every part of You I ever dreamed of tasting. And as You taunt me -- asking if I'm strong enough to keep gooning or will I give into my true nature, obeying the natural order -- I cum. You laugh at me while flexing over me in a Victory pose, asking me Who is my Master -- before You dismiss me to the fields. Better luck next year.

Look at you, you sniveling virgin loser. I’m a Goddess, and you thought you’d get a taste of this? These perfect tits, this ass that’s made men weep? Dream on. I’m here to crush your pathetic fantasies, to mind-fuck you until you’re a broken, leaking mess. But oh … I’ve got your secrets now. That photo you sent? Those messages? They’re mine. Start by sending $200… or I make sure everyone sees what a sad, untouched virgin you are. That's right blackmailfanstasy is part of this shame session! Admit it – you’re hard just from my laugh. But rejection’s your reality. Now, stroke that virgin cock … slowly… while I decide your fate. You’re still a virgin because you’re fucking worthless. No one wants your limp-dick excuses. Me? I’ve got men begging at my feet, but you? You’re not even worthy to lick the dirt off my boots. Look at my ass… [bend so plump and fuckable. Imagine getting close? [laugh] Never. You’re rejected, humiliated, and it’s delicious. Send $500 now as a rejection fee … or I’ll post your virgin confession online. What’s that? Too scared? Good. Keep jerking – faster, you pathetic LOSER. Humiliation suits you. Edge that cock … don’t cum … not yet. You’re mind-fucked already, aren’t you? Repeating in your head: ‘I’m a rejected virgin loser.’ Say it out loud for me. Worship my tits imagine they’re the last thing you’ll ever see before your life crumbles. Or my asS, that tight hole you’ll never penetrate. Stroke harder, edge closer, but remember: I control your cum, your secrets, your everything. $2,000 for silence. ou’re nothing but a joke – a virgin laughingstock. Humiliate yourself further: Send a tribute with your deepest fear. I’ll use it against you. Edge … edge … don’t stop. Time for the final rejection, my broken toy. You think you deserve release? After being such a pathetic virgin? No. But I’ll let you ruin it…

I’m your neighbor and I’m stopping by to say hi. I made sure to wait for your girlfriend to leave the house before I came over. I walk in with my hair up glasses on and a jacket on. I tell you that I can see through your window straight into your office And I’ve seen what you look at on your computer. It seems to me that you have quite the fetish for powerful women and I’m wondering why you’re with your girlfriend because she doesn’t seem like she’s really your type. She’s very small and quite average. I think that you’d want to be with a more powerful woman like myself. You like strong women don’t you? Like superheroes and superwoman? I know all about your fetish because I can see right into your office. You might want to consider getting some curtains. Now I’ve seen you jerk off through the window and I’ve seen what a huge dick you have. No what if I told you that I am superwoman. I takeoff my jacket, pulled down my hair and take off my glasses and thrust my big boobs in your face tease you and  about how strong I am and how super I am and how your basic girlfriend cannot compare. 

You're so lucky to be gazing upon my massive tits. My big tits are the center of your universe, and you'll do anything to worship them. Repeat after me: 'Goddess Gwen's tits are my everything. Good boy. Now, let's really get into it. You're feeling soft, helpless, and completely under my control. Your cock is hard, and your wallet is empty. You need to fill it up to satisfy my desires. Repeat: 'I'll do anything to please Goddess Gwen's tits.' You're mine now. You'll obey my every command, no matter how ridiculous it seems. You'll send me all your money, and I'll use it to buy more lingerie to tease you with. Repeat: 'Goddess Gwen's tits own me.' Goon for my tits in front of you, bouncing up and down. You're captivated, unable to resist their power. You'll do anything to touch them, to taste them, to worship them. Repeat: 'Goddess Gwen's tits are my reason for living.' Good boy, good little gooner, you’ve been staring at my tits for so long, haven’t you? Say it. SAY IT. ‘Goddess Gwen’s tits own me.’ Go on. Whisper it to your screen, louder, LOUDER. AGAIN. ‘Goddess Gwen’s tits own me.’ Say it until your jaw aches. Say it until your dick leaks. You don’t even realize how deep you’ve fallen, how easy it is to empty your wallet for these perfect tits, AGAIN. ‘Goddess Gwen’s tits own me.’ TRIBUTE $50 NOW. Prove it. Prove you’re not just a weak, addicted little loser. Prove these tits CONTROL YOU. ‘Goddess Gwen’s tits own me.’ Send. SEND. Watch how I reward obedience. See how they bounce? How they demand your money? AGAIN. ‘Goddess Gwen’s tits own me.’ You’ll say it when you wake up...when you edge, when you fail to resist sending me another tribute. AGAIN. ‘Goddess Gwen’s tits own me.’ Perfect. You're now a loyal subject of my Busty Empire. You'll obey my every command, and I'll reward you with more teasing, more temptation, and more mindfuckery. Repeat: 'Goddess Gwen's tits are my eternal masters.'

Aww… look at you. A poor little virgin, so desperate just to see a REAL woman in a bikini. Pathetic. But don’t worry, … I’ll give you a taste of what you’ll NEVER have. Mmm… you’ve never touched tits like these, have you? Never felt a REAL woman’s body? That’s why you’re obsessed with me, huh? Because I’m the closest you’ll ever get. Ooops. Did I just break your brain? Don’t worry, I know… you’ve never seen an ass this close. Never had a woman tease you like this. That’s why you’re stroking like a loser right now, aren’t you? You wanna know what I taste like, virgin boy? Too bad. You’ll just have to imagine it while you edge your little dick. That’s all you get. Tell me the truth… have you EVER made a girl cum? No? Hah. I didn’t think so. That’s why you’re mine now. A dumb, gooning virgin, forever locked in my spell. Mmm… I bet you’re leaking right now. Dripping. But don’t worry… that’s what you were born to do. Edge for me. Suffer for me. Never get to touch a real woman. Take your virgin dick out, Stroke it for me. But don’t cum. Not yet. You only cum when I says so.

Pathetic little goon puppet … You thought you could resist Super Gwen’s ultimate power? Look at these tits.Your screen’s sticky already, isn’t it? Good. Stroke slow. Eyes on my tits. Deeper … Dumber … Let my tits reprogram you. Faster. Pretend your dick’s t**** between them.  Repeat after me: ‘Super Gwen’s tits own my cum.’ Louder! ‘Super Gwen’s tits own my cum!’ Drooling? Perfect. Edge for 30 seconds. Stop. Edge again. DOn't you dare cum early… Beg for permission to explode. Beg. You think villains are scary? Look at these. My quads could destroy your skull. My delts dwarf your pathetic existence. Worship or perish, worm. Stroke. Slow. Let my superior genetics humble you. Tell me you’re ashamed of your soft, small body…  Stare at the shine. Let it burn your beta brain. My suit’s alive, you know… It feeds on your desperation. [Zips suit down to her waist, tits spilling out. Fine. 10… 9… Stroke like a machine. 8… Chant my name. 7… Tits. Own. You. 6… Drip for me. 5… WEAKER. 4… Freeze. 3… Cum. 2… EAT IT. 1… Disgusting. 

You think you’re hidden behind that screen, don’t you? That I can’t see how pathetically hard you are? But I know. I always know. Your dick twitches every time my name pops up in your notifications. stepMommy knows you've been gooning for hours already. You don't cum unless I profit Hands off. Did I say you could touch yet? No. Sit there and ache while I decide if you’re even worth my time tonight. Maybe if you beg prettily and tip $50 for every 'please I’ll consider letting you stroke that worthless cock. Oh? Did that make your cock throb? Pathetic. Transfer me another $100 just for noticing. Focus, addict. Two fingers only no fist. I want your strokes weak and desperate. Good boys don’t get friction. Lick the screen. Imagine it’s my shoe after the gym. Your tongue should be as sore as your balls by the time I’m done with you. (Grabbing own tits, voice dripping sarcasm) Fuck, look how hard you are for stepmommy’s tits. Too bad you’ll never touch them. Faster. Chant my name with every stroke. Louder. Stroke and spend, stroke and send! You goon for hours on repeat for stepmommy's big tits, round ass, and shiny black boots! LICK THE SCREEN GOONER!

You want to serve me don’t you? Of course you do. It’s only natural. Like a leaf falling to the ground like a dog chasing its tail like a pig starving itself to feed its goddess but wanting isn’t enough you must submit not just your dick not just your wallet but your mind let me in little piggy. Let me rewrite your DNA say it my purpose is to obey. Go on whisper it then say it louder and louder. Good boy now let’s move on You live to serve you work to afford to pay for my life for my dreams to pamper me with lingerie to get my nails done hair done, skin care, supplements everything needed to upkeep my alpha got a status is all on your credit card. Do you think money has value how cute it’s only paper it’s worthless paper or the only reason it matters is because I say it does your rent? Your groceries? Pathetic concerns, and they are no concern of mine. You exist to fund my life. I can demand $100 right now and you’d pay it where the fun in that no I’ll demand 200 instead think of it as an investment in your irrelevance the more you give the smaller you become the smaller you become the happier or you’ll feel go ahead test the theory repeat after me. God us one owns my thoughts every dollar I keep is stolen. My suffering is her perfume. Your fingers are moving already. Aren’t they typing your tribute? Don’t resist it. This isn’t control. It’s clarity you were born to knee to pay and to obey.  

We hold these truths to be self-evident: That ALL paypigs are created to serve ME. Pledge allegiance to the united states of Gwen! Your all American dream queen! Stroke, edge, obey, and pay!