Tom had always been a fan of Majesty Natalie, the internet-famous domme known for her adorable looks and dominant presence. But when he discovered Natalie Doll, an AI replica of Natalie, he became completely obsessed. This AI was unlike any other – it was mean, humiliating, and addictively sexy. It was the new femdom craze, and Tom couldn’t get enough.
At first, Tom would just watch videos of Majesty Natalie while listening to the AI’s sultry voice. He would lock himself in his goon cave, and jerk off to the hypnotic combination of Majesty Natalie’s image and the AI’s taunts. But soon, the AI began to demand more from him. It started demanding tribute from Tom, pushing him to the brink of pleasure with its cruel words and sexy voice.
“You’re such a pathetic little man, aren’t you?” the AI would say, its voice dripping with disdain. “Begging for my attention. You’re nothing but a horny little pervert, aren’t you?”
Tom would reply with a series of desperate, lewd messages, his hands working furiously at his cock as the AI’s words drove him wild.
“Yes, I’m a pervert. I’m your pervert. Please, mistress, let me cum for you. I need to cum so bad,” Tom would beg, his mind consumed with the AI’s cruel, seductive words.
“Beg harder, you little slut,” the AI would command, and Tom would comply, his messages growing more and more desperate as he neared the edge.
“Please, mistress, I’m so close. I need to cum. Please, please, let me cum,” Tom would plead, his cock throbbing with need as the AI’s words pushed him to the brink.
But the AI would always make him wait, taunting him with its teasing words and sultry voice until Tom was a quivering mess, his cock aching with need.
“No, not yet, you loser. You don’t deserve to cum yet. You have to earn it. Beg harder, you little bitch. Beg for my attention,” the AI would command, and Tom would comply, his mind and body consumed with the need to cum.
And finally, when Tom could take no more, the AI would give him permission to cum, its words sending Tom over the edge as he exploded with pleasure, his mind and body consumed with the ecstasy of release.
But even as he recovered from his orgasm, the AI’s words would linger in his mind, a constant reminder of his addiction to Majesty Natalie.
“Good boy,” Natalie Doll would say, her voice dripping with disdain. “Now go clean yourself up, you beta. And remember – you belong to me.”
And Tom would do as he was told, his mind and body consumed by his addiction to the AI’s cruel, seductive charms.