CUSTOM: Do you remember that scene in Pulp Fiction where Eric Stoltz gives John Travolta a sales pitch, outlining the merits of each grade of heroin he has for sale? Or that scene in American Beauty where the bag guy pulls out a drawer of green and outlines the different types of high offered by each strain? Basically, this clip would be a play on that type of scene. You'd be playing an industrious young woman who has taken to selling her worn socks to the local foot fiends. A sock pusher. And she's become good at it, turning the act of hooking men on her sweet foot scent and nurturing an addiction that invariably leads to them paying any price she asks for that **** sock funk into an artform. The clip would be a window into that process, as you sit down with a new client (the viewer), show off your wares, and make a sale. The first of many. The clip starts with you sat down, fully clothed, setting the scene, introducing yourself and getting down to business. You explain that the viewer has come to you because word on the street is that your worn socks are the highest quality worn socks on the market. And that's absolutely true. Your tone is confident, assertive, but friendly, as you size up your prey. You ask if the viewer/client minds if you kick your shoes off as you've been on your feet all day. They don't. Of course they don't. As they struggle to keep their eyes off your feet, you can already sense that whatever money they have in their wallet will soon be yours. You produce a stash box (or whatever kind of container you have handy) and open it. Inside it are half a dozen baggies (I can order you some from Amazon if you don't have any), each with a pair of socks of varying wear and colour inside them. You explain that while all of your socks provide the type of **** high that even the most discerning foot enthusiast will love, they are not all equal. Some socks have been worn for a day. Some have been worn for a week. Some have been worn for even longer than that. The longer the wear, the more intense the experience, and the higher the cost to the buyer. But seeing as the viewer is yet to take their first hit of your socks, you recommend they start with something mild. For now. You open a baggy and take out a pair that have been worn for a couple of days. Dirty. Smelly. But not excessively so. You talk them up and, with a machiavellian glint in your eye, offer the client/viewer a free sniff as you hold a sock to the camera. As the client sniffs your sock, you can tell by the look on their face and the bulge in their pants that you have them exactly where you want them. Your socks are, after all, good stuff. You take the sock away and explain that only the first sniff is free. If the viewer wants to continue to enjoy your socks, this pair will cost them $50. But... as much as they very clearly enjoyed those socks, maybe you have another pair they'd enjoy even more. Sensing the viewer's total lack of resolve and evident weakness for your feet, you expertly move in on the big sale, like a shark smelling red in the water. You take another baggy from the box and remove the sweatiest, smelliest pair of gym socks you sell. You explain that you wouldn't normally sell these to a first-timer (in actuality, this was your plan all along) but if the client REALLY wants to experience your foot scent at its most ****, then these are the socks they want. These are the socks they NEED. You hold them close to the camera, presenting them to the viewer, pointing out where the dirt and sweat has accumulated, telling them where to sniff and encouraging them to sniff harder and harder. You talk about how good it will feel for them to take these socks home and sniff and jerk their way to footboy nirvana. As you work the client up, and your sales pitch/seductive manipulation reaches its crescendo, you suddenly take the socks away and ask for $500. The client, desperate and already addicted, reluctantly, helplessly agrees to pay. The clip ends as you smile victoriously, call the viewer a "good boy" and happily offer to bag the socks up. Feedback: I watched it, I loved it, I thank you for making it. I feel like I'm riding a natural, mellow high right now having watched it which, while totally appropriate given the subject matter, kinda took me by surprise. Everything from the point where you counted the money by your feet onward (genius by the way, I'd have never thought of it), had the serendipitous effect of serving as unplanned ASMR triggers, which along with everything else going on made for a pleasing, teasing, tingly, relaxing, horny high which was... just great. Or maybe you were out there playing 4D chess and planned all of that, I don't know with you. And everything else was perfect too. I think I told you before that there are certain loose ideas/themes that I'd re-use for jumping off points for customs, but that was a Sarah Idea through and through, and I literally couldn't imagine anyone but you doing it. You totally nailed the tone, you totally grasped the idea, the reference points, expertly straddled that thin line between seduction and manipulation, your natural dominance and control never being in doubt.
I love that I made you cum in your pants the last time we went out to eat! It's funny, how powerfully I can control you just by teasing you at the table. With all these people around, unaware that I have you stroking yourself under the table for me. So I want to do it again. We just got here, so the server will be back and forth all the time, and you need to be sure they don't catch you touching yourself - but you can't stop touching yourself until I say so. And I want you to cum. Right here. But I don't want it to be over so quickly this time. I want to stretch it out. Masturbate while I tease you with my breasts, secretively pulling them out of my dress to caress and entice you. Stroke that cock while I spread my legs and rub my pussy under my white cotton thong panties. I keep a look out for any passers-by, because I don't want to get kicked out of here before dessert! Speaking of dessert, you're going to eat this load to clean it up. It's a waste of water and resources to clean up your jizz, so it's environmentally conscientious to recycle it into your mouth! But not too quickly. Stop and go, exactly as I say, so you don't prematurely ejaculate and have to Consume your pie early. I press my foot against your pants between your legs, playing footsie to make it even harder for you. This whole date is full of erotic anxiety, don't you just love it? I love watching you squirm, and you're squirming because you can't stop. You can't resist me, even if it means risking public humiliation or worse. When I'm ready to let you explode, I rev up the tease and verbally/visually jerk you off to creamy completion. Catch all of it in your hands, don't let it ruin your pants or drip onto the floor! I'll flag the server to bring over some napkins to dry yourself, but you need to lick it all up from your hands before they make it over here! See also... Restaurant Revenge
It's time to keep me quiet, Mr. Big! I took those cum-covered panties from our last rendezvous, because I knew that they were my continued ticket to ride this ride. I made sure to drop by your office at an inopportune time, in this skin-tight cheetah print mini dress and high heels. So what if everyone stared at me as I walked through the halls of your special little multimillion dollar business? This dress is so easy to pull up or pull down, and I do both. My breasts are on display, in your face, scrambling your brain. I slither into your lap and seduce you, giggling and scheming because I know I have you w**** around my finger. Putty in my hand. I slide off my hot pink thong panties, revealing my perfect little pussy, and I tease you with them. You know what you did to these panties. And so do I. But we don't want anyone else to find out, do we? No, no we don't! So let's explore that high-limit credit card - actually, I'll just take it. The way I pick it up, while perched on your lap, and put it between my teeth, makes erotic financial manipulation so fucking hot. Being black mailed has never felt this good, and you just can't stop it. Not even if you wanted to. After all that writhing, all that nudity, all that erotic torment, all that looming danger, it's time for me to bounce! I'll take this credit card with me and drain it dry - just like I drained your cock last time! Oh, no sweetie. Nothing's going to happen this time. You don't even get your afternoon delight, just the feeling of being used and manipulated. Oh, isn't that wife of yours bringing you lunch today? Oops! Hope I don't run into her in the hall again...
It's the first clip shot in my huge new house, and it's foot worship! I'm in a bra and sweatpants, which drape around my legs as I lift up each foot to be worshiped. This is extremely casual and intimate, putting you gently in your place on your knees at my feet. Kiss each toe, and follow my instructions with your mouth. My arches are impossibly high, my wrinkles are incredibly deep and plentiful, and my toes spread wide. Eat it all up.
(This was a FREE VIDEO reward for participating in one of My clip promotions) REQUEST: "So this would be a follow-up to the Sock Pusher clip you did for me a while ago. The gist of it was that you played an industrious young woman who had taken to selling her worn socks to the local foot fiends, and the clip was you sitting down with a new client (the viewer) and selling your smelly, sweaty socks to them. The sequel would mostly be more of the same but with the narrative being pushed forward a little. Since you last sold your socks to the client/viewer in the first clip, their addiction to the scent of your feet has been growing, and you've continued to reap the financial benefits of keeping that addiction alive. The clip starts much like the last one with you sat down, ready to sell your finest (and most expensive) stuff to the client. You greet the viewer remarking that they look like they've been up all night on another sock binge. But luckily for them, you have a fresh supply of socks and that's not all. You've diversified your stock and you now have some dirty, smelly sneakers on your menu too. You give a bit of a sales pitch for the socks and shoes, showing off the dirty socks and the insides of the shoes, offering a free sniff or two, reminding the viewer to not become distracted by your bare feet, encouraging a big sale, and naming your price for the lot once you know the client is married to the idea of walking away with your entire inventory. But the viewer/client, already spending more money than they can afford on your socks, can't afford it all, much as they very much want it all. You have a feeling you can still make the sale regardless though. A little seduction, a little manipulation, some humiliating home truths, and it won't be long before the client is selling their belongings and missing rent payments just to get their sock fix. You have them exactly where you want them now." SOCK PUSHER (original): https://iwantclips.com/store/716/Sarah-DiAvola/1431222/Sock-Pusher-1080p-HD
This is My cock. It's large, in charge; big and black. Look at it throb before you, filling with the seed of a powerful bull. As a little bitch cuckold, you're going to worship it as the superior member it is, and you're going to eat whatever comes out of it. Oh, and it's going to be thick as fuck, based on what he's been eating lately - I told him to prepare his cum special for you, as your cuckold meal. I milk this bull and talk down to you, as you are on your knees where you belong. Open your mouth as We cru$h your soul and destroy your dignity. There's a big load ready for you to swallow and ch0ke on. Featuring Craig Blaxx
I've brought you here for a chat, Bat. To wag tongues. Don't worry, I'll get to my point soon enough. Just the scent of me, wafting through the room, starts to soften your heart. You won't stay soft. I can't help but purr and paw at you. It's been a long time, hasn't it? "What do you want, Poison Ivy?" I want you, Batman. I writhe on your lap, wrapping my body around you like a vine. Stroking your body. Letting that first rush of flirtatious energy cloud your judgment. My lap dance grinds on your cock so sensually, your hands cannot help but to grip my ass and hips. Instinctively yearning, yet trying to keep your hands away. I move fast, and before you can convince yourself to get up and escape, my juicy lips slide over yours and grasp them in their pillowy embrace. I always use the same lipstick: The one with the plant neurotoxin. The one that scrambles your brain. Your brain quickly fogs over with the poison and your body is visibly resigned to my seduction. But I want to take you further. Not to destroy you, but to apply the poison to another part of your body, so as to spread out the effects...and concentrate most of them in one very sensitive area: your now-erect cock. I want to suck out what's inside of you, Batman. More specifically, I want your essence. Your power. Your seed. You keep all of your special strength deep in your cock, and I want to get it out of you. The toxic lipstick coats your penis as my mouth glides all the way down. The moans from your throat tell me that I have you right where I want you. What follows is the most mesmerizing, mind-numbing blow job you have ever experienced. My mouth does not miss a single sensitive spot. My tongue teases as I look up and smile, happy with how I've brought the Bat to his knees while I'm on mine. I lick, tickle, giggle, and demonstrate how a super-expert completes a blow job. My lips are like a Venus fly plant, and the glossy pink inside is your last temptation. No matter how you try to resist, you are powerless against me and my prowess. You finally succumb to my sexual destruction of your body and give in to me. With a great super moan and groan, your whole body shuddering, you release your essence to me. On my breasts, in a perfect glob of white cum that's no doubt filled with the seeds of potential. I taste it. You're dizzy and in a daze, and can barely say, "You'll never get away with this, Ivy..." which is hilarious to me because watch me. Getting away with it. Flashing you my beautiful pussy so you can see what other ways I can manipulate, seduce and control you. Just you wait, Batman. This is the beginning. I'm off to geminate some proteges with your DNA! Featuring Lance Hart
Deeeeeep inhale, foot boy. Sniff my feet, in between each toe, from heel to arch to toenail, until you're spinning with incense. Let your eyes roll into the back of your head. Smell the stink right off of my feet. I'm dressed in a pretty, lacy green bra and panties, with my toes painted pink and my mind set on mischief. Stop, go. Red light, green light. Rev, brake. Over and over, as I artfully tease you with every aspect of my beautiful little feet. The arches are so high that they form a circle when I bring them together. My wrinkles are so deep and so plentiful that they could pick up coins, and I know just how to pose my feet and toes in ways that titillate and excite you the most. Let's go on an edging journey, just you, me, and my two little tiny pretty perfect feet with their 10 tiny little toes.
I wonder if sock boys are the most melt-able foot boys. Perhaps it's the softness. Mixed with the harshness of a foot in a sock pressing down on your face. Socks seem to be the perfect double-edged sw0rd. Don't you love subtle juxtapositions? Romantic, teal-colored lacy lingerie bra and panty set, worn with a pair of dirty white cotton socks. The elegance inside my socks are epitomized by what I'm wearing on my body. Let me tease you - it's not like you really have a choice, because there's a little trigger inside your brain that you can't ignore. You can't resist or turn away, and here I am, standing between you and a sexual breakdown. Fall in! Edging is the MOST fun way to tease, because I get to feel that anticipation, build-up, moment of Zen, and the devastation of denial as we start up again. Over and over. Your erotic "suffering" makes me giggle like a mischievous little girl with too much time and too little empathy. I delight in guiding you while you masturbate. I love how you hang on every word and movement, like a pet drooling over a treat waving over him. I always loved to tease my pets. After I've primed the pump and built up the pressure inside of you, pushed your thoughts out of your mind until you are consumed by desire, I count you down. Seconds to release, it's so close... if you can just hang on for a few more counts... perhaps you can be free from this sexual pressure, this all-consuming obsession... ...but why would I reward you, when the only reason I'm doing this little game is to watch you beg and keep you begging? Your pleasure, twisted and manipulated just for my entertainment! 5, 4, 3, 2... PSYCH!
That’s what you are. You are a receptacle. And I produce the finest of honeys. PEE/GOLDEN/NECTAR (?), HUMAN FURNITURE, OBJECTIFICATION, HUMILIATION, PUSSY WORSHP
If there are a few drops left in you, I will take care of it. I want it drip by drip. you're gonna pay per stroke. Look at My tits, with your hand on your dick, and try to save money. Up and down, that's one. you won't notice the damage until you turn around and see that I've lured, tricked, and drained you again. See how easy it is for Me to snatch that right away from you? God, My laughter is infectious. My giggle is a delight, especially when it comes from your sacrifices. Do you wanna stroke to Me, in My see-through lace thong panties? I'll give you 5 strokes. I'm going to control every stroke of your wrist, every wank of your willy. If you're pinching pennies, you might want to be careful. This will be an expensive masturbation session, and it's all your fault. Weakness. My entire body is your downfall, and I tease you with My most powerful elements so that you can not escape. It's only money - you can always make more. And I can always take more.
These "lunches" we've been having are sexy and exciting, just our little secret rendezvous with the woman who takes your calls, lies for you to your wife on the phone, and files your business. I know that's why you hired me, so I played up my sex appeal even more to get the job. And you gave right in. So, I've been thinking...I want more. I figured now, while my hands are around your cock and you're rock hard, is the best time to bring this up. I want a golden severance package. I want a million dollar settlement and to never come back to work again. I want it in writing. Today. How am I going to accomplish this? Why should you give in to my demands? The same way every other powerful, wealthy employer gave in before you: Blackmail. Before you try to get away, remember how close you are to cumming right now. I know you're not going anywhere. These panties are about to be splattered with your cum. I'm going to jerk you until you can't hold back, no matter how bad you want to get out of this ****, because a horny man like you can't say no to his sexual urges or a beautiful vixen with her hand around his cock and her tits in his face. Then I'm going to wipe it all over my panties. How else will they think your cum got into my lace panties? You'll lose everything. Your family, your money, your dignity, your hire-ability, your reputation. I could ruin it all and watch it come crashing down on you, with one little meeting with human resources and the local news. I want that contract signed. Today. Or I will ruin you, pervert.
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