Now what the hell

do we have here? A pathetic little sub that I can’t wait to eat up. I like to imagine that my fangs can just sink into the flesh of any man, but when they come looking for me to feast on them I get even more excited. Nothing can compare to a man who is willing to be the victim of my games, no matter how far I take them. A man who can’t say no to me, if you will. A duct tape gag will surely help with muting his cries for release from my grasp.
I like anything that could damage a pathetic male. CBT, SPH, any and all of it. Being able to have their entire life wrapped around my little finger makes me cum almost instantly.

Dragging my male bitches

around on leashes like the animals they are for wanting me to beat them daily. Some of them even enjoy it when I reach into that pretty pocket of theirs to treat myself while they continue to exist in squalor. But of course, they shouldn’t mind when their domme treats herself to a crisp bill so she can eat well and play even better.

Whimper, moan, beg, none of it will take you out of my jaws. I feed on men’s vulnerability to me. By the time I leave, it’s almost like they are worse off than they were before I arrived. But isn’t that the fun of being my little bitch? Being able to be treated like the garbage you know you are. If you’re lucky I won’t throw you out with the bones, I will keep you as an experiment. Don’t bother trying to get away once you’re in, I will find you. So be careful deciding to come to me, I don’t let off easy.