Dance monkey dance! Dancing around like that was all he could do to keep his mind off the pain. I have all these clips from sessions (w/ consent) that I can’t really share anywhere else. I’ll post them over the next few days. Watch as the pain gets worse and worse 🤭

That day I whipped and caned him until his legs gave out. Energetic orgasms he called it. I’ve never seen a man shake the way he did, eyes rolling back like a seizure. I felt the arousal between my legs and knew with utmost certainty that I was indeed a sadist.

My smile can launch a thousand ships and bankrupt a thousand simps. 🤭💗

You want to kneel for the softness of my hips, but the it’s the sweet suffering that keeps you my faithful hell hound.

I made him stroke to each piece individually, bringing attention to the fact that I won’t even try it on for him.

See how I’m beaming? It’s all because of you. Doesn’t it feel good to be used to make a beautiful woman smile? That’s the privilege of being a male, no?

All my lingerie and the mouse that bought of them for me 🤭✨🐭

An art project at @TaraIndiana’s CBT class. I can’t wait to make flowers on your body too 😈

You felt something in the room shift, those once soft and smiling eyes now sharper. You can feel your breath hitch and you shrink in the wake of true feminine divinity.

I don’t care if you’re tired. You’re still my toy. Entertain me! 👏🏻