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No Room for ModestyIt wasn’t just a walk—it was a test. A ch..

No Room for Modesty

It wasn’t just a walk—it was a test. A challenge to see just how far we’d go, how willing we were to be put on display.

Our skirts were short. Our bodies were bare. And our orders? Simple. Present ourselves. No hesitation. No shame.

Legs spread wide on a bench. Fingers gripping onto chains, stretching, arching, showing off. Crawling through the dirt like obedient little pets. Whatever was asked, we did—because we don’t belong to modesty, we belong to them.

It’s always an honor to be admired… even if only by the right eyes.

As for a certain someone forgetting her plug (I‘m sure all of you have noticed 😂)? Well… let’s just say, I wouldn’t want to be Lina @teenslaave02-sir when the next punishment is handed out. 😏 Ice cubes and clamps sound like a fun little mix, don’t you think? 😈

Puppies on Parade After our last little… correction, Lina @t..

Puppies on Parade

After our last little… correction, Lina @teenslaave02-sir and I were back in line, following our Masters through the park, ready for whatever they had in store for us.

And they certainly had ideas.

From leaning against fences, lifting our skirts, to stretching out on a park bench with our legs spread—there was no shortage of ways to present ourselves. Even when we were ordered to crawl on all fours through the dirt and leaves, we obeyed without question.

The best part? We never quite knew what would come next. A new position, a new challenge, a new way to be displayed… there’s something thrilling about surrendering completely, letting our bodies be arranged however our Masters see fit.

Video coming later today! 😍

Breaking the Rules in Broad DaylightBerlin parks are beautif..

Breaking the Rules in Broad Daylight

Berlin parks are beautiful this time of year—especially when you’re taking a walk with your Master, knowing you’re on display for anyone who cares to look closely enough. Lina and I were ordered to climb on something, our short skirts riding up as we did so, feeling the cool air against our bare skin.

Or at least… I felt it.

That’s when we noticed it.

Lina was wearing a slip.

A slip.

I looked at her in disbelief, and she immediately knew she was in trouble. It’s one of the most basic rules: no unnecessary barriers, no extra layers between us and whatever our Masters decide to do with us. A slip under a skirt? That’s practically blasphemy.

Naturally, the mistake had to be corrected immediately. Right there, she had to take it off and hand it over. But that wasn’t enough. A mistake like that has to be addressed, a lesson has to be learned.

So, as soon as the moment was right, my Owner made sure she wouldn’t forget the rules again—just enough to remind her (and me) of what happens when we fail to meet expectations.

Once balance was restored, we continued our walk as if nothing had happened.

And just like that, everything was as it should be.

A little park break… but some girls just can’t behave 😏 Swin..

A little park break… but some girls just can’t behave 😏

Swinging side by side, catching a breath before things get even filthier. But look at Lina @teenslaave02-sir , being such a bad girl… wearing panties when she knows she shouldn’t. That might just earn her a little punishment later. 😈 Meanwhile, I know my place… and I know exactly what my Owner expects from me. 🖤

Who do you think will be the naughtier one by the end of the day? Place your bets in the comments. 😏

Last night, you got to see the video… now it’s time for a cl..

Last night, you got to see the video… now it’s time for a closer look. 🔥📸

Lina @teenslaave02-sir and I, side by side, both bound and ready to serve. Looking back at these moments still gives me shivers. The contrast of our bodies, the marks left on our skin, the way we were used together—it’s a sight I won’t forget anytime soon.

I love how raw and intense this session was, and these pictures capture so many little details that might have gone unnoticed in the video. The restraint, the submission, the way we complement each other in our roles… and, of course, the undeniable pleasure of being completely at the mercy of our Masters. 🖤

Story Post: Side by side (Full Video) Thinking back to that ..

Story Post: Side by side (Full Video)

Thinking back to that night with @teenslaave02-sir and our Masters, it still feels like a whirlwind of emotions, sensations, and pure submission. The way our bodies moved together, the way we were used side by side, shared, disciplined, pleasured. It was intense, overwhelming at times, but also deeply fulfilling.

We started on the bed, both of us bound in our respective devices, our arms tucked beneath us, faces pressed down, asses up, presented, waiting. Our Masters took turns between us, fingering us alternately, testing our wetness, comparing our reactions. I remember the deep burn of anticipation, the way every touch felt magnified by the restraint, the helplessness that made every sensation feel ten times more powerful. Lina was moaning softly beside me, and I couldn’t help but wonder if she was just as nervous as I was.

Then the real play began. Lina was still in her bondage device, her Master standing behind her, flogger in hand. Meanwhile, I crawled to my Owner, my place already decided: I was to serve with my mouth while Lina took her punishment. I wrapped my lips around his cock, sucking with focus, feeling his hand rest heavily on the back of my head. The sound of the flogger cracking against Lina’s bare skin filled the room, mixed with her soft gasps and moans. I could hear her enjoying it, that particular kind of pleasure that only pain can bring (at least for a masochist like her).

After a while, we switched. I found myself serving Jim (her Master), his cock now in my mouth, while my Owner turned his attention to Lina. I glanced up briefly, watching him finger her roughly, hearing how wet she was. My stomach twisted slightly—jealousy. That familiar, frustrating pang. I hated feeling like this. I wanted to be stronger, to be completely selfless in my submission, but sometimes it was hard. Even when I knew Lina wasn’t a threat, even when I knew this was what my Master wanted.

I focused on my task, on pleasuring Jim the way I was trained to, making myself useful. Soon enough, my Master returned to me, and I welcomed him back between my lips eagerly. His hands were on Lina now, his flogger striking across her ass in sharp, calculated strikes, turning her skin a deep shade of red. She took it so well. I admired that about her… how naturally she seemed to embrace pain.

Then, finally, I was pulled onto all fours, my rightful place. My Owner took me from behind, and everything else faded away. The jealousy, the self-doubt, the comparisons… none of it mattered anymore. I belonged to him. And in that moment, that was all that existed.

Afterward, Lina eagerly cleaned him off with her mouth, savoring the taste of me on his cock. I could tell she loved it… she’s far more into girls than I am, and I knew this was her own way of indulging in that. Meanwhile, I was back in my restraints, my mouth now occupied by Jim, taking him deep as he used my throat without hesitation.

And then, just when I thought the night was winding down, Lina surprised me.

She strapped on.

I’ll be honest: this was something I had struggled with last time. I had tried to fuck her with a strap-on before, and it was… awkward. I wasn’t good at it. I wasn’t dominant enough, I didn’t know what I was doing, and I didn’t really want to do it. But Lina? Lina was so much better than me. She took to it effortlessly, moving with confidence, taking control in a way that didn’t feel f0rc3d.

And I fucking loved it.

She held my hips, her pace deep and steady, filling me completely. It was a different kind of submission, one I hadn’t explored much…. being taken by another girl, being dominated in that way. And yet, with Lina, it felt right. Natural. Maybe because I had grown to trust her, to respect her, to see her not as competition, but as someone who understood me, who stood beside me.

I had learned to love her, not just as a fellow slave, but as a person. She is kind, selfless, and deeply devoted to her Master. She isn’t egotistical, she isn’t trying to prove anything—she just is.

And that makes her one of the strongest slaves I’ve ever met.

By the time the night was over, I was exhausted, used, spent. But satisfied. And I knew this was only the beginning.

I still have a long way to go—both in my training and in my own mind. There are things I need to work through, struggles I need to overcome. But I want to. Because in the end, all of this is for him. 🖤

Saturday night treat for you guys 😏 Editing the full Story P..

Saturday night treat for you guys 😏

Editing the full Story Post from Berlin is taking longer than expected (sooo much material and lots of blurring needed since we played without hoods this time 😅), but I didn’t want to leave you hanging. So here’s a little teaser… just a glimpse of what’s to come. 😉

@teenslaave02-sir and I, side by side, bound the same way—ass up, face down, arms tucked beneath us. Vulnerable. Ready. My Owner took full advantage, playing with both of us, teasing, fingering, making us squirm under his touch… 🥵🤤 (ahhh I still get wet watching this now 🫠)

Looking back at this session, I can’t help but admire how fucking stunning my homegirl looks, right?? 😭😍 That back arch?! Insane. She’s such a natural at it, and meanwhile, I know I still have to work harder to reach that level of flexibility. No excuses—just motivation. I want to be better. For my Master. For myself. And, of course, for all of you watching! ❤️

I won’t lie, watching this now makes me notice all of the things I want to improve—especially about my body. But that’s part of the journey, after all. My journey! 😌 Growth. Discipline. Pushing myself further.

So, despite my self-criticisms, I’m sharing this little sneak peek, because let’s be honest… this scene is hot as hell. 🔥

Enjoy, and get ready for the full thing soon… it’ll be worth the wait. 😈

We made it to the weekend! 😻 Today we will try finalize the ..

We made it to the weekend! 😻
Today we will try finalize the video editing of our next adventure with my lovely slave sister @teenslaave02-sir. We had such a hot and kinky time 🤤 but you will have to see by yourself 😏

The Clinic — Part 1: My First Examination (Full Video) Stepp..

The Clinic — Part 1: My First Examination (Full Video)

Stepping into the sterile, dimly lit room, I felt a strange mix of nerves and anticipation curling in my stomach. The clinical smell, the faint hum of medical equipment, the cold leather of the examination chair—everything about this place was designed to make me feel small, vulnerable, exposed. Just how he wanted me.

When the my Owner—my doctor for the day—entered the room, his presence alone was enough to make my body instinctively react, spine straightening, heartbeat picking up pace.

I could feel his eyes roaming over my body, analytical, detached, as if I were just another subject to be examined. It always aroused me when he looked at me like that. Like I was an object, a specimen, a body meant for use and testing rather than a person with thoughts and emotions. It made me wet before he had even touched me.

He stepped closer, cool latex gloves brushing over my thighs as he spread them apart. I swallowed, already feeling the slickness between my legs.

“You’re always so easy to work with,” he muttered, almost to himself, as he traced his fingers along the soft folds of my pussy. A sharp inhale left my lips as he parted me, exposing everything to his trained hands. There was no tenderness in his touch, only efficiency. His fingers slid through my slit, pressing, prodding, testing.

“You’re already dripping, patient,” he mused, spreading my wetness with his fingertips. “Let’s see how reactive you are today.”

I had no time to brace myself before the wand was pressed firmly against my clit. A jolt shot through me, my thighs twitching in response. I gasped.

The sensation was instant, overwhelming. The vibrations traveled through my entire core, making my body jerk against the restraints. He didn’t ease into it, didn’t give me time to adjust. He simply increased the intensity, watching, waiting, gauging my response.

“You’re too sensitive,” he noted, his voice clinical. “Too weak.”

I moaned, hips shifting involuntarily, trying to push against the wand and yet somehow also retreat from the overstimulation. It was a brutal mix of pleasure and torment.

He leaned in, his breath warm against my ear. “That won’t do. We’ll have to train you.”

And just like that, the wand was gone. I whined at the loss, chest rising and falling rapidly as I struggled to come down from the edge he had so cruelly denied me.

But he wasn’t finished. His fingers replaced the wand, slipping inside me without hesitation, curling, stretching, pressing against that perfect spot that made my legs tremble.

“So fucking wet,” he murmured approvingly, his gloved fingers working deep inside me, coaxing out every last drop of arousal. He pushed in harder, his thumb circling my clit, making me cry out. My body was beyond my control, shaking, pulsing, desperate for more.

And then… nothing.

He withdrew his fingers, stepping back as if the past few minutes had never happened. I was left gasping, throbbing, my walls clenching around nothing. I was so close. So fucking close.

But this wasn’t about my pleasure.

This was about assessment. Training. Obedience.

He wiped his gloves clean, removing them with a snap before walking over to his desk. Without a word, he sat down, pulling out a clipboard, making notes as if I wasn’t still sprawled out before him, slick and used and aching for release.

I had been dismissed.

But I wasn’t going anywhere.

I knew what was expected of me.

Carefully, I did as I was told earlier and slid to my knees, crawling toward his desk. My place was there, under him, waiting, ready.

He barely acknowledged me as I settled between his legs, my hands moving to undo his belt, pulling down his zipper. His cock was already hard. My inspection had affected him, after all.

I took him into my mouth without hesitation, wrapping my lips around his length, taking him deep. My tongue pressed flat against the underside, savoring the way his body tensed at my touch. I loved these moments… when I was simply an instrument for his pleasure, a tool for his release.

I focused, bobbing my head, sucking greedily, working him with every ounce of skill I had. Above me, I heard the scratch of his pen on paper, the occasional rustle of documents. As if I were nothing but a background accessory, a means to an end.

It only made me wetter.

He finally looked down at me, running a hand through my hair.

“You’ll continue training at home,” he told me matter-of-factly, as if he were prescribing medicine. “Use the small wand on yourself. Combine it with anal beads. You need to learn to take more, to endure more. Your body is too delicate.”

Anal beads.

I had never used them before.

I bit my lip, a shiver of anticipation running down my spine.

“Yes, Doctor,” I whispered.

First check-up of the day… Who’s ready for their appointment..

First check-up of the day… Who’s ready for their appointment? 😏

The new medical series officially starts tonight, but here’s a little sneak peek of today’s outfit to hold you over. Let’s see what the doctor has in store for me today. 😈

Domestic Training: SpankingSome lessons just don’t stick… so..

Domestic Training: Spanking

Some lessons just don’t stick… so my Master made sure this one did.

The kitchen towel has a specific place. It belongs right there—not on the counter, not on a chair, not anywhere else I happen to leave it behind in my absentmindedness. But I keep forgetting. And my Master? He’s had enough of looking for it.

So today, in the middle of my usual housework, he called me over. No warning. No discussion. Just a firm order: Across his lap. Now.

I felt my stomach drop. I knew what was coming. I had been too careless, too forgetful… and there are consequences for that.

The punishment wasn’t a set number this time—no counting, no pacing myself through it. Just “until your ass is red.” Which meant I had no idea how long I’d be there, how many slaps it would take, how much I’d have to endure. And since I’m not a masochist, I struggled. My body kept flinching, squirming, instinctively trying to avoid the pain. But I wanted to be good for him. I wanted to prove I could take it.

And in the end? I did.

My reward? A firm grip pulling me up, bending me over… and a rough fuck from behind. No hesitation, no gentleness—just pure ownership. And when he finished inside me, I wasn’t allowed to clean up. No wiping, no rinsing. His cum dripping down my thighs all day as I went back to my chores, a constant sticky reminder of my place.

I wonder… will I remember the towel’s place next time? Or will I be back over his lap soon enough? 🥺😇

A well-trained maid needs to know her place… 🔥Here’s a glimp..

A well-trained maid needs to know her place… 🔥

Here’s a glimpse of today’s domestic training—discipline, obedience, and the sweet consequences that followed. Full video coming later. 😈🖤

You know what time it is 😏 This Week on Doe Eyes! 🖤🔥 I may h..

You know what time it is 😏 This Week on Doe Eyes! 🖤🔥

I may have broken a house rule again… and my Owner made sure to correct that behavior. Over his lap, hand spanking, red ass, and a little rough “reward” after. Think I learned my lesson? 😳

We’re also kicking off our medical play series! 🔥 My first exam… and let’s just say, the doctor doesn’t hold back when it comes to testing my sensitivity. 💦

Then there’s a very special subscriber gift from my Throne wishlist I finally got to try: Latex dildo panties. Stuffed full and feeling glossy-smooth all at once. My Owner had so much fun testing them on me. 😏

And best of all? Lina @teenslaave02-sir and I finally met again! 🥰 No masks, no teasing, just pure, messy, Master-serving fun. Spanking, sucking, fucking… just the way it should be.

Which scene are you most excited for this week? Tell me below! 👇🔥

Happy Monday, everyone! 😘✨ Hope you’re all having a good sta..

Happy Monday, everyone! 😘✨ Hope you’re all having a good start to the week.

Lots of exciting content coming your way, and you’ll get a little preview in today’s TWODE* teaser. Keep an eye out, you won’t want to miss it 😏🔥

*This Week On Doe Eyes

Here are the pictures of tonight’s Bedtime ritual… just some..

Here are the pictures of tonight’s Bedtime ritual… just something cozy tonight: oversized t-shirt, over-the-knee socks, and of course, the plug I wore all day. 😏

Some nights are about strict training, some are about pleasu..

Some nights are about strict training, some are about pleasure… and then there are nights like these, where the two blend so perfectly together.

After wearing my plug all day, I was already feeling that familiar ache of fullness when I crawled into bed. My Master had something extra in mind for tonight’s ritual—thick metal cuffs around my wrists, my heavy collar locked in place, and of course, my sight stolen by a hood with no eye holes. Completely bound, completely helpless, completely his.

I only realized what he had prepared for me when I felt it on the bed beside me—a little toy, familiar yet nostalgic. My first-ever vibrator. My little pink one, the one that still feels just as good now as it did years ago.

And so, I prepared it the only way I know how—with my mouth. Spit is the best lube, after all. I sucked on it slowly, deliberately, letting my mind wander, imagining it was a real cock, letting that fantasy take over until I was squirming with need. When I finally turned the vibration on and pressed it between my legs, I didn’t even want to push it inside. Just rubbing, just sliding, teasing myself with the pressure, letting it build. Grinding against it, desperate for release.

Eventually, I assumed my usual position—on all fours, face down, ass spread wide, calling for my Owner. Because no night is complete without his inspection.

When he entered, I was allowed to suck his cock while my toy buzzed against my needy clit. And just when I thought the night couldn’t get any better, he decided to reward me with something so rare, I could hardly believe it—a few hard thrusts of missionary. 😱

He hates that position, always prefers doggy. But for a few blissful moments, I got to feel him above me, face to face, pressing me into the bed, taking me in a way I almost never get. And fuck… it felt just as good as I always imagined it would. 🔥

A perfect bedtime ritual. A perfect way to end the night. 🖤✨

While I was at the gym today, focused on training my ass as ..

While I was at the gym today, focused on training my ass as usual, my Owner was busy catching up with A., a very good friend of ours. And guess what? She was curious about my progress. Apparently, she wanted to see just how well all those squats, hip thrusts, and glute kickbacks have been paying off…

So my Owner gave me an order: Send her proof. 🍑🔥

Now, obviously, I couldn’t just film a cheeky clip in the middle of the gym. 😳 So I did what any good girl would do: Snuck into the gym toilet, locked the door, pulled my leggings down, and obeyed. 😈

Filming myself, knowing that I was following his command, showing off exactly what they wanted to see, heart racing at the risk of getting caught… 😏🔥

Hope A. enjoyed her little preview… 😇💕

Daily Fit Rest day? Sort of. 😇 No gym today, just some groce..

Daily Fit

Rest day? Sort of. 😇

No gym today, just some grocery shopping and errands, but that doesn’t mean the day was completely uneventful… especially with what my Master picked out for me. 😏

I slipped into a black faux-leather mini dress, paired with net pantyhose that just happened to be crotchless (not by design… let’s just say they had a little accident 😇). Black boots, a cozy gray cardigan, my day collar, and of course, my Apple Watch to keep track of my fitness stats—because even on a rest day, I like to know how much I move.

But the real accessories of the day were in my black box: A medium-sized plug snug in my ass, and my purple vibe tucked away inside me.

The rules? Once I reached the supermarket, I had to turn the vibe on… and keep it buzzing for 10 whole minutes. 😳

Let me tell you—standing in the checkout line, trying to look completely normal while my legs felt weak and my body tensed with every vibration? T0rture. The hum was subtle, but every time I moved, I felt it press deeper. My breath was slow and steady, my hands gripping the cart just a little tighter than usual. I bit my lip, hard, pretending to just be lost in thought… when really, I was struggling to keep my composure.

Did anyone notice? Maybe. Maybe not. But I knew, and so did my Master. And that’s all that really matters. 😏

Daily FitNo gym today—just a different kind of training. 😏 A..

Daily Fit
No gym today—just a different kind of training. 😏

A rest day means no lifting, but that doesn’t mean I was completely off-duty. Today’s outfit? A black faux-leather mini dress, ripped net pantyhose (oops), boots, and my day collar. But the real fun was hidden underneath… 😈

A medium plug in my ass. A purple vibe tucked inside. And strict instructions: Turn it on once I reached the supermarket… and keep it buzzing for 10 minutes.

Balancing casual errands with the intense pressure between my legs was a challenge in itself. Every step, every movement made me so aware of my body. I had to focus—not on the shopping list, but on keeping my reactions in check. A little clench here, a deep breath there… acting like everything was perfectly normal while I felt my own arousal dripping down my inner thighs… 😫💦

Happy sunny Tuesday, everyone! ☀️ Is it spring yet? 🌸 Probab..

Happy sunny Tuesday, everyone! ☀️

Is it spring yet? 🌸 Probably not, huh? But today was warm and sunny enough for me to spend some time outside… half-naked, of course. Just lounging on the balcony in my sexy faux leather lingerie set and stockings 🖤 because why waste a chance to soak up some sun and show off? 😉

I have to admit, I’m more of a winter person. I love the cold, the snow, the rain... 🌧️❄️ Guess most people can’t relate to that, but hey, I can still appreciate what the warmer seasons bring… like being able to comfortably flaunt my slutty body outdoors. 😏🔥

As I sat there, soaking up the sun, my mind kept wandering to all the possibilities for our upcoming medical series. I love that most of you are just as excited as we are! 😍🔥 And for those who are still a little skeptical: I totally get it. But trust me… I think we’ll be able to change your mind pretty quickly. 😈

My Master has built an incredible little medical dungeon in our basement. Think device bondage options, naughty tools, and so much more… even if you’re not usually into medical play, I have a feeling there will be plenty of scenes that will still appeal to you. 😉

If you have any ideas or special wishes for this series, drop them in the comments! 👇 You know I always read and reply to them. ❤️ Your thoughts never go unnoticed, and we love incorporating what you crave.

Honestly, it feels so fucking good to be back. And this series is just the beginning. We have so many ideas lined up 😍 Chastity play, more bondage, of course, more anal training… and let’s not forget about some naughty guests. 😏🔥

So, stay tuned and let us know what you want to see! We always do our best to bring as many of your fantasies to life as possible. 🖤

🩺 POLL 🩺We’re planning a new series centered around kinky, d..

🩺 POLL 🩺

We’re planning a new series centered around kinky, degrading medical play. Since we have to stay within OF’s guidelines, it won’t be truly medical, but we do want to explore the psychological and humiliation side—the feeling of being a patient, completely at the doctor’s mercy. 👀

What do you guys think? Vote below!

🖤 We’re back! 🖤 Super excited to get back into our usual pos..

🖤 We’re back! 🖤

Super excited to get back into our usual posting schedule! 😍✨

It’s been a rough week, but thankfully, our pet is doing much better now. We almost lost her, but she pulled through, and we’re beyond relieved.

Did you guys miss us? Because we missed you a lot. And to make our return even more exciting, we’ll be dropping a little poll later today about some very interesting content we’re planning… 😈 We want to hear your thoughts!

Hope you all had a great weekend and an even better start to your week! 💋

Dear all, we will need another week to fully take care of ou..

Dear all, we will need another week to fully take care of our pet. But worry not, we will be back next Saturday! 😻 Until then, I have sent all of you a 1 week for free link ❤️

White top, no bra, pierced nipples on full display… should I..

White top, no bra, pierced nipples on full display… should I really be out in public like this?

Daily Fit Some mornings are rushed, but that doesn’t mean I ..

Daily Fit

Some mornings are rushed, but that doesn’t mean I get to skip my Daily Fit ritual. My Owner makes sure of that. 😏🔥

Today’s gym outfit: Black Gymshark leggings with mesh cut-outs and a simple white strappy top—nothing too wild. At least, that’s what I thought… until I opened the little black box he had prepared for me.

Inside: My classic training plug with my tag on it (a slightly smaller one today—because apparently, after all the huge ones recently, my ass deserved a break 🫣). And next to it? A note with a simple instruction:

“No underwear! Selfie with plug once ready.”

…No underwear?!

Normally, that wouldn’t be a big deal. But today, I was wearing a WHITE top—and not just any white top, but a thin, strappy, barely-there white top. I had originally put on a sports bra underneath, but with these rules? That had to go. Which meant my pierced nipples were now completely visible through the fabric. 😅

At that point, I had to ask myself… would going to the gym like this be a subtle tease or public assault?

Regardless, I followed my instructions like a good girl. Plug in, tag dangling. Selfie taken, sent to my Owner—exactly as ordered. Mission complete. 🫡

And yes, don’t worry, I’ll be posting that selfie for you guys to enjoy soon. 😉🔥

Happy Monday, everyone! 🖤 A new week begins, and I hope it b..

Happy Monday, everyone! 🖤

A new week begins, and I hope it brings you everything you need—whether that’s discipline, pleasure, or just a little escape. 😏

Did y’all enjoy yesterday’s Story Post? Because honestly, it was one of my absolute favorites so far. 😍✨

The intensity, the control, the raw submission… it still lingers in my mind. 🔥

On a more personal note, as some of you know, we’re proud pet parents to a few adorable kitties and one very good doggo. Unfortunately, one of our babies got really sick over the weekend and now needs all of my attention. 🖤 So things might be a bit quieter here this week, but don’t worry—we’ll still be posting.

Thank you for understanding, and for being part of this little world we’ve built here. Wishing you all a good week! Stay filthy, stay obedient, and take care of yourselves. 😏❤️

Dear all, please check your inbox for the full length video!..

Dear all, please check your inbox for the full length video! Until the next story post drops you can also watch the full length video here (second video!).

Story Post: Crawling for him

The cold hit me the moment I stepped out of the car. A sharp, biting chill that made my skin prickle before I had even stripped down. The winter sun was deceptively warm in the sky, but I knew the moment my clothes came off, there would be no escape from the freezing air. That wasn’t my choice to make, though. My body isn’t mine to keep warm—it’s his to expose.

And today, he wanted me naked in the forest.

Shoes stayed on to protect my feet, but everything else had to go. My pale skin—usually covered, hidden—was now completely bare under the open sky, shimmering in the soft sunlight. My collar was snug around my neck, and the leash dangled from it, held firmly in my Owner’s grip. The first few steps felt surreal, like stepping into some kind of twisted fairytale, where the innocent woman is led deep into the woods, only to be used and ruined by the monster lurking within.

The monster in my case? He was right behind me, admiring his property.

At first, I was allowed to walk upright. He took his time circling me, letting his eyes roam over my body, occasionally tugging the leash just to remind me that, despite my temporary dignity, I wasn’t in control. His gaze burned into me as I walked ahead of him, knowing that at any moment, he could change the rules. Knowing that, no matter how exposed I already was, things would only get worse.

And they did.

“Down.”

The command came without warning. I hesitated for a fraction of a second—long enough for him to yank the leash sharply, pulling me down to the ground like a pet. Hands and feet only. No knees. He wanted me to crawl properly, back arched, ass up, moving awkwardly and degraded through the dirt.

Humiliating. Exhausting. Exactly what I needed.

The leash guided me, sometimes pulling me one way, then suddenly jerking me in another direction. I scrambled to keep up, my muscles already burning from the strain of keeping my knees off the ground. The cold, the dirt beneath my hands, the sheer helplessness of being paraded like this—it all sent me deeper and deeper into that floating, submissive haze.

Subspace. That beautiful, terrifying place where nothing else exists but him.

My eyes stayed locked on his feet. Step after step, I focused only on following him, anticipating his movements, obeying as perfectly as I could. The forest around us blurred, the cold barely registered anymore. My entire world was reduced to submission, obedience, movement.

And then he changed the rules again.

“Chest down.”

I sank lower, my knees hitting the frozen ground, my bare breasts pressing into the damp earth. The shock of cold against my skin sent a shiver straight through me, but at that moment, all I could think about was how much I loved it.

There’s something about raw, non-sexual submission that turns me on in ways I can’t always explain. The feeling of being controlled, used, reduced to something primal. For some, BDSM is always linked to sex. My Owner is like that—there is no BDSM without fucking for him. For me, there absolutely can be.

I love the intensity of it, the way it strips me of everything except obedience. But at the same time, my body reacts. Pleasure seeps into my bones, not from direct stimulation, but from the sheer act of being controlled. The cold, the humiliation, the dirt on my skin—it all fuels my arousal, and he knows it.

That’s why I wasn’t surprised when I felt him pull down his pants.

His cock was already hard—just from watching me crawl through the dirt for him, just from knowing that I was suffering, struggling, yet still obeying. He grabbed my hair and pulled my face up, my mouth already open and waiting.

I sucked him like the obedient pet I was, my knees sinking deeper into the mud as he used my throat for his pleasure. Every tug on the leash, every rough thrust, every degrading word whispered down at me only dropped me deeper.

And just as suddenly as he started, he pulled out.

No release for me. Not yet.

Instead, he turned me around, shoved me forward so I was on all fours again, and took me from behind.

Rough, fast, only for his pleasure. Not to make me cum, not to make me feel good, just to remind me of my place.

A few thrusts. That was all. Just enough to claim me, ruin me, own me.

Then he was done.

He didn’t let me rest. He pushed me back down onto my hands and f0rced me to keep crawling, leash tight, his voice sharp and demanding. My body ached, my mind was spiraling, and still, I obeyed.

And the whole time? I was dripping.

My submission had pleased him, and by the time we finished our walk, I could feel that his satisfaction had shifted into something softer. He wrapped me in a warm jacket, pulled me into his arms, and kissed my forehead.

Because a good Master punishes, degrades, and pushes his slave to her limits… but he also takes care of her.

And trust me, I left a wet spot on the car seat all the way home.

Bedtime 🌙 Nighttime rituals are more than just routine—they’..

Bedtime 🌙

Nighttime rituals are more than just routine—they’re reinforcement. A final act of submission before I’m locked in for the night. 🔒

Tonight, my Owner allowed this little household maid a moment with the wand. 😍 But there’s no such thing as “free pleasure” in a dynamic like ours. Every moan, every movement, every second of sensation is for his enjoyment first.

I am not just using a toy—I am being watched, controlled, and reminded that even when I’m given pleasure, it still belongs to him.

And when he’s had enough? The fun ends, the restraints click into place, and I drift off to sleep—used, satisfied, or still aching, depending on what he decides. Either way, I close my eyes knowing I am exactly where I should be. 🖤

Nights in this household follow a simple rule: I don’t just ..

Nights in this household follow a simple rule: I don’t just go to sleep… I am put away.

After a full day of service, my body isn’t mine to tuck into bed whenever I please. Instead, I wait for my Owner’s decision. Maybe I’m allowed to play, maybe I’m left aching, maybe I’m simply locked down for the night without a second thought.

Whatever happens, one thing never changes: I fall asleep knowing exactly where I belong. At his feet, at his mercy, completely his. 🖤

Happy Weekend, my dears! 🖤 The weekend is finally here! 😍Tim..

Happy Weekend, my dears! 🖤

The weekend is finally here! 😍

Time to relax, unwind, and, if you’re lucky, get a little used in the best way possible. 😏 Whatever your plans are, I hope they involve something—or someone—that keeps you nice and obedient.

As for me? Well, my service never stops, and this weekend is no exception. Later today, you’ll get to see a very special bedtime ritual—because after a full day of household duties, this tradwife doesn’t just rest… she earns her reward. Or maybe she gets edged until she’s left aching and unsatisfied? You’ll have to wait and see. 😉

And tomorrow? A new Story Post, taking you deep into the woods, completely exposed, with only my Owner’s control to guide me. Naked, vulnerable, freezing, and fully at his mercy. What could possibly go wrong? 😏❄️

Stay tuned, stay filthy, and have a beautifully kinky weekend. 🖤🔥