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Pledge Hazing - You showed up just like you were told—ready ..

Pledge Hazing - You showed up just like you were told—ready to be hazed. Poor thing. Too bad you didn’t read the fine print. I’m the one in charge of you tonight, and I’ve got very specific instructions. If you want to survive your fraternity’s initiation—and if I want to complete mine—you’re going to do exactly what I say. That means slipping into this cheerleader uniform, letting me do your makeup, and strutting your stuff at the big game like the perfect little spirit girl. Don’t pout, it’s so much fun humiliating you… and trust me, the consequences for saying no are way worse.

Sensual Whipped Cream Self Worship - I know exactly what you..

Sensual Whipped Cream Self Worship - I know exactly what you’ve been thinking about… my soft, perfect feet. So tonight, I decided to give you a little treat. I slowly swirl whipped cream over my toes and arches, letting it melt against my warm skin. Then, with a wicked little smile, I start licking it off—slow, sensual, just for you. Every stroke of my tongue is pure teasing bliss, and I know you’re watching, desperate, wishing you could take a taste yourself. But this? This is just for me to enjoy… while you squirm.

Date Night Part 1 Handjob Quickie - We’re getting ready for ..

Date Night Part 1 Handjob Quickie - We’re getting ready for date night, and you’re looking so good as you finish getting dressed. But I can’t help myself—I’m feeling playful, and I want to get you a little worked up before we even leave the house. I tease you, insisting on giving you a quick handjob, just to see you squirm while we’re out with our friends later. I want you flustered, turned on, thinking about this all night long while trying to keep it together. You know I love being a little bratty like that.

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Loser For Dirty Stinky Slippers - Ugh… seriously? These old ..

Loser For Dirty Stinky Slippers - Ugh… seriously? These old things? You’re really that obsessed with my filthy, worn-out slippers? They’re disgusting. Stained. Stretched. Smell like sweat and power and everything you wish you could be close to. And yet here you are, pathetically drooling over them like they’re holy relics. That’s what you’ve become—a worthless little freak addicted to my foot filth.”

“You probably imagine yourself on the floor, nose buried deep, huffing every inch of grime like it’s your purpose in life. I bet you’d beg just to lick the soles clean, wouldn’t you? But you don’t deserve that. You don’t even deserve to touch them. You’re not a man—you’re a footstool, a slipper sniffer, a groveling loser who finds heaven in my discarded trash.”

“And the best part? I don’t even have to try. I could leave these nasty things by the door, and you’d be crawling on all fours just to get a whiff. Pathetic. But keep sniffing, loser—it’s all you’re good for.

Minute Man - Wow… that was fast. I gave you one task. One ch..

Minute Man - Wow… that was fast. I gave you one task. One challenge. Sixty seconds. And you couldn’t even manage that? You were so desperate, so weak, that you couldn’t hold out long enough to even earn the rest of this clip. I barely had to lift a finger, and you were already twitching like a pathetic little mess. Honestly? I’m not even mad. I’m just disappointed… and so amused.

But don’t worry—I’m not done with you. Not even close. You still have several minutes left to sit there, humiliated, soft, spent… while I talk to you. About how embarrassing that was. About how you clearly have no control around me. About how this is why you’ll never be anything more than a useless little toy—good for a quick mess and a long session of teasing, shaming, and psychological ruin.

So sit there. Watch me. Listen to every word. Let it burn. Because next time? You’re going to fail again. And I’m going to enjoy it even more.

Devoured For Disappointing - My feet are aching, and I need ..

Devoured For Disappointing - My feet are aching, and I need the perfect little slave to make it better. But so far? Disappointment after disappointment. You tinies are so eager to please… until you realize how serious I am. You mess up? You hesitate? You disappoint me? You go down the hatch. One by one, I give you a chance—kneel at my soles, worship them, rub away the tension. And one by one, you fail. And when you fail, I don’t get mad… I just get hungry.”

“Can you hear them? The ones already trapped in my belly? It’s louder now, isn’t it? That constant groaning stretch… growing with each new snack. You see, the more I eat, the more I crave. My belly just keeps making room. Every failed servant feeds me—swallowed whole, helpless, melting slowly inside me while I stretch and swell with power.”

“So… are you going to be the one who finally satisfies me? Or are you just another bite waiting to happen?

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Happy Birthday to ME 👸🏻✨

Stroke Your Tiny Dick - Aww, look at you—already hard? That ..

Stroke Your Tiny Dick - Aww, look at you—already hard? That tiny thing is the saddest excuse for a cock I’ve ever seen. Seriously, it’s almost cute… in the most pathetic, laughable way.

You know what it reminds me of? This.

[holds up her phone, flashing a picture of a tiny mushroom]

Yep. That’s what I see when I look at your little embarrassment. A stubby, squishy, useless mushroom.

And yet… here you are. Ready to stroke for me. It’s adorable, really—thinking you’re good for anything other than being humiliated. But I’ll let you. I’ll let you stroke that sad little thing while I laugh at you.

I’ll tell you exactly how to do it. When to touch. How fast. When to stop. Because even though you’re useless… you’re still mine to control.

You want to stroke for me? Then be a good little mushroom-dick loser and follow every word. Because the only pleasure you’re allowed is the kind I give you. And even then… I might not let you enjoy it. 

Big Beautiful Belly - Look at this belly. Big, round, soft… ..

Big Beautiful Belly - Look at this belly. Big, round, soft… and so unbelievably beautiful. You feel that pull, don’t you? That instinct to drop to your knees and worship it—because deep down, you know this is what you were made for.

Tiny little things like you have one purpose: to feed me. To keep this gorgeous belly full, stretched, and perfect. You were never meant to live a long life. No, your destiny ends right here… melting away inside me, just another nameless snack to keep me satisfied.

Some of you accept that fate. You welcome it. I see the way you stare—obsessed, desperate, honored to become part of me. And honestly? I respect that. At least you know your place.

But then there are the scared ones. The ones who tremble, beg, try to run. You think that fear will save you? It only makes me hungrier. I love watching you squirm, knowing that no matter how hard you fight, you’re still going to end up right where you belong—inside my belly.

So whether you’re shaking with fear or begging to be swallowed… in the end, it doesn’t matter. You all end up the same. Just fuel for my beauty. Another tiny sacrifice for my perfect, greedy belly.

Brat Girl Slipper Dangling - I don’t have to say a thing to ..

Brat Girl Slipper Dangling - I don’t have to say a thing to keep you locked in place. Just me, dangling my cheetah print slippers… barely acknowledging you. That’s all it takes, isn’t it?

You sit there, totally obsessed, hoping—begging—for even the slightest bit of attention. But all you get are the occasional bratty looks I throw your way… just to remind you that I know you’re watching. And I don’t care.

I don’t need to speak. I don’t need to tease. I don’t need to do anything for you. Because the truth is, watching me ignore you turns you on more than anything else. You’d do anything just to be noticed. And still—I give you nothing. Just these slow, lazy dangles… my slipper slipping off my toes… and those dirty little looks that say you’ll never have me.

Keep watching, loser. This is as close as you’ll ever get.

Stroke To My Cummy Feet - Mmm, look at my feet… dripping, gl..

Stroke To My Cummy Feet - Mmm, look at my feet… dripping, glistening, soaked in cum. You can’t take your eyes off them, can you? Every movement, every little flex of my toes, just makes the mess even stickier… and you love it.

You’re already throbbing, aren’t you? Stroking like a good boy while I play with my cum-covered soles—seducing you with every little toe wiggle, every slow, sensual rub. I know exactly what this is doing to you.

I don’t even have to say much. Just watching me tease you with these sticky, creamy feet is enough to make you weak. You’d give anything to taste them, to press your face into them, to cum again just from the sight.

But for now? You’re gonna stroke. Nice and slow. While I show you exactly how filthy I like it.

I want you to watch every drip… every glisten… and fall even harder under my control. Keep stroking. You don’t get to look away.

Humiliating My Pathetic Stalker - Ugh, you again? What are t..

Humiliating My Pathetic Stalker - Ugh, you again? What are the odds we just “happened” to bump into each other, huh? Don’t answer that—I already know this was your sad little plan. Pathetic. You really thought you’d get my attention by lurking around like some obsessed loser? Please. You’re not even worthy to breathe the same air as me.

But you want attention so badly, don’t you? Fine—kneel. Right here. In public. Show me just how low you’re willing to go. Oh, now you’re kneeling? Cute. But don’t even think about making eye contact. You’re not on my level. Keep your eyes down—on my Converse.

If you’re going to be down there like a disgusting little pest, you might as well make yourself useful. Go on. Lick. Clean the bottoms of my sneakers with that pathetic tongue. Don’t stop until your mouth is coated in grime and filth. I want to see the black residue all over you. That’s better—it suits you.

Spits in your mouth. Spits again, right on your face.

Now get lost. You’ve had enough of me for one lifetime.

Fleshlight Fuckery Extended Ending - So… this is what you’ve..

Fleshlight Fuckery Extended Ending - So… this is what you’ve been reduced to? Stroking that pathetic little excuse for a cock with a fleshlight, like some desperate loser? Honestly, I expected better—but at the same time, it’s so fitting. You don’t deserve a real woman. You deserve this—cold, plastic, and completely inanimate. Just like your sex life. You know what else you deserve? Slurping every last drop of that loser cum, straight out of your little pocket pussy. Eat up, loser. 

The Closest You’ll Ever Get - Look at you… sitting there lik..

The Closest You’ll Ever Get - Look at you… sitting there like a good little loser, mesmerized by every move I make. You know watching me through a screen is the closest you’ll ever get, but that doesn’t stop you from coming back again and again, does it? You stare like I might reach out and touch you. Like I might acknowledge you as anything more than the pathetic little nobody you are.

My feet move closer, and I can see how badly you want it. You lean in like it’ll make a difference, like the distance between us will disappear if you just stare hard enough. But I’m still a million miles away. You can’t reach me. You never will. And deep down, you know that.

All you’ll ever be good for is watching… silently, hopelessly, while I remind you exactly how out of your league I am.

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Your Girlfriends Roommate - Your girlfriend won’t even ackno..

Your Girlfriends Roommate - Your girlfriend won’t even acknowledge your foot fetish—she acts like it’s weird, like you should be ashamed of it. But I’m not her. I’m her roommate… and I think it’s hot. I’ve noticed the way you stare at My feet, trying not to look for too long when she’s around. But now it’s just us. So I slip out of my heels, stretch out, and tell you to show Me how badly you want them. You start stroking—nervous, guilty, but so turned on. And I’m loving every second. Even when your girlfriend starts calling, asking how much longer she’ll be, I keep pushing you. I whisper that you better not stop. She’s on her way home… but I want to see just how far you’ll go for My feet before she walks through that door.

No Friends No Life Just Me - Look at you. Pathetic. No frien..

No Friends No Life Just Me - Look at you. Pathetic. No friends, no life, nothing going for you… except me. I’m the only one who even bothers to acknowledge your existence—and don’t get it twisted, it’s not because I care. It’s because I own you. You’re mine to mock, to humiliate, to break down. You sit there every day, desperate for a crumb of my attention, and I give it to you… just enough to remind you how worthless you are without me.

You live for my insults. You need my cruelty. And deep down? You love knowing that I’m all you have. No one else wants you. No one else ever will. Just me—and I don’t even like you. But you? You worship me. How cute.

My Doormat - Aww… look at you. Lying there on the floor like..

My Doormat - Aww… look at you. Lying there on the floor like the pathetic little doormat you are. I walk in from a long day—my shoes filthy, my feet sweaty—and there you are, right where you belong. No words, no questions. Just lying there, face-up, ready to be used. That’s the only thing you’re good for, isn’t it? Letting me wipe the dirt off my soles and grind the day’s sweat into your face like the worthless little rug you are.

You make yourself useful in the only way you know how—by being beneath me. It’s adorable, really. You’re not even a person to me. Just something to walk all over. And honestly? I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Pregnant Popular And Hungry - Ugh, tutoring is so boring… bu..

Pregnant Popular And Hungry - Ugh, tutoring is so boring… but hey, I needed the help. Being the hot, pregnant popular girl means I’ve got better things to do than study—but lucky you, you get to help me, right? Although… lately, these cravings have been insane. And sitting next to you? Mmm, I couldn’t help but notice how tasty you look. You kept staring at my belly, didn’t you? Watching it stretch… grow… imagining what it’d be like to end up inside?

Well, guess what? That’s exactly what’s happening. I’m hungry, and you’re mine now. I tease you, taunt you, let you feel just how full I already am—and then I make you part of it. Don’t worry. You’re just helping me grow in a whole new way. Hope you like being part of my cravings.

High Heel Footjob & Self Worship - I start by slipping into ..

High Heel Footjob & Self Worship - I start by slipping into my favorite high heels, letting you admire the way they shape my legs and arch my feet just right. I know exactly what you came for. I prop my feet up and slowly press my soft, smooth soles against your shaft, teasing you with every stroke. My heels stay on the entire time—clicking, flexing, commanding your attention—while I pump you with my perfect arches, dragging it out just to make you squirm. I smirk, watching how desperate you get as my feet take control.

But I’m not done there. I take a moment just for me—lifting my feet to my mouth and giving them the worship they deserve. I run my tongue along my soles, suck on my toes, moan softly as I indulge in how good I taste. You don’t get to touch—just watch. And when I finally bring my feet back to you, I let you finish all over my heels, right where I want your mess.

Sexy Feet Treat - My bare feet are already out, waiting for ..

Sexy Feet Treat - My bare feet are already out, waiting for you. Smooth, soft soles, perfectly arched, toes wiggling just for your eyes. I know how much you love them—how just the sight of them gets you hard. I start teasing you right away, showing them off from every angle, flexing, pointing, dragging my fingers along the curves as I guide your strokes with a sweet, breathy voice.

I want you focused on nothing but my feet… the way they move, the way I play with them, the way I smile knowing you’re completely under my spell. I talk you through every second—slow and steady—building you up while I keep teasing, seducing, tempting you to the edge. And when you’re so close you can’t take it anymore, I tell you exactly how to finish…

A Bigger Belly - My belly used to be so round… but after dig..

A Bigger Belly - My belly used to be so round… but after digesting my last snack, it’s started to shrink—and I can’t have that. I need to feel full. I crave the weight, the pressure, the stretch. So I pick out one of the Tinies who’s been trembling at my feet. He’s the lucky one… or maybe not. I toy with him first, dragging my tongue over his tiny body, letting him feel every slick inch of my mouth as I moan about how good he tastes. I tease him, savor him, make sure he knows exactly what’s coming. And then—gulp—he’s mine. Whole. Swallowed. Gone.

Instantly, my belly balloons—twice the size it was before. I rub over the new curve, grinning with satisfaction at how massive I’ve become. But something’s different this time… this little guy is making my stomach noisy. I let out a deep burp, a fart, and giggle, playfully commenting on how my snack is making me feel a little gassy. But honestly? I kinda like it.

Time Out - You’ve been so annoying today… needy, whiny, desp..

Time Out - You’ve been so annoying today… needy, whiny, desperate for attention. So guess what, loser? Time. Out. I drag you by your pathetic little leash and plant you right in the corner—nose to the wall, just like a bad little loser. That’s your view now. Nothing. Just blank wall and shame.

Behind you, I’m getting dressed for a night out—heels clicking, zippers sliding, perfume in the air—and you don’t get to see any of it. You can hear it all, though, can’t you? The sound of me slipping into something tight and sexy, giggling to myself while I ignore you completely. I make little comments just to mock you more… about how hot I look, how much fun I’m about to have, how you’ll be stuck in the corner the entire time.

You’re not allowed to move. Not allowed to turn around. Just stand there like the good, humiliated little nothing you are. Maybe—maybe—if you’re lucky, I’ll come back and let you clean my heels later. But don’t count on it.

Red Hot Latina Feet - Mmm… look at you already staring. You ..

Red Hot Latina Feet - Mmm… look at you already staring. You can’t help yourself, can you? I know exactly what you want. I just got my toes done—bright, glossy red—so fresh, so perfect. You like that, huh? Watching me slowly wiggle them just for you, arching my soles, letting you admire every inch? I know how obsessed you are with my feet. And tonight, I’m going to let you enjoy them… just the way you like.

I tease you with every movement—my ankles crossed, my toes curling, the soft sound of my voice guiding you step by step. Stroking gets slower, deeper, more desperate as I talk you through it. I giggle when I see how hard you’re getting. I love knowing you’re completely under my spell, turned on by nothing but my voice and the sight of my sexy little feet.

Fleshlight Fuckery - So… this is what you’ve been reduced to..

Fleshlight Fuckery - So… this is what you’ve been reduced to? Stroking that pathetic little excuse for a cock with a fleshlight, like some desperate loser? Honestly, I expected better—but at the same time, it’s so fitting. You don’t deserve a real woman. You deserve this—cold, plastic, and completely inanimate. Just like your sex life.

But since you’re clearly too stupid to even use that right, I’ll walk you through it. Slowly. Mockingly. I demonstrate how to stroke like the desperate, weak beta you are. You’ll follow my instructions to the letter, because that’s all you know how to do—obey and humiliate yourself for me. Every motion is pathetic, every sound you make just proves how low you’ve sunk.

I watch, amused and disgusted, as you squirm and pant like a dog with a toy. And when you finally reach the edge? I decide whether or not you’re even allowed to finish. Because let’s be honest… even your orgasms belong to me.