Ending: SOLEMATE

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“Anything for you,” he said, letting out a pathetic noise as he finally took her feet in each of his hands. They were so small he could wrap his fingers around them easily. They were just as soft as they looked, the arches so velvety he wanted to rub his face against them. Instead he pressed his thumbs into the pads of her foot, her arch, rubbing circles.

“That’s enough,” she said, far too soon. “Now, you’re going to buy me more, right?”

“Yes,” he agreed. Somewhere, deep inside of him, he knew this wasn’t right. He didn’t have enough money to spend on this pretty girl. And he didn’t even like feet! But he’d already placed an order for a pack of name brand socks before she’d left his sight, slipping away back into the mall, weighed down with the shopping bags.

Ken thought the feelings would fade over time, but they didn’t. He maintained contact with Natalie, spending money on her far more often than he got to see her, much less her feet. And, to his horror, he realized it wasn’t just her feet that interested him now, either. Sandaled feet drove him crazy, but the secretive socked feet were nearly as bad. He’d been corrupted, and he didn’t even understand how. All he knew was he was fully engrossed in Majesty Natalie, in her feet, and it had taken over his life.

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Majesty Natalie was at the mall, one of her favorite places, when she spotted Kenneth. He was minding his own business, eating lunch in the food court, when her eyes met his. Instantly, he was enthralled. It was more than just the fact that Natalie was attractive, though that was true. There was something about those big, doe-like eyes in her cute, innocent-looking face that pulled him in. He set his sandwich down mindlessly, not even hungry any more. She smiled, and it was the sweetest smile he’d ever seen, even if it was a bit of a devilish grin. She tossed her dark hair over her shoulder, tipping her head towards the doors leading out to a courtyard. It was a bit cold out and looked as if it might rain, so the place was deserted. It would just be him and her out there.

Ken’s heart pounded, excitement making him clammy. He stood, hurrying over to the door before her so he could open it for her, leaving his lunch forgotten. As she drew closer he began to appreciate just how small she was. She couldn’t have been above five feet tall, and her frame was tiny, doll-like. She was wearing a baggy shirt that cut off just below her ribs, exposing a patch of tanned belly that made his cock twitch. She wore tight, stretchy shorts, which showed off how firm her ass and thighs were, her tight perky body driving him crazy. His eyes continued down her body, noting the knee-high white socks she wore as well as the chunky white sneakers. God, her feet were tiny. Ken had never been a foot guy, but he had to admit her feet were cute.

Natalie followed his gaze with a knowing smirk, then wiggled her feet for him, which pulled a groan from her new victim. Her smile widened. She stepped away from the glass door, out of sight from the rest of the people in the mall, and Ken followed like an obedient dog, practically drooling after her. She sat down on a bench seat, Ken standing across from her, and slowly kicked off one of her shoes. She wiggled her foot again, and Ken audibly sucked in a breath. The next shoe followed, until she was in her stocking feet.

Ken couldn’t get over just how small her feet were. The socks were driving him crazy, since they hugged the arch and hinted at the toes but didn’t reveal them. His cock was positively aching, all for a pair of feet! He felt like he’d been hypnotized or something! But before he could analyze his feelings further Natalie began to roll down one of her socks, and it was all he could do to not groan.

He caught sight of her smooth heel first, then the rest of her foot was exposed, and finally those teeny tiny toes, nail painted hot pink. He felt faint with desire, dropping to his knees to be at the same level of her lovely foot. She showed him the perfectly smooth sole and he was gone, fully enthralled, before she could even get the second sock off. With both feet bare, she playfully rubbed them together, which really did make Ken moan. He didn’t care if anyone heard him. He didn’t care about anything except Natalie’s feet.

“You like what you see, don’t you?” Her voice matched her body, cute in a bratty, self-assured way. She wasn’t trying to conceal how amused she was to see him on his knees, worshipping her feet.

“Yes,” he breathed.

“Do you want to touch them?” Of course he did. He’d never wanted anything more. “Not yet!” She snapped when he dared to reach out a hand towards her bare feet. “You really think I’d let you touch me already? You haven’t earned it, have you?”

He shook his head dumbly, wanting to beg, needing to know what he had to do to make himself worthy of touching those soft-looking soles.

“Give me your phone,” she demanded. She took it from him, making sure not to let even a finger brush his hand. She fiddled with it for a moment, then her own, then his again before handing it back. “I’ve added you to my wish list. Go buy me three pairs of shoes,” she ordered with a snap. He jumped to his feet, dazed. “Normally you could send them right to my house, but since we’re here you might as well get them now.” She snapped again. “Hurry up.”

He raced off, checking his phone as he scurried to three different stores, buying not three but five pairs of shoes for her, just to prove his commitment. He found her where he’d left her, adding more shoes and socks and accessories to her wish list. She accepted the overflowing bags containing the shoe boxes with glee, inspecting each pair of shoes in turn. She squealed and clapped her hands but ignored the man standing in front of. It was slightly humiliating, since he’d just spent so much money on her, but he found he liked it.

Natalie nodded to herself, then met his eyes again. “You may kneel.”

“Yes, princess,” he said, kneeling.

“You may massage them,” she allowed, offering him her feet. “Make it feel good.”

“Anything for you,” he said, letting out a pathetic noise as he finally took her feet in each of his hands. They were so small he could wrap his fingers around them easily. They were just as soft as they looked, the arches so velvety he wanted to rub his face against them. Instead he pressed his thumbs into the pads of her foot, her arch, rubbing circles.

“That’s enough,” she said, far too soon. “Now, you’re going to buy me more, right?”

“Yes,” he agreed. Somewhere, deep inside of him, he knew this wasn’t right. He didn’t have enough money to spend on this pretty girl. And he didn’t even like feet! But he’d already placed an order for a pack of name brand socks before she’d left his sight, slipping away back into the mall, weighed down with the shopping bags.

Ken thought the feelings would fade over time, but they didn’t. He maintained contact with Natalie, spending money on her far more often than he got to see her, much less her feet. And, to his horror, he realized it wasn’t just her feet that interested him now, either. Sandaled feet drove him crazy, but the secretive socked feet were nearly as bad. He’d been corrupted, and he didn’t even understand how. All he knew was he was fully engrossed in Natalie, in her feet, and it had taken over his life.

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Call to Worship My Feet: Live Femdom Foot Fetish Phone Sex

You Want My Feet in Your Mouth—Say It

You don’t just have a foot fetish.
You have a thing for mine.

You’ve been watching my foot clips—stroking to my arches, staring at my soles, obsessing over how my toes move. You edge to the sound of my voice while imagining my feet pressed against your lips. You picture it over and over until your body reacts without even thinking.

But you haven’t called. Not yet.

So I’ll make this simple:
If you want to worship my feet for real, you call me.


This is what happens when you do:

You tell me which clip you can’t stop watching.
I tell you to close your eyes.
I walk you through it—step by step.
You imagine me placing my foot on your face. My heel on your chest. My toes in your mouth.
And I don’t stop talking until you’re weak.

You worship me while I describe what I’m doing to you.
You repeat after me. You thank me.
You don’t move unless I say so.
And you don’t cum unless I give permission.

That’s foot worship. For real.


This isn’t just about getting off.
It’s about giving in.

You already follow my voice in clips. You already stroke to my soles.
But when you call, I take your fetish and make it live. Focused. Inescapable.

I make you feel owned through the phone.
And once you’ve experienced that?
My clips hit harder. Your obsession deepens. Your submission gets real.


If you’ve ever wanted me to step on your face,
If you’ve ever begged the screen to let you suck my toes,
If you’ve ever whispered “goddess” while stroking to my feet—

It’s time to call.

You’re not watching anymore. You’re obeying.

Start now: CALL ME


And keep buying my clips.
They train you. They reinforce everything I say on the phone.
Watch them. Stroke to them. Then call me and make it real.

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Why Submitting Over the Phone Makes You Feel Completely Owned

You already submit to me in small ways.

You buy my clips. You watch them on repeat. You edge to my voice, follow my instructions, and let them loop until your brain is soft. You’ve trained your body to respond to me—even when I’m not there.

That’s the first layer of submission.
It’s passive. Safe. Controlled. You’re still behind a screen.

But you want more. That’s why you’re reading this.
You’re starting to crave a deeper kind of control—live submission. Real-time obedience.
And the only way to feel that is to stop watching and start engaging.

That’s where femdom phone sex comes in.

When you call, you’re not just hearing my voice. You’re surrendering to it. You’re giving up control in the moment, fully exposed, with no pause button and no hiding.

It’s the difference between fantasizing and experiencing.


The Real Power of Femdom Phone Sex

You probably don’t even realize how much control I already have over you. The way you think about me throughout the day. The way you reach for your wallet when I post. The way your whole body reacts to a few simple words.

Now imagine what that does to you when it’s not a clip. When I’m actually there. Speaking to you. Calling you by name. Adjusting my tone in real time, based on how you sound. Telling you exactly what to do.

That’s not fantasy anymore.
That’s phone domination—and it pulls you deeper than any video ever could.

You don’t get to control the rhythm.
You don’t get to pick the moment.
You respond to my voice, and I decide how far it goes.

This isn’t about acting or pretending. It’s about your mind submitting now. Fully. Silently. Obediently.


Why Submissive Men Need to Call, Not Just Watch

Here’s the truth: if you’re collecting my clips, you’re already halfway in.
You’re following my voice. You’re training. You’re learning how it feels to listen. But clips are still one-sided. You can start and stop them. You control the timeline.

A live call takes away all of that control.
You have to respond, not react.
You have to listen, not scroll.
And you get no choice in when it ends or how hard it hits.

That deepens your submission.
It makes you feel smaller. More focused. More connected.

You walk away from a call feeling like something actually happened—because it did.
You submitted, live. You gave yourself over. And that kind of obedience lingers.


What Happens During a Femdom Phone Session?

No two calls are the same. But the energy is.

You call. I answer. And from the first word, I take control. You’re quiet. Maybe nervous. I can hear it in your breathing. I can feel the way your voice shifts. And I know exactly how to lead you deeper.

Whether I’m giving you bratty JOI, verbal humiliation, or guiding you through a fetish phone session, the goal is always the same:

To pull you out of the fantasy, and into full-body submission.
To make you forget you’re even holding a phone.
To make you forget you’re allowed to think for yourself at all.

That’s why men who crave real power exchange don’t just buy clips—they call.


How Calling Reinforces Your Training

Calls don’t replace clips—they reinforce them.

Once you’ve heard me in real time, your entire relationship with my content changes. My voice lands differently. My words hit harder. You’ve been corrected. You’ve been directed. You’ve submitted while I was actually there.

So now, when you go back to a clip, it’s no longer entertainment.
It’s memory.
It’s ritual.
It’s real to your nervous system.

Your submission gets stronger because it’s been shaped by something live. Something personal. Something direct.

You’re not just playing a part anymore. You’re in it.

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Femdom Phone Sex, Gooning, and Deeper Obedience

If you’ve already been training with my content—especially if you’re into gooning, brainwash JOI, or long-term obedience—then you need to call. Not because a call is better than a clip. But because a call makes the clip work harder.

When I speak to you live, I activate every part of your addiction.
The words. The rhythm. The tone. The space between them.

I stretch your focus. I remove your choices. I make you feel owned in the moment—because you are.

And the next time you stroke to me?
You’ll remember how that felt.
You’ll drop even faster. Obey even easier. Crave even deeper.

That’s what live femdom phone sex does.


What to Do Next

If you’ve been following my content, watching, stroking, edging, collecting—it’s time to take the next step. You already know this is about more than just pleasure. This is about submission.

Buy the next clip. Stay trained. Stay obsessed.
Then call me. Let it settle in. Let it all click into place.

Let go of control—and let me speak directly to the part of you that’s already mine.

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Final Girl Laurie Hypnotizes Hans the Butcher to Escape Camp Happy Trails! (mind control, hypnosis)

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Camp Happy Trails had a kind of vibe that Laurie thought was classic and outdoorsy in a fun way, though she could have done with a nicer shower setup. Still, she managed to keep her pretty blonde hair well-groomed and her skin clean. Only Laurie could pull off the camp-aesthetic so well while also maintaining her bratty, confident persona. She wasn’t down to earth; she was above it. Her cut-off jean shorts and t-shirt looked as good on her as designer clothes did on other people.

 

In the flickering light of the fire, Laurie’s face glowed.

“I could handle him,” she said, in her self-possessed, unself-conscious way. “I’d sorta like to see him try,” she added, flipping her hair over her shoulder as she leaned closer to the fire.

“I don’t know many people who could survive Hans the Butcher,” her friend said, shivering a little, though she didn’t directly say she didn’t think Laurie could. If anyone could, it would be Laurie. “He’s so creepy.”

The next morning, there was an axe mark in the tree by the fire, directly above where Laurie’s head had been the night before. Laurie looked at it, cocking her head to the side. The other girls watched her, eyes wide and scared. Then she laughed, high and feminine and teasing.

“Let’s play, then!” Laurie called into the woods. “Come and get me.”

Hans’ presence followed them around, stalking them. It was like he was drawn to Laurie, but he never let himself get too close. The other girls were terrified, even though they tried to be brave like their friend. It wasn’t even bravery, though, not really. Laurie was just unfazed. She continued to taunt him. If she saw his looming figure in the shadows, she’d beckon him closer with a wink. If she heard his footsteps through the camp at night, she’d call out to him, daring him to approach her.

“Come on,” Laurie said. “We’re not going to just sit around and let him terrorize us.” She was trying—successfully, of course, because she was her—to rally her friends to go out and look for Hans. “We can terrorize him back,” she said, smirking. She’d gotten tired of her friends being scared and was taking action. If he wasn’t going to make a move, she would.

She led her friends through the forest, each of them jumping at every little sound, tree branches snapping, even birds chirping, but not Laurie. She scanned the woods ahead of her with a gleam in her eye. When she caught sight of the cabin, she knew it was his. It was like something from a horror movie, with shuttered windows and a sagging roof, and even Laurie’s magnetism couldn’t convince her friends to go inside.

“Well then, stick together,” Laurie said, rolling her eyes. “And wait for me right here. Scream if you see him.” And with that, she slipped into the cabin, taking it in with gleaming eyes. Her gaze flicked over axes and sledgehammers, all of them smaller than the fabled one he carried. She saw his bed, rumpled and massive, and, beside it, a journal. She grabbed it with glee, riffling through the pages. She giggled as she read, her smile growing wider and wider.

“He’s obsessed with control,” she told her friends after they’d returned to camp. Laurie was practically vibrating with excitement, rubbing her thighs together. Between her legs, heat had gathered, just thinking about how she’d manipulate Hans with the knowledge she’d gained.

“He’s terrified that someone might hypnotize him, especially someone like me. A woman.” She laughed, smiling at each of her friends in turn. “I think he’s extra susceptible to hypnosis from someone pretty,” she said, sounding neither vain nor apologetic for calling herself pretty. It was simply a fact.

“Did you hear that, Hans!” Laurie called. Though her voice was still high and loud, it had taken on a hypnotic rhythm. “I know you’re scared of me, scared of how much you want me. You want me so badly, don’t you, Hans? Then come get me.”

It was more than a taunt this time. It was a fish-hook, pulling him in, tugging him closer whether he wanted to be drawn in or not. He couldn’t fight the way Laurie pulled him towards her.

“Come out now,” she commanded. “I’m tired of this game.”

Hans’ feet weren’t the only part of his body that betrayed him as he found himself leaving the shadows of the woods, creeping towards Laurie’s fire. His cock, too, stiffened to attention, and worst of all, he wanted to go to her. He broke through the woodline, into the clearing of Camp Happy Trails. Laurie stood, facing him, though there remained a big space between them. Her friends gasped and moved behind her, terrified. But Laurie only smiled that bratty, confident smile Hans found so infuriating and attractive.

“Finally,” she breathed, and the fact that she wasn’t scared of him at all made his stomach clench. “Come closer.” She lifted a mesmerizing finger, indicating that he should obey her. He did, despite his mental protests.

“Aw, look at that,” she murmured. “You’re not so tough after all, are you?” Hans tried to snarl, but he found, to his embarrassment, that only a feeble little moan left his mouth. Laurie tossed her head back and laughed.

“Get on your knees,” she said as she snapped her fingers, and Hans found himself falling to his knees. Laurie sashayed her way closer to him, her movements slow and sensual, her breasts swaying slightly under her t-shirt, the bare skin of her thighs taunting him. She came to a stop directly in front of him, looking down her nose at him with a smile that made pre-cum ooze from his cock. He stifled another groan.

“How pathetic,” Laurie said, leaning closer, close enough that he could feel her breath as it curled under the edges of his mask. He was a big man, and even on his knees, he was almost eye-level with her. Still, he’d never felt so small.

“You’re nothing without me,” she murmured, and he wasn’t sure if it had been true before that moment, but he knew it was true now. “You’re just a toy for me to play with.” He was. He was.

“We’re going to leave now,” she said, snapping her fingers again. “This has gotten boring for me. But it’s not over for you.” She grabbed the ear of his mask, tugging it to the side and making his head move. “You’re obsessed with me. You’re obsessed with me. You’re obsessed with me.” She continued on a loop. She pushed his head to the other side and he let her; he was, after all, a toy for her to play with.

“You’re trapped, thinking about me, missing me, being humiliated by how easy it was for me to defeat you,” she said. And then she leaned forward and kissed the top of his mask. It wasn’t a loving kiss. It was taunting and full of dominance, the kind of kiss an executioner might put on the forehead of the head he was about to lob off. Then she pushed him away from her and spun on her heel, not sparing him a second look.

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Chapter 1
The cabin was beautiful but isolated. It looked a little like a place one might film a holiday Hallmark movie, James thought. Tall pine trees surrounded the humble cabin, all lightly covered with white snow. This high up in the mountains there was already a layer of snow that crunched under his feet as he hauled his suitcase up the front steps of the cabin. There was a bite to the air and he shook snowflakes out of his hair as he unlocked the door.

He pushed it open, finding the place just as cozy on the inside as it appeared on the outside. He supposed it would be the perfect place to get a lot of work done. It was deep in the mountains, away from any town, but close enough to cell towers that the internet was fast and reliable. The interior was pleasant and homey with blankets thrown over the back of chairs, warm rugs, and a fireplace with a stack of wood ready to go beside it. There appeared to be a more modern method of heating as well, since the place was already quite warm. It seemed like the kind of place someone’s grandmother would bake ginger spiced cookies in and sip hot chocolate while watching snow fall outside the windows.

It was beautiful and James was already a bit bored. He settled in quickly, opening his computer to get a bit of work done before going to bed early—it had been a long drive.

The snow that had been falling idyllically on his drive up into the mountains started to fall harder as James slept. It came down in thick flakes that stuck to the window ledges and buried his rental car. By the time James woke up, he was snowed in. By the time lunch rolled around, James became a bit alarmed that he might be snowed in for a while.

His internet still worked, miraculously, but it seemed like his communication with the outside world was impacted by the storm. He was isolated, completely and utterly. It took less than one day for James to get bored of it. He found himself browsing the internet for porn, as one does when they’re trapped in a silent snowy cabin alone.

“Majesty Natalie,” he murmured, reading the name in the caption of the video. It read simply. Majesty Natalie says; watch this video. He figured he might as well.

She was cute, sexy, captivating in a way that the other girls he’d seen weren’t. She was latina and tiny, with big eyes that looked directly in the camera. He found himself playing her video,

even though it seemed like it might be more softcore than some of the others he’d scrolled by. She wasn’t even naked in the thumbnail, instead wearing an all white bodysuit that showed off just how small she was. Her small breasts and tight body were perfectly highlighted by the stretchy material, her perky nipples pressing against the fabric. Her legs were bare and tanned, the crotch of the suit pressing against her in a way that made James’ cock surge.

“Hello,” Majesty Natalie said. It wasn’t how most porn James was used to watching started, but he found himself drawn in. Her voice was a little high and bratty, and she practically pouted at the camera, pressing her lips together and raising her doe eyes to look right through the screen to James. “You want to touch yourself to me,” she said, and then she raised her hand and snapped her fingers. “You like this,” she said, running her hand over her chest. It wasn’t a question. James liked it. He wrapped his hand around his cock. “Stroke yourself,” Natalie said, snapping her fingers again. She had tiny hands with thin fingers. James could easily imagine how they’d feel around his cock.

Natalie continued to talk to him on the video, telling him what he should do. And it did feel like she was talking to him,

directly to him. There was something personal about the little snaps, something intimate about the way she’d roll her eyes like she had better things to do than tell him to stop stroking for a moment. He groaned as she readjusted herself on the screen, pulling her leg in towards her chest and planting her foot on the mattress. She wore pale pink sneakers on her petite feet.

“Okay, stroke yourself again,” Natalie said, snapping and then moving her hand to her mouth, pressing her thumb against her bottom lip. It made James think about what her bratty little mouth would feel like wrapped around his cock. He could feel his orgasm building. “Have I told you to cum?” Natalie snapped and James flinched. “Say you’re sorry,” she commanded, snapping twice. Somehow she managed to sound both pouty and dominant.

“I’m sorry,” James muttered. It was silly. He knew she couldn’t hear him.

“You’re going to think of me all day,” Natalie said. “You’re going to go to my site and watch more videos.” James felt like he might be hypnotized. He was conscious but all of his thoughts seemed to be filtered through Natalie. He couldn’t stop watching, couldn’t stop listening to everything she said.

“You can cum,” Natalie said, almost dismissively. James had been feeling like he might just die if she didn’t let him soon. As soon as he heard that snap he let go, thinking of Natalie as he came harder than he had in ages.

“Fuck,” he groaned. He closed his laptop but opened it again a moment later, just to make sure the video was actually over.

James felt a little haunted by Natalie. He wasn’t a porn addict by any means but he was beginning to understand what it might feel like for someone who was. He wanted to watch another one of her videos. He wanted to ignore the work he had to do to watch another one. He wanted to skip lunch to watch another one. He kept hearing her voice, hearing that snap, picturing her face. He shook himself. This is weird, he thought. Being in this cabin alone is getting to me.

He opened his computer again. One more couldn’t hurt.

Chapter 2
Outside the cabin the storm raged on. Online reports said it could last a week, maybe longer. It was being called historic, possibly record-breaking. James hunkered down, preparing for a

long time in solitude. Once he discovered Natalie’s main website he quickly purchased a few of her videos. After all, what else was he going to do? And he knew he liked the content, or at least, he’d liked the first one. It was a good distraction, something to occupy him while he was alone in the middle of nowhere.

The videos were similar to the first, with Natalie talking to the camera, telling him—directly, it felt—what to do or just chatting, showing off her body. She was clothed in each, though James did treat himself to an expensive clip of her in only her underwear and in some of the videos she’d let him see her shoulder, her thigh, a tantalizing calf. All the videos he bought were holiday themed, a sort of holiday gift for himself, he reasoned.

In each video, Natalie demanded things of him. She used that bratty voice of hers to make him feel demeaned and seen at the same time. Each time she snapped her little fingers together James felt his heart jump with adrenaline. He had to admit to himself that he was a little infatuated with Natalie. There was something about the way she rolled her eyes at the camera, the way she seemed impatient and annoyed, that made him want to please her, to try and make her happy. Everytime she spoke sent a little jolt through

him and his cock responded to both the sound of her voice and the way her tiny, tight body appeared on his laptop.

“Bratty Winter Cash Drain” was the newest video he’d allowed himself to purchase. Well, Natalie told him to buy it, and that snap of her fingers afterwards had made him feel compelled to do so. He’d laughed at himself a little when he’d found himself pausing what he’d been doing (cleaning a dish) to head over to his laptop and do as she’d instructed. The clink of the glass in his hand had reminded him of that snap of hers. It was so silly. He was still in control, he told himself. But it was fun to see how far he’d let this go. He was enjoying himself. It was just for fun.

In “Bratty Winter Cash Drain” Natalie was wearing a baggy sweater without a bra underneath, leggings, and slippers. The bagginess of the sweater somehow did nothing to hide Natalie’s body, instead it showcased it, hanging off her narrow frame in all the right places. Her nipples threatened to poke through the knitted material but they were just hidden from sight. It was infuriating and tempting. The leggings made her athletic little legs look incredible. They had a pattern of pine trees on them and when she rubbed her legs together playfully James groaned.

She was sitting on the edge of her bed, legs tucked to the side, leaning back on her palms. Seeing her in bed made James’ mind go to desperate places. She was so small compared to the mattress. James couldn’t stop thinking about what she’d look like under him.

“You know what makes me feel so annoyed?” Natalie said, wiggling her foot so one of her slippers nearly fell off her foot. She was wearing a fuzzy-looking sock under the slipper but somehow it wrapped around her foot so tightly it was illicit, especially compared to the bulky slipper. “When I have to wear last season’s clothes. Like I have so many people who watch my videos who say they’re here for me, and yet these slippers—” she kicked one off, wiggling her toes dramatically. “—Is from last year.”

She huffed out a frustrated sigh. Anytime Natalie made any noise James couldn’t help picturing what she’d sound like taking his cock. He imagined her sighing in pleasure as he filled her tiny pussy. God, he wanted her. “You want to send me money to buy me new slippers,” Natalie said, still pouting. She snapped her fingers. “You want to stop being such a gooner and actually focus on what I’m saying,” she snapped again and James felt his cheeks redden. He hadn’t really been listening, too focused on imagining

what her small tits looked like under that sweater. He was being a gooner. “Say sorry.”

“Sorry Natalie,” he mumbled.

“Get out your credit card,” Natalie said. She hadn’t accepted his apology, not yet. James already had the card saved in his laptop from the last time he’d spent money on Natalie. “Send me money. Now,” she added with a snap and a whine. It was impressive how she could be both demanding and maintaining her control. Her brattiness only made James want her more, only made him want to please her the best he could. He sent her some money. Why not, right? “More,” Natalie whined. She untangled her legs and let her heels kick against the side of her bed, throwing a dramatic little fit. James couldn’t stop looking at her socked feet. One of the socks had rolled down to expose an ankle.

James gave her a little more money.

“More,” Natalie said, snapping her fingers. There was less whininess this time, mostly control, demanding. James gave her more.

Okay, James thought. That’s enough for now.

“More?” Natalie asked, raising a cute little eyebrow. She reached her hand down casually and pulled her socks off like she

was sick of wearing them, throwing them aside. She pulled her knees up to her chest and curled her toes into the bedsheets. James groaned. He could hardly really see her feet but just seeing the flash of skin and the shape of those toes… he gave her more money as a thank you. He wasn’t even a foot guy. Well, he hadn’t thought he was, but now, even as he closed the computer, he couldn’t stop thinking about Natalie’s feet. He just wanted to touch them. He wondered what they’d feel like in his hands. They were so small.

He needed to give his brain a break from Natalie’s videos. It was echoing in his brain a little too much, her voice playing in his head, her body in his mind’s eye. He remembered the dish he’d abandoned part-way through cleaning it and forced himself to return to the task. His hands were soapy and the plate just needed to be rinsed but he was distracted. He should send Natalie a little more. He could practically hear her snap in his head. He dried his hand and flipped open his laptop. Just a bit more, then he’d put it away. He wasn’t going to get distracted by another video or anything else.

But she’d uploaded something new. It won’t hurt to buy it now, James reasoned. He was already spending money, why not buy two things at once?

You want to spend all your money on me, he heard Natalie say, but the voice was in his head. He added the new video to his cart.

Chapter 3
James finally managed to pull himself away from Natalie to get a little bit of work done. Only a little. It was like he was haunted by her. As soon as he opened his computer he found himself typing in the address of her website. Everytime he stopped working for even a moment he’d hear her voice in his head.

Fifteen more minutes, he told himself. Then I’ll take a break and watch a video. It was silly, but it was like he missed her. He wasn’t delusional or anything but he did think of Natalie as his online girlfriend a little bit. He had to keep her happy like a real girlfriend. He had to buy her gifts. He had to get off to her. He hadn’t even thought about another girl since he’d discovered Natalie. It was like she was the only girl he needed. All of his desires—conscious and subconscious—were fulfilled by Natalie.

She had unlocked something in him. He’d never felt compelled with anyone the way he felt compelled by Natalie.

“I miss her,” he said out loud, evidence that he was going stir crazy, evidence he shouldn’t be alone any longer. Evidence that he needed to see Natalie. He closed out of his work and checked Natalie’s page. He’d just rewatch one of the ones he’d seen already, he promised himself. But it was like Natalie was reading his mind and she’d uploaded something new, just for him.

“Watch it,” he could imagine her saying, snapping her fingers. “Pay for a new video. When you rewatch an old one you’re depriving me of your money that I deserve.”

James never wanted to deprive Natalie of anything. He clicked the new video, purchasing it instantly since he’d enabled automatic purchases on her site (by her request). It made it so he didn’t overthink things, just submitted to Natalie’s whim.

“Cozy Sock Domination” was the name of the latest holiday-themed video. Natalie was lounging across a pristine white couch, her tanned skin contrasting with the fabric. String lights on the wall behind her cast her room in a warm glow. James closed his eyes for a moment, imagining she was with him. He thought she’d probably smell like expensive lotion. Something tropical, maybe.

He pictured her on the couch in the cabin, her socked feet in his lap. He’d massage her feet while she talked to him. He thought about how they’d feel in his hands, so small and warm and alive. Maybe she’d wiggle her toes against his palm…

In the video she was wearing a teenie tiny little top and a black skirt to match. A patch of her smooth stomach was visible between her clothes. The way she was laying made her skirt slide up her thighs, so much skin on display that James felt his cock instantly stiffen. He freed himself from his pants, wrapping his hand around his cock as he took in her body. He could see her chest rise and fall with her breath. Her hair was done up in her typical ponytails and she twirled one idly with a finger.

James was so impressed by Natalie. The way she could be both laid back and authoritative, bratty and in charge. God, he loved her. It was silly, sure, but he knew it was true as she turned those doe eyes to the camera a full minute after the video had begun. She was taking her time. She was making him wait for her. He would wait for her forever. Whatever she wanted he wanted to do.

“Touch your little dick,” Natalie said with the customary snap. James had never thought his dick was overly small before but

once Natalie said it he thought it might be little after all. He felt guilty that he hadn’t waited for Natalie to tell him to start stroking himself so he sent her some money as an apology.

“You love being a stupid simp for me,” Natalie told James with a sigh, like the fact bored her a bit. It was true. James had previously thought the word simp was a little offensive, a little demeaning. He would have been insulted if anyone had called him it but from Natalie it felt like a compliment. Whatever she wanted him to be he’d be. He was a stupid simp. He moved his hand up and down on his cock, watching the way she shifted on the couch cushions, her skirt moving to show more skin, different skin.

“Imagine getting to touch me,” Natalie said, running her hand from the top of her fuzzy sock up her thigh, her hand moving painfully slow across her smooth brown skin. James couldn’t stop imagining it. “Send me money,” Natalie said suddenly, snapping her fingers. It was a test of his obedience. He wasn’t going to fail. He quickly sent her some money. “Good,” she said but it was barely praise, it was her acknowledging that he’d done his purpose successfully, he’d met her expectation.

She yawned and lifted one of her fuzzy feet, wagging it at the camera.

“You can think about what it would feel like to have my feet on your lap,” she allowed, wiggling her toes. “Me pressing my toes into your pubic bone, the arch of my foot on your cock. You’d be so lucky. Do you deserve it?” With the hand that wasn’t bringing him closer and closer to his orgasm, James sent her some more money. He wasn’t sure if he deserved her yet, but he was damn sure he was going to try to be worthy of her.

“You worship my feet,” she said, confident and bratty and bored. The snap wasn’t necessary to convince James but it helped make it fact. Yes, he worshiped her feet. “You’re such a pathetic little follower,” Natalie said. “You’d do anything for my tiny feet, wouldn’t you?”

She rolled down the side of one of her socks and James groaned out loud, pre cum oozing from his stiff cock.

“God, how sad,” Natalie said. “You’re going to cum without even seeing them, aren’t you? You can’t help yourself.” Each fact was punctuated with her fingers snapping. “You’re going to cum without even knowing what they feel like,” she continued, grabbing both her feet in her hands, touching them herself. James felt dizzy with desire. “Cum,” she said with an annoyed sigh. “Now,” she added with a snap. James came, letting out a heavy

moan as he did so, shooting his load across his stomach. He was surprised by how much he came but Natalie had a way of making him empty his balls the way other women didn’t.

“Thank you, Natalie,” he said as one last twitch of his cock sent the final bit of cum shooting from his cock.

“Clean yourself up, you’re disgusting,” Natalie said. “You look like a pig living in a pigsty. Gooner pig. Once you’ve cleaned yourself up, send me money to thank me.” Snap. “Then buy another video.” Snap. “Don’t disappoint me.” Snap. The tone of her voice made it sound like he already had.

James cleaned himself up, feeling a little silly once the computer was closed. He was aware that he was acting strange, but he felt almost drugged. Following Natalie’s commands felt good. Besides, he reasoned, what else was there to do? It was like a game. He knew, logically, that he wasn’t her gooner pig. At least, he was pretty sure he knew it. But he cleaned the cabin a bit anyway, thinking about what she might say if she saw it, imagining her there with him. It was almost an unconscious choice and he felt embarrassed when he realized what he was doing. It’s fine, he told himself. I’m only going to play along until I leave here. Well,

maybe I’ll still watch her videos, but I won’t get so into them, so obsessed. He was quite fooling himself, not anymore.

Chapter 4
It hadn’t snowed in a few days but the cold had kept the snow firmly in place, not a chance of it melting and allowing James to leave. He was firmly snowed in and when he glanced out the window he noticed it had begun to snow once more. He was feeling almost itchy from solitude and it was hard not to get a bit of cabin fever. Not knowing when his next moment of human contact would be made James nervous. At least he had Majesty Natalie. When he watched her clips, he felt less alone. When he played her videos, it was easy to forget his anxieties about being snowed in.

She was his only connection to the outside world, but despite this, James found he didn’t really mind. If he had to choose one person on Earth to be connected to for the rest of his life, it would be Natalie.

By midday, the fat flakes had started to fall harder and wind whipped the snow around the windows, burying him in. He paid the extra fee to download some of his favorite videos of Natalie, just in case. But while he was still connected to the internet he

decided to try and watch as many clips as he could. His work was completely discarded. It didn’t really matter, anyway. Not compared to Natalie. He needed her to stay sane, he told himself. If he focused on working he’d lose his mind. Natalie was his only savior. His goddess, his queen.

Winter Feet Worship was her latest video. Natalie was somewhere cozy, and though it was luxurious and richly decorated and not much like his homey cabin, it made him imagine her there with him.

She was wearing a soft-looking dress with long sleeves. It clung close to her body and ended at her knees where tall knitted socks decorated with snowflakes covered her legs. A fire crackled behind her and James quickly jumped up to start a fire in his cabin, too, wanting his environment to be as close as Natalie’s as possible, as if making them similar could somehow make her appear through the computer and be with him.

“It’s cold out here, isn’t it?” Natalie asked, giving a fake shiver that made her hair, which she’d worn down for once, tucked behind her ears, tumble over her shoulders. He wanted to run his hands through it so badly. “Any idea on how we can keep warm?” She asked, and James couldn’t stop imagining wrapping his arms

around her body, running his hands up and down her, warming her. She curled her lip in disgust and snapped her finger. “Don’t be perverted,” she said. “As if I’d ever do that with you. You’re just a human wallet to me. You haven’t earned it.”

Of course, he thought. I haven’t earned it. I’m not worthy of her, not yet. Someday I’ll learn to be.

“If you’re lucky you could find warmth at my feet,” Natalie offered. She shifted her stance, moving her little feet on the carpeted floor below her, glancing down as if she could see the same thing he could: him kneeling at her feet. She tipped her leg forward just a little and he pictured himself pressing his head against her thigh, a puppy leaning against his master.

If James was capable of feeling anything besides desire, admiration, and love for Natalie he might have been concerned to find himself kneeling in front of his laptop, which he’d set on the coffee table. He hadn’t remembered deciding to kneel but the submission thrummed through him with correctness. This was where he was supposed to be. Natalie snapped her fingers and it was cemented. This was his place.

“You exist to worship me,” Natalie reminded him, snapping her fingers again, anchoring him in his place below her. “Worship

me forever,” she said, and the command was unbreakable. Why would he want to disobey? Why would he ever want anything else? This was his life, his place, his purpose.

Usually when James closed his laptop he felt a little woozy, a little like he’d been asleep and he was groggily waking up. Natalie’s videos put him in a kind of trance, almost, and he sometimes had to shake himself and remember what was real. But lately even once the computer was closed and Natalie wasn’t on his screen James was still fully under her spell. Of course, he’d heard her voice and her snapping fingers in the back of his mind from day one. And he’d been thinking of her constantly. What she looked like, what she might smell like. God, what she might feel like. But now he was struggling to remember what was real and what was not. He was struggling to remember why the distinction mattered. He had Natalie, what else could he need? So what if he thought of her constantly? Why shouldn’t he?

James sat still, considering. He was looking at the floor. It felt good to look at the floor, subservient. He thought Natalie would probably like it, the way his head was tipped down worshipfully. He decided to keep looking at the floor and he could

almost hear Natalie make a pleased “hm” noise, the closest she got to praise.

He stood, still casting his eyes downward, and began to clean up his space again. It was already immaculate but he wasn’t quite sure what to do with himself if he wasn’t watching Natalie’s videos or making the cabin presentable for her. He swept the floor but it didn’t feel like it was enough. He grabbed the dustpan and dropped to the floor, feeling the hardwood below his knees. This was better, this was more like it. He used the small brush from the dustpan to sweep the rest of the floor, keeping his eyes low, his head bowed, his cock stiff from the pleasure of knowing he was doing what his goddess would want him to do.

Chapter 5
James clicked on Holiday Netflix and Financial Drain. He wasn’t sure what day it was. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been in the cabin. The snow could have been gone or it could have been worse. He didn’t know. It could have already been spring. He didn’t care. He’d lost himself fully in Natalie, which was to say he’d found himself. He didn’t remember who he was or what he’d

lived for before. Now he was Natalie’s and he lived for one thing, to please her. He didn’t regret it for one moment.

“Watching movies on Netflix is one of my favorite winter activities,” Natalie said. She was in bed, a fuzzy blanket wrapped around her body. Her shoulders peeked out from under the blanket, completely bare. Her skin looked smooth and tan and perfect against the blanke. When she shimmed to get cozy the blanket rode down and James could make out the shape of her collarbones. His eyes took in her neck, her shoulders, her face. The rest of her was hidden so completely that it made the parts of her she allowed him to see hold even more significance. She slid a hand out from under the blanket and he watched her fingers, transfixed, as she clicked buttons on a remote. “Send me a hundred dollars if you want to be here with me right now.” She patted the bed beside her. James sent her two hundred.

He was imagining what her tiny tight body would feel like pressed against his, the warmth of her, the way he’d be able to feel her breathe. James wasn’t sure if he was a movie-watching guy or not, he couldn’t remember. But since it was apparently one of Natalie’s favorite things to do it was his, too. He pulled a blanket over himself.

“We could watch a stupid rom com and I could tell you how idiotic the guy is, how similar to you he is,” she said. “Are you masturbating you dumb simp?” She asked, James nodded.

“Yes, princess,” he murmured.

“Are you touching your disgusting dick thinking about what I look like under this blanket? What it would be like to pull it off of me? Would you disturb your goddess’s warmth and coziness to be so selfish? Send me money to apologize you stupid gooner slut.” There was the customary snap. James didn’t hesitate to send her apology money. He didn’t wonder how low his bank account was getting. He could always switch to the company card if he needed to. Natalie was worth every penny.

Slowly Natalie began to give him jerk-off instructions, telling him how fast to stroke his cock, showing her how she wanted his hand to look by holding hers up to the camera. Even imagining her fingers on him was enough to make him groan in pleasure. As she moved her hand up and down, showing him what she wanted him to do, the blanket slipped lower on her chest, revealing the top swell of her tiny breast. It wasn’t enough to show him her nipple but close, tantalizingly close.

“You’re not allowed to cum until I say so,” Natalie told him. Of course not. He wouldn’t dream of disobeying her. Every fiber of his being wanted to please his goddess. But it was getting hard to resist. His cock was dripping pre-cum, aching in his hand. Natalie didn’t want him to stop slowly touching himself but he couldn’t cum, either. It was the most delicious torture James had every experienced. He wanted to suffer for his princess every day.

“Every time you have to stop you need to send me money,” Natalie said, voice a mix between boredom and annoyance. She snapped. “Like now,” she added, rolling those doe eyes. James moaned and sent her more money. “Oh, I’ll need more money than that if you ever want to cum.” So he sent her more because he needed to cum. He didn’t want to let her down but he was only so strong. “More,” Natalie said and of course James complied.

Every time he clicked that button his cock twitched in his hand. Natalie had him trained like a dog, financial surrender and pleasure tied so closely together they became the same thing.

“Send me more than you’ve ever sent before,” Natalie said. “And then you can cum.”

James did as he was told. At least, he tried to, but when he tried to process the payment he received an error message that

there weren’t enough funds for the transaction. He gasped with desperation, so close to his edge. That wasn’t what felt the worst, however. He was letting Natalie down. He couldn’t let her down.

One hand still around his cock he hurriedly found the company card, filling in the details as quickly as he could. He sent her more than he was planning as an apology for the delay and masturbated furiously as he waited for it to go through. As soon as the screen popped up confirming his purchase he tipped his head back and exhaled, allowing himself—only with Natalie’s permission, of course—to cum. He came thinking of how wonderful it felt to give her everything. Despite the stress of having to get a new card it was rewarding in a way, too. He’d drained a bank account for Natalie. He was fulfilling his purpose.

His cum shot from him in thick loads, hitting his stomach, oozing into his hand. He didn’t stop cumming until his mind slowed, racing at thoughts of being financially linked to Natalie. He imagined giving her even more and his tired cock twitched in his palm. His body and his brain were fully ingrained in his obedience to her.

James sighed, cleaning himself up. Natalie didn’t like slobbish gooners. She wanted him to look presentable for her. So

he cleaned himself and then he cleaned the area around him, too, which had already turned messy as he’d spent the day absorbed in Natalie’s videos, leaving his dishes beside him, a pile of dirty towels on the coffee table, his cum drying in them. He could see now how disgusting he was, how disappointed Natalie would be—no, was. Natalie was disappointed in him. This was her cabin, James realized. This is where he’d met her, this was where he’d started to worship her.

The cabin was an altar to her, and here he was, desecrating it. Shame and self-disgusted filled James as he hurried to make her cabin worthy of her presence again. He wouldn’t let this happen again. He’d be better. He thought of those fingers snapping, her brattish lips pushed into a disappointed frown. He sent her more more on the company card, his dick stiffening as he did so. He downloaded another video.

Chapter 6
This isn’t right, James said, fighting with himself. I’m supposed to give everything I have to Natalie. My time, my money, my attention. I’m not supposed to waste my time working. But he had to. If he wanted to give Majesty Natalie more money he had to make

more. He’d received an email from his boss about the large purchase on the company card. The email had also commented on the amount of work James was behind.

James had been with his company for a while and they trusted him, they knew he’d get it done, they were sure this was a big misunderstanding. For James, the email had felt a little like having a bucket of cold water dumped over his head while he was sleeping. He responded back that his internet had been shabby, the purchase was a mistake, he’d meant to use his personal card and he’d of course pay the company back.

At the time he’d thought, get your shit together James, you have an addiction. Natalie isn’t your real life. This is your real life. He’d showered and changed the bedsheets from the soft pink blankets he’d found in the closet that he thought Natalie would like to the original blue sheets. He’d shaken himself, giving himself a stern lecture. He was a little alarmed by how fully and completely he’d gotten absorbed in the world of this random girl on the internet. He was going to focus on work—his reason for being here.

But then he’d tried to delete her clips, to log out of her website. To do so he had to look at her. He had to remember what

her bratty voice sounded like. He’d realized that the subtle sound of snapping fingers had been playing in the back of his mind all day. It was getting harder to ignore.

James had always thought he had pretty good self-control. He wasn’t addicted to anything. He’d smoked cigarettes for a very short time in college and quit on his own without a problem. He considered himself to be strong-willed. But as soon as he saw Natalie everything came crashing back.

Fine, he couldn’t delete the clips yet. He closed the computer, trying to take a moment to get ahold of himself. But now he realized what he’d been avoiding thinking about earlier—Natalie had already permeated the cabin. Her presence was everywhere. Her snap echoed in his mind, the sound of it reverberating in every corner of the cozy cabin. Her voice was like the wind outside the windows, pressing in. The softness of the snow outside reminded James of the way he felt when he watched her clips.

The gentle blankets, the smell of the last fire he’d made, even the soup he was cooking for lunch—all of it reminded him of Natalie. Natalie was the entire winter season to him now. Everything cold was Natalie’s absence. Everything warm was her

presence. She’d wrapped herself in his mind, into the floorboards, into his very soul. Resisting was hard, especially when James was struggling to remember why he wanted to resist in the first place.

He reopened his computer, scrolling through her website, her socials, her clips. Why would he ever think he didn’t want this, didn’t need this? Natalie was his life. He was happier this way. Inside him, something clicked into place. He felt whole. He felt content. He opened a new video, sighing as he sat back onto the couch, unzipping his pants.

“Cozy fires and giving me all your money,” Natalie said. “That’s the spirit of the season.” She was leaning against a brick wall, toys lined up beside her. In the background a fire crackled. James groaned. There was a vibrating wand, a bubblegum pink buttplug, dildos. Imagining them inside his Natalie, pressed against her pussy, even just in her hand, was enough to make him lightheaded with desire. “Oh, and buying me things,” she said. She was wearing a cropped sweater and leggings, her feet clad in small sneakers that still seemed almost too large for her tiny feet.

“Some of you have already gotten me some things off my wishlist,” she said, gesturing to the sex toys. “Some of you dummy click sluts haven’t. You know who you are. What I don’t know is

why? Am I not worth it to you? Do you have better things to do? Of course not. Your life is nothing without me. I’m all you think about. I’m the only priority in your life. So where are your gifts to show your appreciation?” She complained without whining, her voice high and attractive. She snapped her fingers three times in a row, each time making James feel like he was being electrocuted. “Hurry,” she said. “Express shipping. Get me something good to make up for making me wait.”

James sent her some money—with the company card, which he’d saved onto her site—as an apology but he knew it wasn’t enough. He was going to buy her gifts, too. Maybe he’d buy everything off her wishlist. He felt awful, so guilty and disgusted with himself. It wasn’t that he hadn’t known about the wishlist or the fact that Natalie wanted gifts. It was that he’d always told himself he’d buy her something after this video or that video, but he’d never done it. Instead, he’d clicked on a new video. He’d been selfish, so selfish. What a horrible day.

He didn’t deserve the pleasures of the Fireside Financial Ruin video, where Natalie was listing all the ways in which giving his money to her was as good for him as it was for her. He didn’t

deserve to see her next to those sex toys, to imagine her lovely body quivering as she used them.

He felt a little better as he sent her money, then more. He opened the wishlist in another tab, not giving himself a chance to forget it again. The toys beside Natalie had clearly been the cheapest of the things on the list, though they were far from inexpensive. Only the best for Natalie, naturally. James couldn’t help but think he was going to fulfill his purpose so well when he bought her something. The only things left were thousands of dollars, shining jewelry and designer clothes, trips to tropical places, a car.

James bought her a pair of custom made sneakers, womens size five, a diamond encrusted anklet he was dying to see against her tanned skin, and a vacation to Fiji. As soon as the money was spent he felt so much better. He briefly remembered that he’d spent the morning fighting to break out of Natalie’s control. He couldn’t remember why. This felt so good, surrendering. Being fully under her whim. He was at peace.

Chapter 7
James hadn’t been paying much attention to the weather, but he happened to look out the window and realize the storm was getting worse. He hardly noticed and didn’t care. He had Natalie, what use did he have for the rest of the world? In the back of his mind somewhere he was a little concerned about just how closed off he was, how inaccessible the little cabin had become. But it wasn’t important. His internet was still working and he had hours and hours of content from Natalie downloaded onto his device. He was a bit concerned about what he’d do when the storage was full, but he figured he’d cross that bridge when he got there.

He’d fully turned the cabin into a shrine for Natalie.

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He wrote her letters and tacked them under a hand-drawn picture of her. He cleaned it meticulously. He scrubbed and cleaned places he’d never considered cleaning before; behind the toilet, on the top of doors, under the couch. Everything was spotless. Everything was kept up to the standards he thought Natalie would have for him.

James had never felt such comfort before anywhere. The cabin was better than his childhood home. It was better than the first apartment he’d gotten by himself, that symbol of independence. It was nicer than that vacation rental he’d gone to with his friends that time. There was nowhere else he could imagine being, nowhere better than this for him. This was the place where he’d discovered Natalie. This was where he could feel her influence. This was where he’d found himself.

James clicked on a new video: Snowed-In Goon Challenge. It was made specifically for him. He didn’t know how many followers Natalie had exactly but somehow every video felt like it was crafted just for him. When she fluttered her lashes of those outrageous eyes at the camera it was like she was looking right at him. He didn’t want to disappoint her in what she saw.

Natalie’s voice was hypnotic, bratty, arrogant, perfect, beautiful. She commented on the weather, saying it was perfect for submission. James agreed.

“Pull out your dick,” Natalie said with a snap. She pulled out a bright blue dildo, setting it on the bed in front of her. James groaned as he freed himself from his pants. Seeing her with the dildo was enough to drive his imagination wild. Natalie looked incredible today. She always did. She was wearing comfortable looking pajama bottoms (blue to match the dildo with little snowmen decorating them) and a cream colored crop top, white

sneakers and a ribbon tied into each of her ponytails. She kicked her feet absentmindedly.

Her fingers were done up with snowflakes painted on her perfect nails. She wrapped one of her hands around the base of the dildo, snapping at James to do the same to his own cock. He quickly did. He felt the slight stubble of his pubic hair—he’d been shaving it for Natatlie, she hadn’t asked him to but he couldn’t stand the idea of her being disappointed or grossed out by him in any way so he’d done so himself.

“Do exactly as I do,” Natalie said, clicking those fingers together to drive her command home. James felt it through his body like a physical shock, this need to obey her, the power of her words and her fingers. “And don’t cum until I tell you to. That should be obvious but I know you stupid little gooners don’t think clearly. Oh and you don’t need to snap, just obey me when I do. Got it? Do I need to repeat it for you slowly? Send me money if you understand. Now.”

James quickly did as he was told, then watched, transfixed, as his goddess held out her hand that wasn’t touching the dildo. She showed it to the camera and James mimicked her motion,

holding it out prayerfully. Then she brought it to her mouth and spit.

James gasped aloud. It was so fucking illicit to hear her mouth make that noise, to see her face make that expression, to see her saliva pool in her palm. He hadn’t even started to stroke himself and he was already as hard as a rock, aching with desire. He spit in his own palm, then followed her movements, smearing his saliva on the tip of his cock.

“You’re a loser,” Natalie said, making a face. James was a loser. He knew it. Somehow the shame only made him hornier, which made him feel more ashamed. It was a terrible cycle. It was incredible. He was so turned on he felt high. “You only exist to please me,” she continued, slowly stroking the dildo. “Say it.” She paused stroking to snap at James but he continued to move his hand on himself.

“I’m a loser,” James said. “I only exist to please my goddess.”

“Your entire life is shaped by how much you need me,” Natalie said cruelly. James nodded. Natalie’s hand stilled on the dildo which was torturous since James was already so close to orgasming. Natalie did that to him, made him feel desire in a way

he never had before. She kept the hand around the dildo completely still except for her thumb, which she casually caressed, moving back and forth. When James repeated the motion on his own cock he curled his toes in the carpet below him, trying not to cum.

“You’re such a cum slut,” Natalie said with a girlish giggle.

“I’m a cum slut,” James agreed miserably. Except was it really misery if he enjoyed it?

Natalie leaned forward and spit on the tip of the dildo, a line of saliva dripping from her mouth to the tip. James cried with wild desire. There was no one to hear him mewling like an animal but his cheeks flared with embarrassment anyway. It was how Natalie would want him to feel.

He copied her motion, letting his spit wet his dick. Natalie started to use both hands, rubbing in the spit, stroking fast and steady. James knocked his head back against the couch, pressing his eyes closed, willing his body not to betray Natalie in cumming too soon. He needed to. The feeling was overwhelming. He couldn’t let her down.

“Stop!” Natalie said with a laugh. She snapped and threw both of her hands in the air, leaving the dildo alone. James released

his cock with a groan. “Okay, again.” And again and again. Natalie edged him for an hour and James hadn’t realized he could survive even a minute longer, let alone sixty. But she was hypnotic and commanding and he wanted to please her more than he wanted anything, so he forced himself to endure for his princess.

“Drop to your knees,” Natalie demanded. James did. “You can cum,” she said, finally, giving a little shrug. James cried out as his orgasm rocked through him, shooting load after load on his lap, his chest. Some even hit his face. His hands were slicked with cum and spit so wiping it away was a messy process. He was such a dirty slut for his Natalie. Disgusting. Submissive. Hers.

Chapter 8
Outside the storm was reaching its peak. James would have known, if he’d looked outside the window. He would have known if he’d checked the weather. He didn’t notice.

It was a rare moment for James, one where Majesty Natalie’s videos weren’t playing. His laptop had been overheating lately since he’d downloaded so many of her videos. He was letting it cool and thinking about the new one he’d ordered (he’d bought Natalie one, too. He didn’t know if she needed one or wanted one, but he liked

the idea of them having the same thing). Though James wasn’t watching Natalie’s videos, he was far from free of her influence. James’ every thought, every action, every moment was taken over by Natalie. Before he ate, he thought about if Natalie would want him to consume whatever it was. Would Natalie think he was getting fat? Would she think he was too skinny? Before he went to sleep he prayed to her, apologizing for pausing in his active worship to sleep. He dreamed about her, her snaps like a metronome in the background of his dreams about her skin, her feet, her pigtails, her eyes.

James wouldn’t do anything unless he thought Natalie would approve. If it had been possible, he would have waited for her command to breathe. He’d never imagined submission so complete. In truth, he’d never thought about submission much at all until he stumbled upon his Natalie. Now he thought about nothing else. He was fully shaped by her, her will, her desires, his interpretations of what she’d want from him.

He couldn’t take anymore, he needed her now. He fired his laptop back up. It was still warm but it had to work. He needed Natalie like he needed air. He found the video he was looking for.

In it she was wearing underwear. The fact of that alone was enough to make the video a favorite for James. Most of her body was still covered from his view—of course it was, he didn’t deserve her—but knowing she was in nothing but a bra and panties was enough to drive James crazy. They were tight briefs and a sports-bra type fitting bra, green and decorated with pugs wearing hats and holiday lights. They showed off her tight little ass, the small swell of those tiny breasts. She looked like she was modeling them. James was so distracted admiring her that he realized he hadn’t been listening to what she was saying. Guilt coursed through him. What a stupid gooner.

“Doesn’t it feel so good?” Natalie asked, her voice dripping with arousal, practically a moan. This was James’ favorite video, he thought. “Giving up control? God, it’s the sexiest thing you can do.” James nodded. Giving up control to Natalie had been the best thing he’d ever done. “There’s nothing sexier than submission,” Natalie said. Then she said it again, and again. Perhaps James was only hearing the words repeated in her pretty, bratty, hypnotic voice. There’s nothing sexier than submission. He heard those words when he woke in the morning. He heard those words before he went to click on a new video, before sending her more money.

“I can’t imagine anything more pleasurable for you,” Natalie continued. James couldn’t either. What could possibly be better? Nothing. Nothing. “What more could a stupid goon like yourself hope for other than complete submission?”

“Nothing, goddess,” James murmured.

“Nothing,” Natalie said. She smiled at the camera. It was a mean sort of smile, one that said I’m better than you. James had never seen anything more beautiful. “Your tiny little dick gets so hard when you think about obeying me.” She said. Snap. “You fantasize about getting to lick the ground after I’ve walked across it.” Snap. “You’d sell everything you own for the chance to sleep at my feet for a night.” Snap. “You feel liberated when you give everything to me.” Snap. “You exist to please me.” Snap. “You love being nothing more than a human wallet for me.” Snap. “You’d die to kneel at my feet.” Snap. “You feel so horny just thinking about how worthless you are, how much your life belongs to me.” Snap.

It was like the words were just for him. Everything he’d ever fantasized about, everything he’d ever wanted. She had freed him, showed him what his life was supposed to be. To him, Natalie had stopped being a creator on a screen long ago. She’d become

his purpose, his life, his goddess in the most original sense of the word—someone to worship, someone with power over the universe, his life, everything. James couldn’t remember what it had been like to live without her influence. All he could remember was feeling purposeless, lost, incomplete. No more. He had Natalie and she had him. All of him.

Chapter 9
James was happy. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever been happy like this before, fully, completely happy to his core. It was an emotion bigger than happiness, really. Contentment, perhaps. The feeling of finding out what he was meant to do and then doing it. Now that he’d given in, he allowed himself to experience the pleasure that came with submission. Natalie had been right, of course. There was no greater joy in the world.

James was feeling both particularly submissive and particularly happy (they went hand in hand, anyway) today. His savings account was empty. He had felt a bit like an idiot when he remembered that it wasn’t linked to his debit card and he’d promptly transferred all of his money into his spending account. After that it hadn’t taken long for him to give Natalie everything

he’d saved up over his life. Really, it was impressive. He felt proud of himself, though he was guilty for feeling so (Natalie wouldn’t be pleased so James felt bad, he only felt good when he deserved to feel good, when he made her happy). He wondered if anyone had ever given her that much money in one go before. Was he the most obedient human wallet she had? He hoped so.

Most of the money had been gifted to her directly, a tithe to the only god that mattered in James’ life. The rest he’d spent on downloading every one of her videos onto both his old laptop and his new one. He subscribed to her accounts, bought her gifts, and paid to have a pair of her socks shipped to himself as a special treat, a holiday gift for himself. And now his bank accounts were empty and his heart was full. He’d been smart enough to take out as many credit cards as he could before he drained his accounts and started to ruin his credit, so he was far from done being useful to his princess.

The day was not just perfect because he had fat zeros in his account where he used to have money, it was also perfect because Natalie had posted a new video. She posted one most days, but that didn’t take away from how incredible they were, it only made most

days perfect to James. He purchased it and downloaded it on both his computers, then settled himself in to watch.

“My comfort matters above all else,” Natalie was saying. The title of the video was You Love Keeping Me Cozy. He did, he loved keeping her cozy. “You exist to make my life as good as possible.” She didn’t need to snap to keep him hooked on every word but she did. He was glad for it. The sound of her fingers was a comfort, when she thwacked them together it was like she was strumming a chord in his soul.

Natalie was looking cozy wearing an oversized sweater and not much else, her tan legs sticking out from under the knitted fabric, smooth and sensuous. Her hair was braided back into her customary pigtails and she wore baggy socks on her feet. She moved her feet subtly, rubbing them together, small little things that caught James’ eye with every movement. Around her were a dozen blankets—they’d been up on her website to gift her and it seemed James wasn’t the only one who had purchased one for her. She had a gigantic stuffed animal yeti beside her, leaning that small tight body on it in a way that made James ache. His chest swelled; he’d bought her that stuffed animal. Every day he thought he was feeling as great as he possibly could and then Natalie would teach

him about a new level of joy. Seeing her looking comfortable and adorable beside something he bought her was a new high.

“You love devoting all your time and money to me,” Natalie said. It was really more like a sneer but coming from Natalie’s adorable little mouth it sounded like music. “You’re nothing but a click slut, a follower, a wallet with a dick.” She snapped her fingers. “Oh, but you love it so much.” He did. He loved it so much. “You want to keep me this comfortable forever,” Natalie said, wrapping a blanket around her body, squeezing it to her chest. She wrapped her leg around it so her bare calf and tiny foot was exposed and James groaned.

“Yes, Goddess,” he murmured.

“Touch yourself,” Natalie said with a dismissive wave. James’ cock was out in an instant. “Stroke yourself thinking about how horny it makes you to spend your money on me.” Snap. “When you move your hand up and down on that gross dick of yours, think about how good it feels when you give in to my commands—that freedom you feel.” James thought about it, pre-cum oozing out of his tip as he remembered the feeling thumping through him. “Think about how good I feel right now,” Natalie instructed, writhing against the blankets. It was enough to

make James want to cum. Only Natalie could get him so close to cumming so fast. He slowed his pace and did as she said, imagining how she must feel wrapped in her bankets, cozy and safe, loved and worshiped. He wanted her to feel that way forever.

Natalie snapped and spoke, instructed and mused, and James hung onto every word, doing exactly as she said. This never got old. It didn’t matter how often he stroked himself at the exact speed she wanted, the exact rhythm she requested, it never lost its thrill, its significance. He was doing this for Natalie. He existed for Natalie.

“Cum for me,” she said and James did, moaning her name as his cock released his seed in wave after wave of pleasure. He couldn’t exactly remember what masturbating before Natalie had been like, but he knew it hadn’t felt this good. When he released, he released more than just his orgasm. It was his mind, his heart, his control, his life. “Natalie,” he groaned again. She was all there was in the world, in his world. He wouldn’t have changed it for anything.

Chapter 10
It wasn’t spring but it seemed like it. The end of the storm had animals that had been hidden away coming out, filling the air with birdsong and squirrel chatter in a way that made the mountains seem alive. The air was bright, hopeful, alive. That morning, a man in a plow truck had cleaned the remaining snow off James’ driveway. James had pretended he wasn’t home, locking himself in his room with Natalie. Or, with a video of Natalie. It felt like she was there though, he felt her presence beside her as he hunkered down and waited for the man to leave.

James didn’t care what season it felt like outside, how pretty the bird song was, how bright the sun was shining. He wasn’t going to leave the cabin. Not now, not ever. He could have groceries delivered. He didn’t need much. A little food, a little water, and Natalie. Everything else he could do without.

The cabin was where he’d met Natalie and he felt her in every inch of the walls, every stitch of the carpets, every scent in the air. He couldn’t leave. Besides, there was nothing in the rest of the world for him now. His life was Natalie. His cabin was his sanctuary. He’d made it into a temple and they’d have to martyr him to make him leave. In the cabin, there was nothing for him to

do except devote himself to Natalie. He could spend his time worshiping her, could cut out everything that didn’t matter.

“Surrender everything,” Natalie said with a snap. The video was called Total Financial Destruction, and it was one of James’ favorites. They were all his favorites. “Everything you have you should give to me,” Natalie suggested, but it wasn’t really a suggestion but a command. A snap punctuated her point. “You love draining your bank accounts to give me more and more.”

Every time James thought he’d run out of money to give Natalie he discovered more. Every time he gave her what he’d found he felt freshly freed, freshly euphoric. His bank accounts were empty, yes, but some of the credit cards had yet to reach their spending limits. And he’d talked his bank into letting him access his retirement fund early. Even so, he was almost completely broke. He didn’t feel broke. He felt like he had more than he’d ever had before. Not of money, but of everything else.

Natalie was wearing a sheer shirt, short enough to expose her midriff, sheer enough that her exquisite nipples were just barely visible. It was enough to make James feel shaky with desire. It made him dizzy to see her hard nipples, to imagine them brushing against the fabric, to follow their movement as Natalie

gave a heavy exhale, annoyed. She wore a necklace with a diamond encrusted snowflake pendant dangling between her small breasts and thigh high socks that ended nearly where her skirt began. She was a work of art. She moved a hand up to her chest, her finger grazing her nipple accidently and James shuddered.

“Your life belongs to me,” Natalie said, pressing her hand against her chest meaningfully. It was like he was pressing his face there, letting him feel her body heat, inhale her scent. He knew it was more than he deserved. He’d do all his could to make himself worthy of it. “Everything you own should be mine,” she added. He agreed. “Give it to me,” Natalie said, bratty voice a perfect mix between sexual and annoyed. When she said “give it to me,” she was talking about his possessions, of course, but he couldn’t stop himself from thinking about her telling him to fuck her. Oh to be worthy of such a gift. “Now,” Natalie snapped.

James fumbled for a credit card that hadn’t been shut down, hurrying to type it in one-handed as his other hand stroked his cock (after Natalie said he was allowed to, of course).

“More,” Natalie said, voice like a moan. Her eyes glittered, a bedroom look. God, it was so sexy. She snapped her fingers and he made it so. He sent her his daily limit on the card, then found

another one. His cock ached as he sent her more, twitching when he hit the button to confirm the payment. He loved spending his money on her. He loved giving every cent he owned to Natalie.

“Don’t stop,” Natalie said. James didn’t stop, not until every card had reached its max, every account was drained. There was no more he could physically give. It should have made him feel anxious, used, helpless. Instead he felt joy like never before.

“Total financial destruction,” Natalie murmured. Hearing her voice so soft, so pleased, was enough to make James squirm, quickly letting go of his cock so he didn’t cum. “Drop to your knees and repeat after me,” Natalie said, back to her normal bossy voice. James slid to his knees. “I am obedient.” Snap.

“I am obedient,” he said.

“My purpose is to please Majesty Natalie.” Snap. “I am forever waiting for my goddesses’ next command.” Snap. “I will be hers forever.”

James repeated it, one after the other.

“You can cum now,” Natalie said. “Weird gooner fuck.” James came.

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Meeting Natalie

Logan met Natalie at a party. He was attracted to her instantly, in her white sneakers and skimpy clothes. She was tiny, barely coming up to his chest. Her tanned skin was peaking through the gaps between her clothes, the skin of her flat stomach under her crop top, tight thighs, smooth calves. He watched her from a distance for a while, seeing her chat with her friends, her mouth turned upwards in a mischievous grin. She turned her doe-like eyes to a guy in the group who quickly went to bring them all drinks. She didn’t even thank him, just waved him away, sending him away from them like a slave.

Logan didn’t want to be creepy, but he found Natalie captivating, and his gaze kept wandering towards her, and he found himself drifting towards her as the night went on. He was close enough to hear her conversations, hear her laugh, her voice, the way she’d tease her friends–a mix of joking and cruel. Her voice was condescending, bitchy, and sexy. He could picture her speaking to him in bed, and could practically hear what she’d sound like moaning.

He spent half the night working up the courage to talk to her, not that Logan was usually a shy guy. But Natalie was exceptionally cute, and with a bit of alcohol in his veins, it was hard for Logan to focus on anything except how easy it would be to pick her up and have her wrap her legs around his waist. He didn’t want to be an asshole or make a fool of himself. In the end, it was Natalie who approached him.

She was bratty, flirty, and confident, and when she asked for his number, it was more of a demand.

“Maybe I’ll call you,” she said, walking away without looking back. Logan was worried his mouth was hanging open. He could still feel the heat of her touch on his arm, still hear her laugh when she’d giggled at the answer to a question she’d asked him, an answer he hadn’t meant to be funny.

Logan was still reeling from their interaction–and a bit of a hangover–the next day, when he got a text from Natalie. He was surprised to hear from her, if he was being honest, but glad of it. His cock throbbed as he pictured her in that short skirt she’d worn the day before, the way she’d tossed her hair over her shoulders, those pretty, full lips he was desperate to feel around his cock.

Take me to dinner, the text said. Logan wasn’t a controlling guy, but he was used to being the one in a relationship to make at least some of the decisions. Natalie’s confidence surprised and intrigued him. He liked how direct she was, how easy it seemed for her to ask for what she wanted. He texted her when and where, and met her at the restaurant in his nicest outfit. Natalie wore a golden dress that clung to her body, showing off her form, the curve of her small breasts, her abs. It boarded on inappropriate for the restaurant, but it was so hot, and no one complained about the glances that Natalie got as the two of them walked to their table. Logan tried to feel proud instead of jealous. Yes, they were all looking at her. But he was the one who was out to dinner with her.

The place was expensive, and, when the bill came, he paid it without flinching, though his nerves jangled, making him itch to check his bank balance. He forgot about it shortly, however, when Natalie asked him–told him, more accurately–to take her home.

Despite having scored a date with Natalie, he hadn’t really expected to get to take her home, but he was glad he’d tidied up a little anyway as she walked through his house, eyes scanning everything judgmentally.

“It’s not too fancy,” he said, tugging on his collar. “But it’s mine.”

“Mm,” Natalie said uninterestedly. “What do you have to drink?”

Logan opened a bottle of wine he’d been saving for a special promotion, even though Natalie barely sipped it, swirling it around her glass for a while while Logan tried desperately to keep the conversation interesting.

“I want ice cream,” Natalie announced, cutting him off in the middle of a story. Logan blinked, shaking himself a little, then nodded. Ice cream it was. Logan paid for the Uber.

He saw Natalie a few times over the next couple of weeks. Each time, he brought her a gift. She smiled, looked at it, then shoved it back in whatever designer bag she’d pulled it from, pursing her lips.

“Cute,” she said about a necklace that had cost Logan too much money. She let it fall into the bag, not even bothering to put it back into its box. “Let’s go get dinner.”

Despite the annoyance Logan felt when Natalie didn’t appreciate his gifts, he realized he’d already fallen in love with the girl. He did his best to keep her happy, running errands for her, paying for every expense she casually mentioned having, spending all of his free time with her. Soon, they were official, and he couldn’t have been happier or more under her spell.

The First Test

“I’m sharing this wishlist with you so you know the kinds of gifts I actually like,” Natalie said, the implication that she didn’t like many of his previous gifts being made clear. He snuck a peek at her username, Majesty Natalie. Plus, Logan had seen the bags sitting on her counter, unopened and unloved, collecting dust like a stack of dirty dishes or junk mail. He’d offered to clean up her house for her but she’d only scoffed and waved a hand at him. “You can pay a cleaner,” she said. “But I don’t want you touching my things.” Currently, Natalie was slowly sucking noodles from a bowl into her mouth, her lips pressed outward, her gaze on the phone in her hands. He was enthralled with her, impressed that she could make even eating pasta sexy. He picked at the dumplings on his plate, scanning through the wish list she’d sent him.

So many things on it were close to the gifts he’d showered he with, but just a bit better, more expensive, in every case.

“Natalie,” he said slowly, picking his words out carefully. “You know I lo–like you, a lot.” He swallowed, and Natalie lifted a brow, raising her big eyes to meet his. “But I can’t afford these.”

“That’s fine,” Natalie said, shrugging. Logan felt relief flood through him.

“I guess I just thought this relationship meant as much to you as it does to me.” She said it snappishly, but Logan was desperate to pick out a sad tone under her words.

“It means everything to me,” Logan said quickly, already regretting bringing it up. He didn’t want to anger her.

“I just don’t get it,” Natalie said, pouting. “I know you make a lot at your job. And you eat everyday, so I know you’re not struggling… I don’t know why I’m not worth it to you.”

“You are,” Logan quickly said. If some part of him pushed against the thought, wondered at why he was willing to spend so much of his savings on a girl he’d known barely a month, those thoughts were pushed out of his mind when Natalie’s doe eyes met him, big and brown and pleading. He shook himself, lost in her eyes for a moment. “You’re worth it,” Logan said, a little choked. He felt out of control, hypnotized, almost. But that was what love was supposed to feel like, right? Natalie gave him a sad, small smile, and his heart clenched. Of course she was worth it. She was so pretty, a princess play-acting as a commoner with her ramen and athletic wear, a goddess visiting earth for only a moment. He needed to cherish her.

“Which item on here is your favorite?” He asked.

“The most expensive one,” she said, her grin showing her white teeth. Logan added it to his cart, paid extra for the expedited shipping.

“It should be here tomorrow,” he told her. She stretched her leg under the table, stroking his calf with her pedicured toe. Logan felt shaky. He wanted her foot to go higher. He wanted to kiss her. She gave him her hand and he kissed the back of it, leaving it against his mouth as he felt the warmth of her tanned skin.

“You’re the best!” Natalie said, pulling her hand from his. She checked her phone and then stood. “I have to meet someone, I’ll see you tomorrow.” She was gone before Logan could think of a reply, feeling left in the lurch. Who was she seeing? He paid for both of their meals and spent the rest of his day miserably waiting for a text from her, trying to fight down his jealousy. He wasn’t that kind of guy, didn’t want to be that kind of boyfriend.

He was planning on asking her who she’d been with the next day. But they had a movie day planned, and he found himself focusing too hard on the sensation of her body pressed against his side as they cuddled on the couch. He had his arm over her shoulders, her head against his chest, her legs curled up and resting against his own. The warmth from her body was enough to drive him crazy, and anytime he thought about broaching the subject of her absence the day before she’d shift beside him, and he’d be so distracted by her little body he could say nothing at all. God, he was obsessed with her, he realized, inhaling the girly shampoo scent of her hair. He pulled out his phone, ordering another few items off the list as she watched. She stroked his thigh, as if rewarding him. He wanted to buy the whole list.

The Deception Begins

“I’m so glad you haven’t been pestering me for sex,” Natalie said in Logan’s arms. They were in bed, fully clothed, her tiny body tucked against his, caged in his arms like something he meant to protect. He hadn’t pestered her for sex, but he was aching for it. Surely, she could feel his stiff cock where her shin pressed against the fabric of his pants. She wiggled her toes and he felt the movement on his thigh. “Most guys are so annoying about it.” She wrinkled her nose, and Logan fought the urge to kiss it. He didn’t

like thinking about other guys asking Natalie for sex, didn’t like thinking that maybe she’d given in.

“Of course,” he said, smoothing down some of her hair, his voice soft. “Only when you’re ready.”

“I just care so much more about the rest of it, you know?” Natalie said, and Logan nodded. He knew exactly what she meant. He’d be happy to be with Natalie for the rest of his life without having sex with her. Of course, it would be torturous. But he truly loved her, and being around her–having her be his was more than he could ever ask for.

“Me too,” he agreed, nuzzling into her hair. “Have you ever–?”

“God, don’t be weird,” Natalie said, wiggling away from him. She glared up at him. “You don’t trust me, do you?”

“What? Of course I do?”

“Then why would you think I’ve slept with someone else when I haven’t slept with you? Do you think I’m a slut? Maybe you are, but I’m not.”

“I’m not–“

“You’re not a slut?” Natalie said, and the words did something strange to Logan’s gut, twisting them.

“No, I’m not. And sorry, I didn’t mean to ask invasive questions. I was just wondering.”

“I’m waiting for marriage,” Natalie explained, letting out a heavy, annoyed sigh. “I want to know the person I’m with wants me for me, not for my body.” She touched her body, almost subconsciously, running a hand over her side. It almost hurt Logan to watch. “Plus, if someone can stay loyal through that, I’ll know they really are faithful.”

“That makes sense,” Logan said, tentatively resting a hand on her upper arm, stroking her skin. She didn’t shake him off. “I want to prove to you that I’m yours,” he said. “I’ll never cheat on you, Natalie. And I’ll wait for you as long as you want.”

“Promise?” Natalie said, squirming closer and peering up at him with her big eyes.

“Promise,” Logan said. He could hardly believe he was the one she was choosing, that she wanted him enough to talk about the future, to undergo this challenge together. Faithful, Logan thought, chewing on the word. We’ll be faithful to each other for the rest of our lives. He was so lucky to be hers, so lucky to have her as his own.

“It’s just…” Natalie said, pausing to chew on her bottom lip.

“What?” Logan asked, pulling her closer to him, hugging her to his body. “What is it?”

“So many men have promised me they’d be loyal,” she explained. Logan couldn’t imagine another cheating on Natalie, but he listened, patting her hair. “And yet, sex was all they’d think about. One time, I dated this guy for a whole year, only to learn that every time we hung out, he’d go home and masturbate thinking about me! How weird and gross is that?” Natalie asked, and Logan swallowed, hoping she couldn’t see the flush that had spread across his cheeks. He did that too, stroking himself as he remembered each interaction of their day, every touch, every detail. He’d imagine what Natalie looked like under her crop tops, what her ass would feel like in his hands, what she’d look like with her bratty face fixed in a look of pleasure.

“So weird,” Logan managed to choke out. The next thing he knew, Natalie’s hand was sliding down his chest, slipping lower until she reached the band of his pants. Her skinny, pink manicured fingers slipped into his waistband, and Logan shivered.

“I think,” Natalie said, voice amused, eyes locked on Logan’s. Her hand slid lower, though his pubic hair. “That should only be something we do together,” she said, wrapping her fingers around the base of Logan’s cock. Logan nodded, gasping. She slid her hand up his shaft, squeezing tightly. “Don’t you think?”

“Yes,” Logan said quickly. Natalie stroked his cock again, and then she pulled her hand from his pants abruptly.

“Good,” she said, and then she rolled away from him, sitting up and stretching. She cast a look over her shoulder. “I’m hungry. Let’s go out.”

Logan stifled a groan, fighting with his body and desire as Natalie stood and pulled her clothes from her body, back to him so he could only see her back and panty-clad ass before she slipped into a dress and turned back to face him. “Hurry up.”

Financial Domination

“Just for this month,” Natalie promised, pushing her lip out in a pout. “If you really loved me, I wouldn’t have even had to ask,” she added, blinking fast, as if to hold back tears.

“Of course I love you,” Logan said, slowly, cautiously. He glanced away from her, around her lavish apartment. Her rent was likely more than his mortgage. “And I want to pay your rent. I just can’t afford it, not with my mortgage and car payments.” And the thousands of dollars I’ve spent on you over the last few months, Logan thought, but didn’t say it out loud. He was embarrassed, cheeks flushing. It made him feel so small, so bad, to not be able to afford to support his girlfriend. What kind of man did that make him? “What if you move in with me?” He asked, finally looking up and meeting her eyes. They were big and brown, dark with something he couldn’t name. He couldn’t look away, couldn’t blink.

“I want a boyfriend who takes care of me,” Natalie said, annoyed. “Don’t you want to take care of me?”

“I want to take care of you,” Logan said, unable to pull his gaze away. “Come live with me.”

“I need my own space.”

“You can have your own space,” Logan said, feeling the words leave his lips without his control. “You can have the spare room to yourself.” His office. The room was his office, which he needed for work. But he needed to keep Natalie happy, more.

“Your spare room isn’t even big enough for my clothes,” Natalie scoffed, pulling at the band of the sport’s bra she was wearing as a shirt expressively. Her eyes were still on Logan’s, digging into his mind. “But maybe I could convert it into a closet. If you built some shelves for me it might work,” she said, considering it.

“And then we could share the bedroom,” Logan said, but Natalie shook her head, looking mildly disgusted.

“Oh, no,” she said. “You can spend the night occasionally but I need my own space. That’s important to me. You know that.” She looked at him with disappointment and Logan cursed himself, mad that he’d gotten it so wrong once again. “Maybe you could rent someplace?”

“I could move back with my parents,” Logan said, feeling like he was underwater, like his consciousness was slipping through his fingers. All he could focus on was Natalie’s eyes, her voice, thoughts of her. He needed to please her, give her what she wanted.

“Ew!” Natalie said, “I can’t be with someone who lives with his parents,” she said, and Logan realized she was right, of course she was right. Natalie sighed. “I have to do everything myself,” she said, annoyance clear in her tone. She looked at Logan even more intensely, and he felt whatever it was holding his attention strengthen, his whole being consumed by Natalie.

“You want to give me your house and you’ll find an apartment nearby. A nice apartment,” Natalie clarified, as if she wasn’t confident that Logan could figure that out himself.

“I want to give you my house,” Logan agreed. “I’m going to rent a nice apartment somewhere nearby. So you can have your space.”

“You’re the best babe!” Natalie said, arching up on her tiptoes to press her lips to his. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her little body to his own as she parted his lips with hers and both their eyes fell closed. As soon as her pretty hypnotic eyes were closed, Logan felt dizzy, but he blamed it on the kiss. Kissing Natalie was intoxicating, like so many things about her. Her tongue itself somehow managed to be bratty, working its way into his mouth while demanding his own tongue meet her movements. Logan buried his hands in her soft black hair, weaving it between his fingers as Natalie deepened the kiss. He sucked on her bottom lip and she gave a small, sexy moan but pulled away abruptly.

“You’re going to make my lips puffy,” she complained, giving him a glare.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, trying to collect himself, to fight against his raging desires, his heart thudding hard.

She kissed his cheek, and he relaxed. She wasn’t mad at him. Everything was okay.

“I’ll need a car, too,” Natalie said, leaning against Logan’s chest. He held her close as she nuzzled into him. “Since you live in the middle of nowhere.”

“I’ll get you a car,” Logan promised. He kissed her head.

Logan picked up more hours at work, took out a few loans, and got a new credit card. It took him two weeks to find an apartment that Natalie agreed with, and it was double the price he wanted–knew he could afford–to pay. But Natalie was so happy with him.

“That shower is big enough for two people,” she said, giving him a look that made blood rush to his cock. The thought of seeing Natalie’s tan body naked… He signed the lease that afternoon.

He helped Natalie move into his house, nodding and attempt- ing to not let his worry show on his face as she listed the renovations that would be needed to make it suitable for her. They needed to be done, he knew. And he’d do anything for her, anything to prove to her that she was worth it to him.

“You’re a good boyfriend,” she said, as Logan cleaned his pool–her pool, now–and she sunbathed, her body clad in the teeniest of bathing suits. Logan was surprised but happy with her words, his chest swelling and a grin coming to his lips.

“Thanks,” he said. “Anything for you, babe.”

Natalie made a thoughtful noise then looked at him over the bridge of her glasses. “Get me a margarita from that place across town?”

The First Lie Uncovered

Logan fidgeted, biting his lip. Natalie’s phone was in his hand, and his heart was in his stomach.

“Can’t wait to see you again Majesty Natalie”, the message said, with a tongue emoji at the end. The contact was saved as simply “Simpy Wallet 2”. Logan paced his own kitchen, which had become Natalie’s, feeling like an idiot. He wasn’t even sleeping with her, and he’d given her so much. Only for her to be talking to other guys behind his back. He still loved her, foolishly, perhaps, but he wasn’t stupid, or, at least, he liked to think he wasn’t stupid. He couldn’t stay with someone who was cheating on him. He wanted her to have a good excuse for it, but he couldn’t think of a single thing that would make the message mean anything other than what he thought it meant. He wasn’t even angry, he was just heartbroken, sad and disappointed.

Natalie descended the stairs, her sneakered feet treading lightly, her lip curled in something between contempt and amusement, her hair tied up in a high ponytail. She was wearing sweatpants that hugged her thighs and ass and a matching black sweatshirt that was cropped short on the stomach. She wore no bra underneath it, and Logan could see the bumps of her nipples through the material of the shirt. When she noticed her phone in his hands her eyes narrowed and she slowed her steps.

“Why do you have my phone?” She asked.

“It went off while you were upstairs,” Logan said.

“So you decided to invade my privacy and look at it?”

“‘Invade your privacy?'” Logan said, shaking his head.

“Do you want to know what the message said?”

“Something you’re clearly taking out of context and getting all emotional about,” Natalie said, rolling her eyes. She crossed the room to him, holding out a small hand with a fresh set of nails–that Logan had paid for, of course. She indicated that he should give her the phone.

“Are you cheating on me?” Logan asked plainly, and Natalie shot him a glare.

“This is so triggering to me,” she said, though she didn’t seem the least bit triggered or upset, only annoyed, inconvenienced, maybe.

“Do you know how many of my boyfriends have been toxic assholes that haven’t respected my privacy? My ex used to make me show him my phone every single day. Every day, Logan. I wasn’t even supposed to look at other men. I didn’t think you were like that. I thought you were different, but I guess not.”

She pressed out her lip, pouting once again, and Logan pushed down the protective emotions her cute little upturned face made him feel.

“I’m sorry for invading your privacy,” he said, “that wasn’t my intention.”

“Whatever,” Natalie said, wiping at the corners of her eyes, even though Logan hadn’t noticed any tears. “Who was the message from, anyway?”

“Simpy Wallet 2,” Logan said, numbly. “He’s excited to see you again.” Natalie blinked up at him for a moment, then she shook her head.

“Logan,” she said, looking truly disappointed. “You’re so fucking stupid.”

Logan opened his mouth to protest, feeling actually angry at her for the first time. She was cheating on him, and had the audacity to call him names?

“Don’t.” Natalie said, holding up a hand to silence him. “Use your head, Logan.” Hearing her say his name so much made emotions boil through Logan’s body. Desire and anger, disappointment and sadness. He still wanted her, despite everything, but the pain was too intense. “Does “Simpy wallet 2″ sound like something I’d use as a contact for someone I liked? For someone I was seeing?”

“Maybe,” Logan said, but the seed of doubt had been planted, and Logan wanted desperately to not believe.

“No, it doesn’t. You, for example, are saved as ‘Mine’ with a heart.” Natalie said, giving him a pointed look.

Guilt started to curl in his stomach. Mine, he thought, heart aching. Hers.

“I hate that guy, Logan.”

“Then why text him?” Logan asked, but the fight in him was extinguished, replaced with confusion.

“I didn’t,” Natalie said, annoyed. “He texted me.”

“Why would he text you if you hadn’t texted him?” Logan asked, and Natalie’s face turned from annoyance to fury, her eyes burning into his.

“Do you know how hard it is to be me?” She snapped. “How often it is that people like that–gross, rude, unappealing men text me? Catcall me? Try to get in my pants? Do you think I deserve it? Do you think I like it or something?”

“No!” Logan hurried to say, taking a step closer to Natalie. He wanted to wrap her body in his arms. He wanted to drop to his knees and apologize. “No, no, I didn’t even think, Natalie, I’m so sorry.”

“I thought you cared about me,” Natalie said, her anger breaking into a sad noise for just a moment, brief enough that Logan questioned if it were real. “I thought you’d support me. I thought you’d be on my side.”

“Baby,” Logan said, and then he did wrap her in his arms, resting his chin on her hair, pulling her close. “Baby, I’m so sorry. I don’t know why I would ever doubt you. It’s just– you’re so beautiful, babe. So perfect and amazing and intelligent, and I just can’t imagine not having you. I can’t imagine not being yours. Sometimes I don’t feel worthy and I–“

“Just trust me, next time,” Natalie said, pulling away enough to look up at him. He nodded, properly chastised. Natalie smiled, falling back against his chest, running her hands up his back, nails tracing along his skin in a way that made the desire in him grow to almost untamable proportions.

“Just trust me, Logan. My Logan.”

Worship at Her Feet

Logan laid in bed, Natalie’s bed in what used to be his house, scrolling on his phone. He had to admit, she had decorated the place nicer than he ever had. It had been the right choice to give her the house, though he did wish they could live there together. But Natalie liked her space.

“I like being excited to see you,” Natalie had told him, wiggling into his arms, her small breasts rubbing against his chest. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and he could feel her hard nipples. “If we lived together it would take away so much of the romance.”

Still, she let him visit often. She was laying in bed next to him but upside down, on her stomach, her face near the foot of the bed. She was propped up on her elbows, scrolling on her phone, kicking her feet idly in the air. Logan couldn’t help but watch the movement of her feet. She was wearing soft, short shorts that exposed her tan legs, and her feet were covered in bright white socks that were bunched at her ankles. She wiggled her toes as she moved her tiny feet, it was almost hypnotic to Logan.

“Do you have a foot-fetish or something?” Natalie sneered, and Logan realized she had been watching him, a judgemental frown on her lips.

“No,” Logan said, repressing the “not usually,” that he was thinking. It was something about Natalie’s feet in particular.

Size fives, tiny and adorable. It could also have been that she seemed to have been teasing him with them for ages, slowly peeling off her socks after a day out, playfully hitting him with the dirty socks. Shoes were her favorite thing to make him buy her, and she’d make him carry her old ones through the mall after she’d pulled on her new pair.

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“Why not?” Natalie asked, and Logan couldn’t help but feel like he’d disappointed her, that he’d failed some sort of test.

“I mean,” Logan said as Natalie rolled over in bed, so she was laying on her back, looking at him. “I love your feet. I just haven’t been that interested in other girl’s feet.”

“Why are we even talking about other girls right now?” Natalie whined, and Logan rested a hand on her ankle comfortingly. She kicked her leg away from him with a glare.

“I’m sorry babe, I just meant that you’re special. I feel differently about you than I have any other girl.”

“As you should,” Natalie said, but she moved her leg again, resting her foot on Logan’s chest. He wondered if she could feel his heartbeat speed up under her toes.

“I love every part of you,” Logan said, tentatively touching Natalie’s ankle again. She didn’t pull away. “From the hair on your head to the tip–” he lightly pinched her toes, and she giggled, wiggling them in his grip. “Of your toes.” Logan pulled her foot to her mouth, kissing the tips of her toes through her sock, one toe at a time. He lightly tickled the arch of her foot and she laughed but yanked her foot away.

“No tickling,” she admonished, glaring. “But you can give me a foot massage, if you promise to behave.”

“I promise,” Logan said, already working his thumbs into the pad of Natalie’s foot. She let herself fall back into the bed, her phone about her face as Logan massaged each foot in turn. It was a gift to be able to touch her like that, Logan though. He made sure to show his gratitude by doing a thorough job, kissing all over each foot when he was done.

“Do you worship my feet?” Natalie asked him, partway through, in that sexy, bratty voice she used when she was talking dirty. Logan’s cock, which was already stiff with need, twitched.

“Yes,” he promised.

“You should worship my feet everyday,” Natalie suggested, and Logan was quick to agree. “I might let you touch them, if you’re good,” she said, and Logan nodded.

“I’d like to massage your feet everyday,” Logan said, moving to pull one of her socks down. She slapped his hand.

“If you’re good,” she repeated. “Maybe I’d even let you lick them.”

Logan bought Natalie a foot spa bath, a gift he was quite proud of. She pressed her lips together when she saw it, but allowed him to set it up for her. It was the nicest one he could buy, with jets and led lights and moving massagers in the bottom. She seemed tentative about using it, but once her feet were in the warm water she wiggled her toes, making impossibly sexy oohing noises.

“This was a good gift,” Natalie praised Logan, and he almost burst with pride. She allowed him to wrap her feet in a towel and carry her to bed, where he applied cream to her feet, clipped her toenails, then gave her a massage by hand. While he worked her feet in her hands, he couldn’t stop himself from imagining what it would feel like to press his cock between the soft arches of her feet, considering what it would feel like to have her toes shifting against his pubic bone.

Logan became increasingly obsessed with Natalie’s feet, practically begging for her to allow him to worship them, but she only allowed occasionally, not wanting to spoil him. At first, Logan only fantasized about Natalie’s clean, manicured feet, her prettily painted toes, the soft skin he felt when he rubbed lotion onto her freshly washed arches and pads. But slowly, he wanted more and more of her feet. Once, when she was particularly happy with him, Natalie let him keep her dirty socks, and he wrapped them in a fist, bringing them to his nose as he masturbated, overwhelmed by the smell of her.

Of course, he wasn’t allowed to touch her feet for a week after he admitted to masturbating without her, since it was something they were supposed to do together. But a few thousand dollars of gifts later, and Natalie allowed him to touch them again, even letting him lick and kiss across the arches of her feet after she’d returned from the gym, her reward for him finally getting her a new car, since the first one he’d given he hadn’t been good enough. She was strict with him, but it hardly felt that way, since she was so playful and teasing, telling Logan with a laugh that he wouldn’t be allowed to suck her toes until he’d bought her dinner, and then changing her mind and only allowing him to give her a foot massage. Logan didn’t mind. Any opportunity to touch Natalie, to show her how important she was to him, was a gift to him.

Once, Natalie even agreed to give him a footjob, and it was almost as incredible as he’d imagined, her teasing him with her feet, running her toes up his shaft, giving her bratty smiles as she pressed her feet together and moved them up and down, his cock rubbing against her smooth arches. She talked to him as she played with his cock with her feet, reminding him that he worshiped her, that he was so lucky she wanted him, and Logan nodded, nodded and agreed, head tipping back as his orgasm built.

“Are you going to cum soon?” Natalie asked, and Logan nodded, unable to speak from the pleasure he was feeling. “Oops,” Natalie said, and she slipped, her foot hitting Logan’s balls hard, hard enough that Logan cried out in pain.

“Don’t be a baby,” Natalie chided. “My foot just slipped.” It felt like she had kicked him, the force with which her foot had collided with his scrotum. He felt lightheaded from the pain and the ruined orgasm, his nerves buzzing.

The Perfect Girlfriend Facade

“Logan,” Natalie said, rubbing soap over her lithe, tight body. “Don’t you dare cum, Logan. I swear to God.”

“Natalie, please,” Logan begged, his hand around his cock. He almost couldn’t contain himself, even though he’d stopped stroking himself. It had been a week since Natalie had let him get off, even longer since she’d touched him, instead making him worship her as he jerked himself off.

“Logan, no,” Natalie shot back in a mocking tone. “Learn to control yourself, you’re disgusting.” She rinsed the rest of the soap off her body and turned off the water, though droplets of it still clung to her skin, brown and tan all over, but a little lighter on her breasts and pubic bone, a line along the top of her ass from the bikini she wore to tan. Her pussy was bare, waxed, which Logan had paid for, but didn’t know why she bothered, since they weren’t having sex and she’d never so much as allowed him to look at her pussy. Her ass, sure. Her feet, often. He’d even been permitted to palm her breasts through her shirt. But her pussy was off limits, if he saw her touch herself through her panties he was lucky. “Not until we’re married,” Natalie always said, and scoffed at him every time he brought up marriage. “We haven’t even been together a year!” She’d say. “God, you’re obsessed with me.”

“Why aren’t you stroking yourself?” Natalie asked, annoyed. She let out a frustrated sigh. “It’s like you don’t even care what I want,” she pouted, and Logan returned to touching himself with a shaking hand, knowing he was going to cum, he wasn’t going to be able to help himself, and Natalie would be so angry.

Natalie walked out of the shower, still dripping, and stood in front of Logan where he sat on the closed toilet lid, admiring his girlfriend’s perfect body, stroking himself and trying desperately not to cum. Natalie turned around dramatically, leaning over to grab the edge of the sink in front of her. She stuck her ass out, practically in Logan’s face, then she threw him a look over her shoulder, shaking her ass.

It was all Logan could handle, and hot cum shot from his cock, some of it hitting Natalie’s ass, the rest his thighs and the floor, making a mess.

“I’m sorry–” he gasped, but it was too late, Natalie’s face had turned into a mask of fury and disgust.

“I just showered!” She screamed. “You stupid pathetic idiot! How hard is it to contain yourself, fucking idiot?” She turned and kicked him in the balls with wet feet, so quickly he couldn’t think, couldn’t react to protect himself. Two swift kicks before he cupped his balls and fell to the floor in pain, curling up on top of the puddle of his own cum in the steamy bathroom as Natalie quickly washed herself off again and then left him on the floor.

“Why aren’t you getting ready?” Natalie asked a few moments later, coming back into the bathroom to blow dry her hair. She wrinkled her nose at Logan on the floor, but otherwise pretended the fight hadn’t happened. Logan was glad she didn’t still seem mad. His balls ached, his stomach clenching with pain and nausea.

“We have reservations in an hour, and you need to shower.”

He pulled himself to his feet, taking a quick, cold shower– Natalie had used the hot water–and got ready beside his girlfriend, who kissed his cheek when he put on the shirt she liked. She forgave him, he thought, and it was going to be okay.

“Logan’s the best,” Natalie said, squeezing Logan’s arm possessively. One of Natalie’s friend’s partners had bailed, leaving the girl teary-eyed and mad at the world. “He’d never do that to me. You should break up with him and find a man like Logan.”

Logan kissed his girlfriend’s hair and she beamed up at him, making his heart soar.

“You guys really do have the best relationship,” another of Natalie’s friend’s, James, said. He was there with his girlfriend, a girl Logan knew Natalie couldn’t stand. The girlfriend gave James a jealous look, like complimenting another couple’s relationship was a crime. Probably, she was just envious of Natalie. Logan understood, he’d been jealous and insecure about James, too, for the longest time, but he’d learned to trust Natalie. But Natalie was so cute, and Logan figured it must make girls jealous.

“Yes, we do,” Natalie said, and Logan wrapped her in a quick hug. He both loved and hated going out with Natalie. Loved it, because she was the perfect girlfriend when they went out, sweeter and more loving than she ever was when they were alone, touching him almost carelessly, easily. He hated it because no matter where they seemed to go, Natalie met people, men, mostly, who liked to act like they knew Natalie, too. They’d flirt with her right in front of Logan, and he didn’t know how to ask Natalie how to not flirt back.

“I’m just being friendly,” she said, the first time he’d tried. “What, do you think I’m a slut or something? You never trust me.” He’d calmed her tears, holding her even as she punched an angry fist into his lap, accidentally–or at least, he believed it was accidentally–hitting his balls, making him gasp in pain. It was happening more often, the punches and kicks, but so were the kisses and touches, and Logan knew it was all worth it to be Natalie’s boyfriend.

The Other Man

Logan was in a war with his own mind. He sat in his car, parked just outside his old house, muttering to himself.

“Go home,” he told himself firmly. “She’s not cheating on you, idiot. She loves you.” His knuckles were white against the steering wheel, and his head ached. He hadn’t slept much since he’d overheard the conversation that had sent him on this particular spiral. It wasn’t the first time he’d thought Natalie might be cheating on him, but it was the first time, since the very first time, that he thought he might actually believe it.

He’d overheard her talking to James the other night, at dinner, promising to come over “and blow his big black cock better than his girlfriend”. It was pretty damning, and not something Logan thought he could have misheard. When Natalie had noticed him having returned from the bathroom she’d wrapped her arms around his neck like nothing had happened, but Logan had felt cold all over, a chill that hadn’t yet left him.

He wasn’t sure what he was going to accomplish sitting outside her house, except that Natalie had told him she had plans–as always, it was just “plans” with no explanation–and he had a sinking suspicion that her plan was James. Maybe he hoped to catch the two of them in the act, but he didn’t know if he could confront Natalie. No matter what, he still loved her.

This will prove it’s not true, he told himself. She’ll be heading to a beauty appointment or something.

Natalie’s ride pulled up, an Uber, since she hated to drive the car Logan had bought her, the one that was pushing him over the edge of bankruptcy. Swallowing his pride, Logan followed the car at a distance, his heart sinking as it wove its way across the city, towards the neighborhood Logan knew James lived.

James met Natalie at the door, and the two kissed, right out on the street, all Natalie’s complaints to Logan about PDA echoing in his head as he watched his girlfriend arch up into the touch of another man. James was massive, muscular and tall, and he made Natalie look particularly tiny as he lifted her up and carried her into his apartment.

Logan couldn’t move. He couldn’t get himself to drive away, couldn’t force himself to get out of the car to confront them. He didn’t want to believe it. He didn’t know how to piece together his shattered heart. He wanted someone to jump out from his backseat and say it was all some sort of elaborate prank, that his girlfriend wasn’t screwing other men.

He was there for an hour, and then his phone rang, rousing him from his thoughts.

“Hey babe,” Natalie’s voice, equal parts sweet and bratty, on the other end of the line. Logan thought he’d feel angry, but her voice only reminded him how much he loved her. “Where are you? Your phone says you’re nearby? I’m at the nail salon and I need a ride home.”

“Um, yeah, I’m close,” Logan managed to say, his words sounding choked. It was true, Natalie’s current favorite nail salon was nearby, walking distance. He saw her leave James’ house, headphones in her ear, chatting with him as she walked.

“My normal tech wasn’t even here, which is so annoying. They said they’ll give me a discount if I come back tomorrow. She had some kind of family emergency, blah blah blah. As if my nails aren’t an emergency. I don’t think I’ll be back. Come pick me up? I need my boyfriend…”

She needed him, Logan thought.

“I’ll be there in a second,” he promised, and he was. Natalie slid into his passenger seat with a huff, giving him an annoyed look for not opening her door for her.

“What’s your problem?” She asked, puffing out her lips and crossing her arms over her chest. She was wearing a crop top shirt that rode up when she crossed her arms, showing more of her flat stomach. She was wearing athletic shorts that hugged her body, leaving nothing up to the imagination. Logan couldn’t deny that he still wanted her, even though he thought he could smell Jame’s cologne on her.

He started to drive them to her house in silence, opening her door for her but still not speaking, his mind grinding, trying to decide what he would do or say, trying to piece together how he felt.

“Babe,” Natalie said, reaching up to touch his chest softly. “Logan, are you okay? Will you come inside with me? My feet are so sore. My whole body, really. Do you think you can give me a massage?”

“I know you weren’t at the nail salon,” Logan said, closing his eyes to try and push away images of his hands on Natalie’s body, squeezing her ass in those stretchy shorts, tracing his fingers over the bare skin on her back.

“Because my tech wasn’t there, yeah,” Natalie said. When he opened his eyes he saw her looking at him with something between annoyance and concern. “I literally told you that.”

She leaned against him, and the feeling of her body distracted him for a moment. He stepped away and she pouted, looking genuinely hurt.

“I went to James’ to kill time,” she said. “Nothing happened, Logan. I promise. Whatever you thought you saw you probably imagined. Your imagination goes so crazy. I kind of like that about you, actually. Except when you’re being jealous. Now come inside, please. I want to get these shoes off.”

Logan nodded, realizing she was right. He’d followed her ex- pecting to see something suspicious, so of course he’d imagined something suspicious going on. He’d done it before.

“I’m sorry,” Logan said, then realized how truly sorry he was. He had been such a bad boyfriend. He couldn’t believe she was still offering to let him touch her. She was the best, he wasn’t worthy of her. “I’m so, so, sorry Natalie. I love you so much.”

“I know,” she said, then stalked off ahead of him, making him race to catch up so he could open the front door for her.

Brutal Revelation

“Logan!” Natalie called, and Logan leaped to his feet like a well- trained dog, hurrying to meet her in the living room. “Come sit,” Natalie said, patting the seat next to her. Logan sat, but Natalie made a displeased noise. “No,” she said, exasperated. “On the ground. I want to put my legs on your shoulders.” She rolled her eyes at him, ending the movement with a pointed look.

“Unless you don’t want that?”

“Of course,” Logan said, sitting on the floor in front of Natalie,

leaning his back against the couch. Natalie draped each of her legs over his shoulders, and when he tipped his head back he could smell the sweet smell of her pussy. She kicked her heels against his stomach lightly, and he caught one of her feet in his hands, playing with it for as long as she’d let him before she wiggled it away.

“I have something to show you,” Natalie said. “I think you’re ready.” She leaned over, tipping her face so her dark hair created a halo around them, their own little space. Upside down, she looked adorable, maybe even cuter than Logan usually thought she looked. “You have to promise me something,” she said, her high, bratty voice serious.

“Anything,” Logan said, his breath moving the curtain of her hair. Her crotch was warm behind his head, her thighs on either side of his face driving him crazy.

“Promise you’ll love me no matter what?” Logan thought of the debt he was in for her, the way she’d isolated him from his friends, making him cut them off. He thought about how he’d given her his house. He thought about the times she’d hit him, the way he couldn’t even masturbate without her permission. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for Natalie, no limit to his love for her.

“I promise,” he said, sincerely.

“Good!” Natalie announced, sitting up. She pulled up a video on the TV.

It took Logan a moment to understand what he was seeing, his brain sputtering and refusing to accept it. In fact, it wasn’t the image that made him understand, but the noises, Natalie’s moans, high and girly, that he both recognized and didn’t. She’d never moaned for him like that, because they’d never fucked. And the Natalie on the TV was fucking, riding the man underneath her–James, Logan realized–passionately. Her tanned hand was splayed across James’ chest, her body moving across him rhythmically as he thrust inside her. Logan could see Natalie’s stomach bulging with each thrust, his cock big enough to make her eyes flutter each time he went deep.

Natalie must have been holding the camera, and she moved it, arms length from her, around, showing her naked body, James, the spot where their two bodies merged.

It was the first time Logan had ever actually seen his girl- friend’s pussy, at least close up like that, for more than a moment or two. He’d seen her naked, but never with her legs parted, never allowing him to really see her folds, her pink core, the hole that was stretched impossibly wide by a big black cock on the living room TV. The angle allowed him to see her asshole, too, puckered and tight-looking. Despite the disgust and nausea Logan felt watching his tiny girlfriend get demolished by such a big man–and man Logan had been envious of since the beginning of their relationship–despite his absolute humiliation, some small part of Logan was still turned on. His girlfriend had a perfect body, and seeing her take dick the way he knew she would, sent a wave of emotions through him. Mostly jealousy and shame, knowing other men had what he’d been denied, knowing, implicitly, that Natalie had taken these since they’d been together. Natalie clicked a button and the image changed. Natalie was on her knees, smiling up at the camera as she sucked and licked a black cock that was bigger and wider than Logan’s. Logan felt a sob bubble up and escape his mouth. Natalie sucked the cock slowly, luxuriously slow, as if she were enjoying it. She kissed up and down the shaft, then took the tip in her mouth, tightening her lips around the cock as she began to suck, bobbing her head down the its length. As she pulled her head back up to the tip, a trail of saliva dripped from the cock. Natalie pushed her head down, eyes bright as she looked up into the camera. Logan whimpered.

Natalie laughed, clicking the button again. She slid down from the couch into his lap, and his arms came around her automatically, even as he wanted to throw her off him, to run away, hide his face forever. On the screen, Natalie was on her back, socked feet in the air, her hands on her ankles as some big muscular black man fucked her, their bodies slapping together wetly. As Natalie on the TV screamed in pleasure while the man picked up the pace, Logan started to cry in earnest, and the Natalie in his arms watched him curiously.

“Why Natalie?” Logan sobbed eventually, after a few more clicks of the remote, a few more videos of Natalie getting fucked by men that were not Logan. The worst was one where she was bent over in bed–the bed that used to be his bed–facing the camera as James fucked her from behind, looking like a giant behind Logan’s tiny girlfriend. Natalie’s face had been a mix of satisfaction and brattiness, the same look she gave Logan the few times they’d touched themselves in tandem, her allowing him to watch her play with herself through the fabric of the panties he’d bought her.

“Why not?” Natalie asked, kissing Logan’s earlobe. Despite everything, despite how modified and humiliated and degraded he felt, her soft mouth on his ear made his eyes close. He could still hear her on the TV, those sexy moans, the sound of her breathing, the awful, punishing sound of another man panting as he fucked Logan’s girlfriend. “Don’t I deserve it?”

And didn’t she? Logan had always said he’d love Natalie no matter what, that she deserved the world. There was a sexiness in Natalie doing whatever she wanted, regardless of how it made Logan feel. But didn’t Logan deserve something, too? Why did those men get to fuck Natalie and he didn’t?

“Why not me, then?” Logan asked, voice hoarse from his tears.

Natalie twisted in his arms, getting even closer to him. She rubbed her little body against his, and he felt her warm breath across his neck. “Because you’re special,” she whispered, and Logan shivered. It was exactly what he needed to hear. He was special. She loved him. She fucked all those other guys, and of course she did, look at her, but she was still his girlfriend. He was important because he was Natalie’s and some part of him loved how much further he’d slipped under her control. His devotion didn’t waver, even as his heart broke.

Logan glanced at the screen. The camera was pointed towards Natalie’s feet, her toes curling into the bed. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close. It didn’t matter, nothing mattered to him except that Natalie was happy. He was complete if she was satisfied, and, judging from her screams on the TV, she was very satisfied.

Total Submission

Logan gasped, clutching at his head. Natalie stood in front of him, giving him an almost pitying smile. In her hand swung a small device with a bright light, which she switched off and pocketed. Memories were returning to Logan, memories he realized Natalie had been stealing from him for months, using whatever that strange little device was to make him forget. But now he was remembering, and the pain of it–and the memories themselves–made him dizzy.

They started from the very first time they’d met, the party where he’d been eyeing Natalie from across the room for most of the night. Suddenly, Logan could remember her slipping away with a man, returning with her hair a little wild, her makeup a little smudged, her eyes very dark and hungry. There were a few more memories like that, Natalie clearly having returned from a romp. There was a memory where Logan found a used condom in Natalie’s trashcan and she laughed at him, plucking it from his hand and hitting him across the face with it before dropping it into the trashcan again and pulling out her device. There were memories where Logan questioned Natalie about where she’d received certain gifts, and she told him honestly they were from her other lovers, making hot jealousy flood through Logan, only to disappear as she hypnotized him with her mysterious device. Again and again, Natalie cleaned up her little messes, erasing evidence of her infidelity that would have added up to a clear picture for Logan to see, once and for all, that Natalie was seeing other people. But that wasn’t all. As it turned out, Logan had caught her many times. In fact, it seemed like Natalie wasn’t too concerned about Logan catching her at all. She’d laugh at him, call him a name or two “dummy loser, pathetic cuck, stupid little doormat”, and then she’d hypnotize him with her flashing device and he’d be none the wiser.

Logan had even caught Natalie having sex with James, walked in on Natalie with his massive black cock up her asshole, her face twisted into a look Logan had never seen on her before. No wonder James had seemed amused every time he’d seen Logan. He’d been fucking Natalie literally right in front of Logan’s face and he hadn’t known.

One time, Logan remembered painfully, he’d come over to visit Natalie–on Valentines Day, his arms full of flowers and chocolates–and dropped everything on the floor in shock. Natalie had been with not just one man but five, one in every hole, her tiny hand wrapped around one cock while someone else fucked her feet. She hadn’t seen him for nearly ten minutes, too focused on taking the cocks in various holes, only noticing him when the men switched positions, her eyes locking on his, a laugh in her face.

“Take a seat,” she’d said. “They’re almost done.” He’d been frozen in place as they’d finished with his girlfriend, getting in a line to take turns using her mouth until they came across her face and tiny tits. He’d watched her, the girl who said “ew” when his cum touched her, let them cum all over her cute face like it was the tastiest thing she’d ever had.

The humiliation of it was overwhelming. Having it all come back to him, every memory crystal clear as if it had happened the day before, at once was too much. Logan fell to his knees. Natalie took a step closer to him, her hand touching his hair. The old Logan, the Logan before Natalie, would have pushed off her hand, pushed her, even, and left. But she’d broken him, changed him down to the core, and all he could do was lean his face into her hand, closing his eyes and inhaling the smell of her.

“I’m not going to stop,” she said, and Logan nodded, his eyes still closed, his face–his life, really– still in her hands. “I have no interest in fucking only one man all my life. And they have bigger cocks than you,” she said, and it sounded almost reasonable.

“Okay,” he croaked, and Natalie petted his face almost lovingly, but not.

“You can still be my favorite pet, if you’d like,” and the way she said it was like she was offering him a treat, giving him a gift. He was going to appreciate it.

“I’d like that very much,” he said, finally opening his eyes to meet her big eyes, gazing down at him with possessiveness. “I want to be your submissive pet.”

“And I’ll be your Goddess,” she told him. He nodded. “God- dess,” he said, reverently.

“You’ll continue to pay for my lifestyle,” she said, and

Logan agreed. “And I’m going to continue to not fuck you,” she added, her voice so sweet it made Logan choke.

“I understand,” he agreed.

“If you’re good I’ll let you touch me,” Natalie promised, and that was enough for Logan. Even being near her was enough for Logan.

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Chapter 1

Bruce shrugged off his jacket, stretching to crack his back as he made his way to his computer. He kicked off his pants, his underwear, and threw himself down onto his well-worn seat. He was practically shaking from his need to log onto his favorite porn sites, his cock already throbbing. This was his daily routine, and his body was primed for the masturbation session he was about to indulge in. The next few hours of his life would be consumed by the pretty girls on his screen. He’d eat whatever he could that involved the least amount of time away from his computer, get just enough sleep to be able to work tomorrow, and start the cycle over again the next day.

He stroked himself as he watched his videos, mostly vanilla porn with the same actresses he’d been watching for years. On that particular day, he couldn’t seem to find the right video, couldn’t seem to get into it. But he couldn’t pull himself away from the screen, either. Just stop watching, he told himself, even as he clicked on another video. Just shut it off. He doesn’t and two hours of his life slipped away. He realized, as he finally got close to cumming, that he didn’t even want to jack off. It had just become a habit. He frowned at the girl on his screen. She was pressing her naked tits together, making her nude, soft flesh spill out of the top of her shirt. She gave the camera a sexy smile, making a face. He came, but his heart wasn’t in it. As he wiped the remainder of his cum off his cock and threw away the tissue, he felt the shame setting in.

Bruce was wasting his life on porn. He was obsessed with it, knew intimate details about his favorite actresses’ online drama, followed them on X, subscribed to so many Loyalfans accounts he could never keep up with them all. It had started to make him feel numb. He felt disgusting and out of control. His life was porn, and he was spiraling.

I’m a porn addict, he thought. I have a problem. He opened a new tab, grimacing at all his recent searches, at every suggestion. It was all porn. He cleared his browser history, reset his cookies, and deleted all his bookmarks. He was serious about the change this time, he told himself. He googled “porn addiction help” and clicked on the first article, “10 Telltale Signs of Porn Addiction: How Majesty Natalie’s Resources Can Help!” He exhaled deeply, proud of himself for starting down this road of recovery. He felt better already. He was going to beat this. He was going to get better.

As he’s reading the first lines of the article his screen flashed. He barely noticed, even as it began to fully glitch, the article flashing in and out of view, replaced by a series of photos of a young woman. Bruce’s mind was encaptured, his attention drawn to his screen. He couldn’t look away. He didn’t want to look away. Everything outside of his computer screen was hazy and out of focus. On the screen, the woman smiled at him. She was cute, with a natural makeup look, full lips that smiled sweetly, even as her eyes were dark with something dubious. She had long black hair and was petite, with a tight, juicy ass and small tits. She wore tight, athletic-like clothing that Bruce almost felt he could touch, if he could just reach out and stroke the screen.

He couldn’t, though, because he found his hand drawn to his cock. He had started to stroke himself, even without realizing it. He tried to stop, but he couldn’t focus on controlling his hand. All he could do was watch the girl on his screen, Natalie, her body, her face. She’s so sexy, Bruce couldn’t look away. He was enchanted by her, compelled by each little movement she made. She’d wiggle her hips and he’d feel a rush, a real head rush. She’d toss her hair over her shoulder, adjusting her position on her seat, and he’d feel light-headed. She was magnificently gorgeous.

In all of the pictures and videos that flooded and overwhelmed his screen, he never saw her naked. In a way, it made each flash of flesh–her stomach when she wore a sports bra, her legs when she wore shorts, her collarbones peeking out from a loose collar, her thin arms–feel significant. She had a perfect belly, toned and tanned. When she traced her fingers over her skin, Bruce literally shivered.

The virus spread, the computer completely glitching out, but Bruce couldn’t stop watching the screen for each and every view of Natalie. Somewhere, deep in the recesses of his mind, he knew his computer had been compromised. But he couldn’t make himself care or react. Of all the girls he’s ever jacked off to, she was the best. There was just something about her that made all the blood rush to his cock, and he couldn’t help but stroke himself aggressively, even as his computer froze and flashed.

“My little click slut,” an innocent voice from the speakers said, Natalie’s voice. “Loser! Loser! Double loser!” She laughed. Bruce let out a hopeless groan, his mind blank except for her voice and thoughts of her tight little body. An image of her, back to, flashed on the screen. She squeezed her asscheeks together, tensing the muscles there, and all Bruce wanted in the world was to squeeze her body, to touch her himself. He wanted it so badly he couldn’t even articulate it in his own head. His mind was a hazy, thick blur of need for Majesty Natalie. He wasn’t sure where he was anymore, or even who he was. He was Natalie’s click slut, he supposed.

She flashed a bratty grin. She was adorable. “My click slut. Buy my clips more than once. Buy my clip 100 times! Do it now, click slut. I know your mind is gone, but I need you to focus enough to do this for me…”

He felt himself nodding, and, with his free hand, he purchased every clip in her store, 100 times, downloading file after file of his new porn Princess. He opened them, one after another, his hand relentless on his cock, nearly chafing the skin. There was Natalie, showing off her new costumes. Natalie, tiny feet near the screen, wiggling her toes as she talked about her shopping, Natalie, ignoring him, Natalie, touching herself through her clothes, teasing him with her covered pussy, squeezing her small breasts. It was all too much for Bruce. He couldn’t focus on anything but the overwhelming attraction he felt for her, the pleasure that coursed through his body as he looked at her tight tan body. Soon, he felt himself tensing, and then he exploded, cumming harder than he had in years, groaning out Natalie’s name.

Slowly, he regains enough of his mind to hear Majesty Natalie’s words on the video he’d been watching. “You’re going to come back to this video over and over.” She giggled. “Spend. Send. Do it again.” she taunted. “You’re going to have to get off to me every hour of every day. You need this.” She touched her body, and Bruce nodded at the screen, knowing she was right.

Chapter 2

Bruce had been watching Natalie’s videos for months. He’d seen them all. He’d paid extra to see them earlier than her other followers. He knew it was a problem, but he couldn’t stop. Anytime he’d so much as think of the little Latina his cock would stiffen. Her sexy, condescending cruel voice constantly whispered to him, convincing him to forget whatever plan he’d made and instead take his cock in his hand and jack off to her. He had spent all of his money and started to dip into the joint account with his wife. She’d begun taking notice, questioning him. He knew if he didn’t get his addiction under control he’d lose her, he was surprised he hadn’t already.

In a last ditch effort to break himself from the spell Majesty Natalie had him under, he unfollowed her on social media. Next, he tried to block her fansite, but found himself drawn in, his hand already stroking his cock as she spoke to him through the screen, telling him he couldn’t quit her.

“You can leave,” she said, “but you’ll be back. You’re such a pathetic goontard for me, you can’t live without me.” She was doing stretches, her toned, muscular body in tight athletic wear that showed off her sexy, petite form. She smiled sweetly at the camera. “The more money you give me, the longer I hold this stretch.” With that, she bent over, her tight little ass in the air, the outline of her pussy visible through the stretchy fabric of her yoga pants.

Bruce somehow managed to log out of the page, and he swiftly blocked it before she could pull her back in with her greedy smile. His addiction to Majesty Natalie clips was so bad, he missed when he’d just been a regular porn addict. He wiped his computer clean, clearing her videos from his device, throwing away a harddrive full of them.

He went through the rest of the day feeling like a zombie. He found himself back at his computer more than once, his body going through the motions of opening Natalie’s videos before he remembered that he’d deleted them all. His thoughts kept going back to her. He didn’t know what he was if he wasn’t her…what did she call him? A Gooner. He didn’t know what to do if it wasn’t to watch her, spend money on her, think about her, jack off to her. He needed to clear his head, distract himself. He knew that he was a porn addict, but surely porn would be better than Natalie, and it would help fill the hole in them that missing her had left.

He searched for the most vanilla content he could find, trying to recapture how he used to feel watching the videos of his favorite porn stars. He watched couples fucking, big tits bouncing, models moaning sexily. It hardly had any effect on him at all. He scrolled through endless videos, and the only ones that gave him a fraction of satisfaction were ones that reminded him of Natalie, girls with small breasts and toned stomachs, porn princesses with pigtails and tan skin. But even they couldn’t get his cock hard.

After hours of searching, Bruce began to feel helpless. He realized he was Natalie’s completely. She had broken him, or maybe he had already been broken, and she had only broken him further. He couldn’t get off to anything normal. He wasn’t normal. He couldn’t have sex with his wife. He couldn’t jack off to nudity. It was only Natalie for him, forever. His shame swelled inside him and finally, his cock started to stiffen. Tears collected in his eyes as he realized he was growing hard from his own shame, since it reminded him of Majesty Natalie and the way she made him feel.

As the realization hit him, his tears fell, dripping onto his cock. He was completely reliant on Natalie to cum, to get hard, even to feel arousal. His whole world was her, and he was helpless to stop it. He found himself unblocking her, even as his tears streaked down his cheeks. He’d have to resubscribe, he realized. He’d have to download all the videos he’d taken months to find and purchase. It was going to cost all of his money, and his wife’s money, too. She was going to divorce him, she’d have no choice.

He found some of his favorite videos first, and downloaded them all. He opened the first one that loaded, a short clip of Natalie showing off her outfit while she sat on her bed. She shot the video on her phone, holding it above her head as she smiled into the camera. He started to jack off before the video even loaded, his body tense and ready, his mind finally relaxing into its familiar pattern. He felt like a drug addict who’d just been given a pill, the effects of it impacting him even before he’d swallowed it.

“Hi loser!” she said. “Look at my outfit today.” She moved the camera down to show off her crop top, a sheer white shirt with pink sleeves, her cute belly exposed below the shirt. Her nipples were visible through the fabric, and she rubbed her tits as she gave a little fake moan, making fun of him while she did it. He gripped his cock harder, stroking himself relentlessly. His orgasm was building stronger and faster than he was used to. She switched the view of the camera so the only thing he could see were her legs. She moved her thighs together, soft skin rubbing against soft skin, then angled the camera to show only her lower legs.

He would have emptied his bank account just to be able to lick the sole of her shoe, and she knew it. She wore bright white socks that contrasted beautifully with her tanned skin. Her sneakers were also white, and she wiggled her feet, turning her feet inward so her toes touched.

Bruce gave a mighty groan, knowing that this was all she had to do to control him completely, to make him cum, to make himself give up his life in the pursuit of one more orgasm watching her. He was obsessed with every part of her, every hair on her head to the bottom of her feet. He came, harder than he ever had before, his shame and pleasure building and exploding in unison. He was Majesty Natalie’s.

Chapter 3

Bruce had just gotten off the phone with his ex-wife. He’d had to beg her for money, which he desperately needed to buy a used pair of Natalie’s socks. She promised they still smelt from when she had peeled them off her petite feet at the gym, and Bruce needed them. He knew, from months and months of watching her videos, that it was his purpose in life to spend money on Majesty Natalie. He existed to fund and, occasionally, amuse her. He knew she was better than him, that his life was worth a fraction of hers, that he was inadequate in all ways. To him she was literally a Goddess. He worshiped her entirely.

Owning a pair of her socks would have been like owning prayer beads, ones he could put his pathetic nose to and inhale the scent of her. Even the stink of her feet would have been too good for him, he knew. He’d drained his bank account, and his ex-wife was unwilling to give him money, no matter what excuse he could come up with for needing it. Instead, he pulled out another credit card that would soon be maxed out, purchasing the socks obediently. Natalie had wanted him to do it, so he’d done it. She’d taught him that he was good for nothing, just a stupid goon slut that meant nothing to her.

Just as he was about to put the purchase through, he got a message from Natalie. Her phone lines were on! He’d been working up the courage to call her since he’d stumbled on her videos, but he knew he wasn’t good enough to have her sweet voice talking directly to him. He knew he’d make a fool of himself. Plus, it was expensive, nearly ten dollars per minute. But the card he was using was already going to be shut down by the end of the week, and Natalie already thought he was pathetic and a loser. He bought her used socks, and still half hard from the thrill of the purchase, he decided to call her. Hands shaking, he dialed her femdom phone line.

“Hello little simp,” Natalie’s voice was cruel and high, her inflection bratty and indifferent. Desire coursed through Bruce. Hearing her speak to him was almost enough to make him lightheaded, in part from all the blood that rushed to his cock in an instant.

“Natalie,” he breathed, unable to think of anything else to say.

“Goddess Natalie to you,” she said, already sounding bored of the conversation.

“I just bought your socks,” Bruce said. “I can’t wait for them to arrive, Goddess Natalie.”

“I’ll be you can’t, bitch. I bet it’s the best thing to happen in your sad life in a while, am I right?”

“Yes, Natalie, you’re right,” Bruce hurried to say. “I hope they still smell like you.”

Natalie made a non-committal noise of agreement, barely listening to Bruce. He could hear her TV, loud in the background. It was clear paying attention to Bruce was the last of the things Natalie planned to do. The disregard stung, and made Bruce’s cock ache.

“I bought your panties awhile back and–“

“Are you touching yourself right now, loser?” Natalie cut in, clearly not having been listening to him at all. “Sorry,” she added, not sounding sorry in the slightest. “I’m shopping for new shoes right now. Should I get the white ones with the pink accents or red ones? Which one are you buying for me, you loser wallet?”

“Whichever one you want, Goddess. And yes, I’m touching myself. I can’t help but stroke my cock when I think of you.”

Natalie giggled. “Yeah, I bet you can’t. I’ll send you a link to the sneakers, you can buy me both. I’m size five.” Bruce groaned, thinking about her tiny feet in shoes that he himself had bought. “Slow down the movements of your hands. You should have waited for me to tell you you could jerk off. You’re so disgusting and pathetic. No wonder you’re such a loser loner. Get on your knees. I want them bruised for me.”

Bruce lowered himself to the ground and stroked himself slower. “Yes, Goddess, you’re right. I’m sorry Natalie.”

“If you were here I’d make you kiss my toes. But thank god you’re not, you’d make my room smell like desperation. You literally probably stink, all alone in your sweaty nasty goon cave.” There was a long pause where Natalie scrolled, shopping for something else, barely hearing Bruce’s heavy breathing on the other end of the phone. He kept stroking himself slowly. “Oh, are you still here?” She asked, sounding annoyed. “You really are a miserable gooner, aren’t you? I want you to squeeze the base of your tiny cock–is your cock tiny? Just kidding, don’t tell me, I’m sure it is–and watch your pre-cum drip out of your cock for me. Now taste it.” There was a moment’s hesitation before Bruce dipped his fingers in the off-white liquid, and then he brought it to his lips. “I didn’t hear a ‘yes, Goddess,” Majesty Natalie said. “God, you can’t even be a simp correctly. You’re the most hopeless loser I’ve ever had talked to. I don’t even care if you die. Only if you’re leaving your money to me.”

His cock twitched and he let out a groan. He tasted his own cum in his mouth while he listened to her humiliate him. She was so cruel. His knees hurt. He’d never felt so pathetic, or so turned on. The meaner she got to him the more his cock ache and wanted more.

“Have you started to stroke yourself again? You better not have,” she said, sounding more distracted than annoyed. He wasn’t worth even half her attention, and she wasn’t scared to show him that. “I guess you can just run one finger up and down the length of your gross goon stick. Slowly.”

“Yes, Majesty Natalie.” Even that sensation drove Bruce mad, he ran his finger up and down his cock, listening to the silence of her ignoring him, wasting his money and his time like he was no more than a piece of trash.

“Okay,” Natalie said, finally. “Spit on your hand and stroke yourself fast, as fast as your slow brain can manage. I’m gonna give you a cum countdown.”

Bruce whimpered. This was too much to handle. His cock was leaking for her.

“10…9…8…7…6…5…”

Bruce groaned. His ex-wife could never make him feel this.

“…4…3…2…1…Cum for me loser, okay?” Natalie said, distracted by her online shopping.

Instantly Bruce spit on his hand, jacking off as fast as he could, fast enough that it made him breathless. “Majesty Natalie, could you–” he was about to ask her to say his name, or even just make a noise, anything for him to get off to, but instead she hung up, and he came to the click of the phone and the knowledge that he was so insignificant to her that she didn’t care if he came or didn’t. As long as she’d gotten his money, as long as he knew he was hers. He came hard, a sob wrecking his body. Pleasure so great it was overwhelming flooded through him as he came, on his knees, with a dead phone line against his ear.

He had no regrets.

Chapter 4

“Hello stupid goon,” Majesty Natalie said as the video finally loaded. Bruce had spent so much money on this one, as he had for all of her videos. She had recently increased the cost, but it didn’t stop him. He’d do anything for even a glimpse of his porn princess. As soon as he clicked play, a file started to download onto his device, and then another. It was always happening with Natalie’s videos, sometimes freezing his screen, sometimes bugging his computer down with so many viruses he’d have to buy a brand new one the next day.

In the new video, Natalie’s hair was down, cascading over her narrow shoulders. She was wearing a bikini that exposed most of her little body, her perfectly shaped belly, her tanned upper thighs. The rest legs were covered in thigh-high socks in a light pink that matched the striped bikini. When she leaned forward, Bruce could almost see her nipples from under the bikini. Almost, but not quite, like she didn’t think he deserved to see them, and she probably didn’t. Her clip featured a pink spiral, turning and twisting and making Bruce’s mind feel groggy.

He always felt transfixed watching Natalie’s videos, and the power of this one had his brain turning to mush. Even if he had tried to shut the video off, tried to get clean from his overwhelming porn addiction–his addiction to Natalie, in particular–the background pulled him in, kept him hooked. Natalie herself, too, had him feeling like a porn zombie, only able to focus on the way her–the way she moved, the sound of her voice–as she started to talk to him.

“How is my idiot cum slut today?” She asked. Bruce felt his stomach twist, thinking about just how literal that term had become for him. Ever since Natalie had made him eat his own cum, he hadn’t been able to get over the humiliation of it. But more than that, he couldn’t get over just how much it had turned him on. “Oh wait! I don’t care. You’re just a human wallet to me. I could care less about your well being. As long as you are able to give me money.”

Suddenly, the screen split and a second video loaded. The change caused a fresh wave of glitching on his computer, and for a moment, Bruce panicked. Not about the unequivocal damage that was being done to his computer, but over the possibility that he might lose sight of Natalie. Luckily, she stayed on one of the screens.

“Take your dick out, pathetic simp,” Majesty Natalie instructed, and Bruce complied quickly. The second screen had a white background, and right up close to the camera were Natalie’s small hands, gripping a large, realistic looking dildo. In the first screen, she leaned close to the camera, so her perfect face was in the shot. Her big brown eyes made her look innocent, even as her full lips smirked judgmentally, and she wrinkled her nose.

“Are you matching my pace, dummy?” She was slowly stroking the dildo. “I want you to go nice and slow, but that shouldn’t be hard for you, should it? Stupid gooner, I’m surprised you can manage anything other than jerking off with how rotted out your porn brain is. You only really think about me, don’t you?” Bruce nodded, feeling his shame bubbling inside him.

“You live to jerk off to me. I am your Goddess, and you worship everything about me. You’re pathetic, a loser, nothing without the direction I give you. Your own purpose is to be my simp, to kiss the ground I walk on, to give me all your money. Isn’t that right, loser?” Bruce nodded, feeling the pressure of tears behind his eyes. It was humiliating to know everything she said was true. His life was only worth what he could give to Natalie.

And Natalie was so sexy. In one frame, she was gently touching her body. She traced her hands over the parts of her Bruce ached to touch, but knew he didn’t deserve. She ran her hands through her hair, twirling a lock around her fingers. She touched her inner thigh, shivering just a little at her own touch, then dragged her fingers slowly across her stomach. Next, she took her small breasts in her hands, massaging them through the fabric of her bikini. Bruce could barely breathe watching her. All the while, she kept a painfully slow pace on the dildo in the other frame. Bruce felt his arousal rising, he needed to cum, and he needed to taste his salty, pitiful cum again. Just to hear her laugh.

“Don’t you even think about cumming until I’ve told you to,” Majesty Natalie scolded, her hand on the dildo stopping. “You’re my stupid little simp, and you’ll cum when I tell you to cum.” She started to move her hand again, and Bruce bucked, his body twitching with the need to cum. He couldn’t believe how tight of a leash Natalie had him on. He felt impossibly ashamed. He felt small, helpless, deplorable, totally and utterly controlled. And part of him liked it. Part of him grew more and more at ease the more he gave himself over to his porn Goddess.

“Okay,” Natalie said, the frame with her body showing her touching herself through her bikini bottoms, her finger drawing small circles. “Cum for me, stupid fucking idiot.”

Bruce didn’t need to be told twice, cumming into his palm with a grunt. Hesitantly, shamefully, he raised his palm to his lips, shuttering as he started to lap up his cum. He shivered, full of shame and regret as he tasted himself, knowing he was so far beyond help, so immersed in his princess’s world.

Just then, his phone rang. He was surprised to see that it was his ex wife. He steadied his breath and picked up. They exchanged pleasantries for a moment, Bruce feeling awful about the fact that his limp dick was still in his lap, and then she cleared her throat.

“I guess I’m calling because I miss you.” His ex wife said, and Bruce couldn’t believe his ears. “I’m offering you a second chance. I know you have a problem. But I want us to work.”

“I do too,” Bruce hurried to say. “I’ll do whatever I need to to make this work, I promise.” He meant it. He was going to quit Natalie, to overcome his porn addiction. He was tired of his femdom addiction. He wanted his wife back, wanted his life back. He unplugged his computer, carrying the entire thing to the trash. He scrolled to all of Natalie’s accounts on his phone, blocking one after another, deleting everything he’d downloaded. He felt good. He’d never been able to get this far with Natalie before, always becoming distracted by her cutesy smile and the temptation to allow her to tell him just how worthless he knew he was. But this time was different.

He was fairly sure he’d deleted it all, and he sat back, sighing. He was ashamed of his addiction, and had let it get too far. This was the fresh start he needed, for him and his wife.

His phone chimed. It was an email from Majesty Natalie’s mailing list.

New Video! Click here if you’re a submissive simp!

Bruce’s thumb hovered over the link…

Chapter 5

Bruce was proud of himself for his progress. Did he frequently unblock Natalie and spend an outrageous amount of money to get back the content he had deleted when he tried to quit? Yes. But he would delete it all back again, and he was getting better, going days without getting off to Natalie (which, unfortunately for him, meant days of not getting off at all). He was showing improvement.

So when he got a notification from Majesty Natalie’s mailing list advertising a way to quit, he thought it might just be the perfect thing for him. There might have been a voice at the back of his head reminding him that he had stumbled upon Natalie herself the first time he tried to get over his addiction to porn, back when he had been an almost normal person, not Natalie’s simp. He pushed away all his worries, opening the email.

“Goonblocker”, the email read, “Is my new program to help pathetic gooners like yourself finally quit porn for good. Watch all my clips and content, but censored! Start downloading here.” The image attached to the email was Majesty Natalie, her hair done up in two braids along either side of her head, her petite chest covered by the words “Goonblocker”, her toned, tan stomach visible.

Censored? Pixelated? Bruce didn’t want that at all. It went against all his natural desires. But he knew Natalie. She was smarter than him. She deserved his money, so she’d get as much of it as he could give, and that included re-downloading all of her videos with the Goonblocker censoring her body. His cock throbbed as he downloaded video after video, excited to watch them and help cure himself of porn addiction at last.

“New videos to come,” The second paragraph of the email had promised. God, he couldn’t wait.

Bruce spent the afternoon watching all of the clips she had censored, waiting for his email to let him know when she uploaded a new one. He had made plans with his wife, but he canceled them, not wanting to miss out on the new pixelated video.

“Hello dumb gooner,” Natalie said as soon as Bruce pulled the video up. She was wearing tiny, soft looking white shorts and a matching top, her nipples pressing through the soft fabric. It took Bruce a moment to realize she wasn’t censored, he was so distracted by the expanse of her light brown skin. His cock ached. “So, you’ve realized you’re not worthy enough to look at my body. Took you long enough.” The pixels started to cover her shorts, her top. He could just make out the white color through the pixelation.

Bruce is ashamed to realize he’s just as horny at her pixelated body as he was when he could see her, but he can’t stop the video now. Her words just make him feel more humiliated, but that only makes him want to give her more. He pulled up her site, sending her a tribute. Pre-cum leaked from his cock. Try as he might, spending money on Majesty Natalie, his Goddess, made him hard.

“You’re probably touching yourself just imagining my ass, aren’t you, degenerate loser?” Natalie said in her bratty voice. She turned around to show her pixelated ass. “God, that’s sad.” The pixelation bubble grew, covering her stomach and upper thighs. Bruce’s hand stroked his cock, even as he felt a sob bubble up in his throat. The pixelation spread further, covering Natalie’s entire body except her sneaker-clad feet.

“You don’t deserve to see my face,” Natalie said. “Say it outloud you gooner simp. ‘I don’t deserve to see your face’. I know it makes you so horny to know you’re worthless to me. Except as a human wallet, right?”

“I don’t deserve to see your face,” Bruce said, “I don’t deserve you, Natalie.”

“While you’re thinking about how much of a miserable porn addict you are, why not send me some more money? Don’t I deserve it for making these videos beta-safe for you? You should pay twice as much for them. Go ahead, give me twice as much as this video cost.” Bruce did, even though he’d just sent her money he gave her more. He’d give her everything if she asked. As soon as the site made the “swoosh” noise that indicated his money was sent he came, Natalie’s bratty voice mocking him, reminding him how much of a brainwashed goon he was. He’d get off to just her feet, the only part of her he deserved.

Bruce canceled his plans for the rest of the week, clearing his schedule to make room for the new censored Goonblocker videos. He watched them religiously, even though he knew he had fallen back into his addiction. He’d fallen harder this time, too. But this felt right. Of course he wasn’t good enough to see Natalie’s body, not even her panties.

“Look at my new panties,” Natalie said in one video,

holding them up to the camera. Bruce could only make out the color through the pixelation: bright pink. “Oh wait, you’re too stupid and pathetic to see them. I’m going to try them on.” The video cut to her wearing them, or, Bruce assumed it was them. He could make out the shiny material through the blur, and she moved her handheld camera over her body, showing a close up between her legs. Bruce leaned into his screen, desperate for even a glimpse of her clothed pussy, but all he got was the pixelation. “Do you like them?” Natalie said, laughing. She wiggled her legs, grinding back into the bed. God, Bruce wished he was worthy enough to see her. But the fact that he wasn’t fueled him, and he sent more money to Natalie and jerked himself off as she mocked him. He came to her touching herself through her panties, her small hand just a blur against the pixelated fabric.

He deserved this. Denial. Humiliation. Censored porn. Majesty Natalie was making him see the truth of his so called manhood. She was teaching him about his own sexuality. She knew more about him than he knew about himself. He could see that she was, as always, right about everything.

He bought and loaded up the next Goonblocker clip…

Chapter 6

Bruce had been watching Natalie’s videos for days. She had recently started dropping content in the mornings instead of the evenings, and it was positively killing Bruce to have to wait until his work day was up so he could come home and watch her videos.

He felt like a failure. He couldn’t focus at work, even less so than normal, and he couldn’t even prioritize Natalie the way he knew she deserved to be worshiped. All the subliminal teachings she’d given him over the time he’d spent watching her videos told him he should be doing more to support his porn princess. And yet, if he quit his job he wouldn’t be able to pay for her content. He wanted, more than anything, to have a work from home job that would allow him to have work on one monitor and Majesty Natalie on the other, but he didn’t have the skillset.

He’d tried to watch Natalie’s videos on his lunch break, but they were just a bit too long, and he’d have to make excuses to stay on his break longer. He was still watching the pixelated Goonblocker clips, knowing that he wasn’t worthy of watching uncensored videos of her. He didn’t deserve to see her skin, her tiny body, her pretty clothes. He should be grateful he’s even allowed to listen to her bratty voice. And he was. He was so grateful.

He took his break a few minutes early, trying his best to not draw attention to the fact that he was slipping out before it was time. He sneakily locked himself in his car and played Natalie’s new YouTube video. It was a Goonblocker clip, but she uploaded it free to her channel.

“Good morning gooner,” Majesty Natalie said, sounding cute and bored. She was wearing a white crop top and pink yoga pants, and her tits were centered, so Bruce couldn’t tell if she was wearing a bra under it or not. If he knew Natalie, probably not. His gooner cock ached at the thought. “I went on a shopping spree with some of the money I’ve been sent lately–which means I mean more, in case you’re too stupid to get the hint–and I wanted to show you my haul.”

Natalie began pulling clothes from bags, holding them up, making Bruce imagine them on her body–shiny skimpy bikinis and crop top sweaters, tight athletic wear and grey sweatpants. She had bought three different pairs of bleach white sneakers, size five, and some gold jewelry. Everything was designer, one tiny bikini top probably more expensive than everything Bruce owned put together. He had helped fund that. He felt a confusing rush of pride, purpose and shame. Pride that he had been able to fund Natalie’s shopping spree, shame that he had been draining his and his wife’s money for months to be able to do so. But Natalie needed him to be a good cum slut and give her his money. Every time he spent money on her it only made him more ashamed, and even more horny.

“Not only did I go shopping, I had slaves binge my wishlist. One of you bought a sexy toy.” Natalie said, pulling out a new bag in front of her. “I’ve already tried it out.” Bruce felt his palms grow sweaty. He had paid extra to buy a toy for her, specifically from him. He had picked it out on her website, wrote a note along with it, and signed it with his real name. Would she acknowledge him in this video? He didn’t know if he was worthy of it, and yet he still ached for her bratty voice to say his name. She held up the first item, sent to her from someone else, but it was pixelated. He had almost forgot this was a Goonblocker clip. “First, someone got me this fox tail butt plug. It’s silicone, soft, and small. It was fine. I looked adorable in it. But like. You literally only exist to spend money on me and you bought the cheapest thing possible? God, that’s annoying. I expect you to make up for it. As punishment, the bitch who bought this butt plug has to wear a butt plug into the office today. I know who you are. You know who you are.” She smirked, knowing her submissive would obey her every command, no matter how humiliating.

Bruce was glad he hadn’t bought the fox tail butt plug, even though he’d considered it. It would have been the smart thing to do financially, but Majesty Natalie deserved more. “Okay, next I have something really special from someone really special.” Natalie turned and looked at the camera, rolling her eyes. “Just kidding, I have a new bikini from someone who sent me their credit card info.” She held it up, but the blur made it appear to be only a shiny, maybe PVC blob. “I only care about your money.” Bruce knew it was only a YouTube video, yet he still felt the insult. It twisted his gut and made his cock throb. And it was throbbing.

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Bruce’s phone chimed. His boss, wondering where he was. He shot her back a message saying he was on his way and stuck his headphones in, listening to Natalie’s voice and glancing at the screen as he made his way back.

“By the way,” Natalie was saying, “If your cock is any smaller than this I feel bad for you. Or, I would feel bad about you, if I cared about you at all. My next wishlist gift was bought to me by a gooner so stupid he probably thought he was special for sending me a little pathetic love note with it. Well, Bruce, here’s my reply: Dear human wallet, I do not care about you, send me more money, XOXO, Majesty Natalie.”

Bruce had ducked into the bathroom, heart pounding, and made his way over to a toilet seat. He was transfixed, stuck to his screen like Natalie was running a hypnosis video. But she wasn’t, it was just the sound of her voice, saying his name. He couldn’t stop himself, pulling his cock out and stroking himself, as hard and fast as he could.

“This horny little gooner bought me a pair of high heels! Look, they’re red bottoms!” The shoes themselves were pixilated, but Bruce could hear them clacking together as she teased him. “Too bad I don’t like high heels. I’m a sneaker girl. I’m going to throw them away.” She did just that, right into the trash, and then she turned back to the camera. “Are you touching yourself gooner? Are you thinking about all the money you’ve spent on me, all the money you’re going to spend to make up for your mistakes here? You need to spend more. You need to get me what I really want.”

The screen started to pixelate, until Natalie was just a shape, a small, censored, feminine outline. She angled the camera to her feet which came into sharp focus. She wore bright white sneakers which she knocked together playfully. Bruce jerked off to her voice and those shoes, nodding along as she insulted him, already planning to tribute more of his money as soon as his hands were free. He rose to his feet and came hard into the toilet, letting out a long, heavy moan in the shape of Natalie’s name.

“Bruce?” Bruce hadn’t heard the door open–he must have forgotten to lock it–but he heard it swing shut. He glanced over the top of the stall and saw his boss, Sarah, looking hesitant. “What are you doing? You were supposed to be back at your desk ten minutes ago.”

“Sorry, I um, I had to use the bathroom.”

“The women’s bathroom? Bruce, something isn’t right here. I’m going to have to ask you to stay after today and meet with me, okay?”

“Okay, fine,” Bruce said, tucking his cock back into his pants. By the time he left the stall his boss was gone and he was alone again. He played the rest of Natalie’s video, even though he didn’t want to. He’d never felt so embarrassed. He bought Natalie another pair of shoes, this time a pair of pink Nikes, but it hardly made him feel better.

His post nut clarity was hitting. He was in trouble with his boss. And his personal life was in shambles.

Natalie was going to ruin him.

Chapter 7

Bruce’s wife wasn’t home when he got back from work on Friday night, but she had left the mail on the table for him to see, envelope after envelope addressed to him, most of them with “FINAL WARNING” in dark red ink stamped across the front. His wife had left a note across the top: “Deal with this.” He grabbed them all and brought them back to his computer room, tossing them in front of his monitor.

It was humiliating how bad his problem had gotten. He was in so much debt he was sure he’d never recover. He’d taken out credit cards, opened accounts in sketchier and sketchier to take out loans. There was a lien on his house, and the repo guys would be coming for his car any day now. He had dragged his wife back in with him, too. When they’d remarried he’d convinced her to give him access to her accounts, and he’d been slowly draining them. And for what? Why? Because Natalie said so, and Bruce was completely under her control. He had to spend money on her, even when he had no money, because Natalie told him he should.

He knew it was stupid. He knew it made him pathetic. He was completely and utterly shamed by it. But that only turned him on. Natalie had, slowly but surely, convinced him that it was his life’s purpose to give away all his money to her. If he was being fully and completely honest with himself, the only reason he cared whether he went bankrupt or not was because if he ended up homeless on the streets he wouldn’t be able to afford Majesty Natalie clips.

He pushed the mail aside. He would deal with them, he would. But first he needed to watch one of Natalie’s videos. It would help him to relax, get him in the right mindset to deal with his financial issues. He pulled his cock out, soft and small. He used to think he had a good cock, above average size, but Natalie had shown him the truth, that it was small and ugly. She was so much smarter than him.

As soon as he pulled up her video his cock stiffened, coming to life in his hand. It was an older video, one he had watched a few times before.

“Hello paypig.” Natalie said. She was wearing skimpy clothes, the top just barely wide enough to cover her nipples, the bottom a pink thong that only excited Bruce more. Her face was pixelated. “I decided betas like you don’t deserve to look at me today,” she said, running a hand down her toned stomach. “Losers like you don’t deserve rights. Isn’t that right, paypig?”

“Yes, Natalie,” Bruce whispered, nodding.

“I have to tell you a story today,” Natalie said, hopping up onto her bed. She piled pillows and blankets below her, straddling the soft pile, her thin, tan legs on either side of the stack. “Once upon a time,” she said, starting to grind into the pillow that rested against her bikini-clad pussy. “There was someone who watched my content. He used to call me every day. He’d send me money multiple times a day. He bought me all the clothes that I wanted, every outfit I asked for.” Natalie’s voice was patronizing and bratty. She abruptly stopped her gyrations, and flashed a loser symbol at the camera. “What was so special about him? Well, nothing, he was a stupid gooner just like any of you. But he did something very very special for me, that your Goddess has never forgotten. Do you want to know what it was, dummy?” Bruce nodded, even though he knew already. “He spent every last penny on me. He went bankrupt. Anytime he’d get even a dollar back, he’d spend it on me. It’s sexy to spend money on me,” Natalie said, and Bruce nodded. “It’s so hot to go broke for your Goddess.” Bruce stroked himself at the same speed that Natalie moved her hand. She was making jerk off motions and he did his best to match her pace. “Go, spend more money on me right now.”

Bruce pulled up Natalie’s page on his other monitor, sending her a gift of 100$. It was declined. He put in another card. Declined. He started to sweat, stressing. He needed to spend money on Natalie, but there was no more money. Finally, he found a card that worked, it was in overdraft, but he’d worry about the fee later. He pulled up all his accounts on the monitor, watching Natalie out of the corner of his eye, listening to her instruct him to send her even more money. He sent her another 20.

His accounts, each in red, each with flashing notification, warning him of his debt, glares at him on one screen. Good. Natalie thinks debt is sexy. He did this for her. He looks at the stack of mail in front of him, glances back to the monitors. Natalie is fake moaning, mocking him and picking up her stroking pace. Bruce grabs the stack of mail, crumbling it in his free hand. His other jerks himself off, hard and fast, until he’s cumming, pressing the crumpled mail to his tip, cumming into the stack of it as his monitor glares at him and Majesty Natalie lets out a giggle.

He cums so hard he feels a little light-headed, and he’s out of it enough that he doesn’t hear his wife until it’s nearly too late and she’s knocking on his door. He shoves the mail in the trash, closes both monitors, shoves his soft, drained cock in his pants and tells her she can come in. That was close.

Chapter 8

Bruce didn’t have the money to call Natalie’s phone line the other day, which ruined his entire week. But he’d been paid and finally had enough money to give her a call. He’d even have some money left after the fact that he could spend on his wife, perhaps. He’d been feeling guilty since she nearly caught him jerking off to Natalie once again. He’d lied to her and told her he’d talked to his debtors, that it was all a big misunderstanding, and she seemed to trust him.

She’d snuggled into his arms that night for the first time in a week, and he’d built up his resolve to quit spending money on Natalie. He couldn’t quit her, he knew this now, he was her gooner forever. But maybe he could keep his spending in check, balance being Natalie’s paypig and being a real human being with a job and wife and life.

“Bruce,” Natalie said when he joined the call. Hearing her bratty voice say his name was enough to make his cock throb. “You didn’t call last week.”

“I didn’t have the money–” Bruce started, but Natalie cut him off.

“Um, I don’t care. Spending money on me is what you exist to do, right? I thought you liked spending money on me.”

“I do,” Bruce said, but she wasn’t listening to him. “Send me $100, I have something for you.”

“For me?” Bruce asked. Natalie had something for him, specifically? His palms started to sweat, his heart pounded. She thought about him? He wasn’t worthy. “I’m not worthy–” He began, but she cut him off.

“Just send me the money,” she snapped.

“Sent, Princess,” he said once he was done. Her bratty voice making him excited.

“Check your email. Oh, and if you’re not wearing headphones already, put some on.” Bruce’s inbox chimed with an email from Natalie. It was a link. He clicked it and the next thing he knew audio was playing, Natalie’s voice was layered over binaural beats, light music that seemed to flitter through Bruce’s head, lodging right in his brain. Her voice did what it always did to him, turned him on, but the music made him feel lightheaded and sleepy. He wanted to stroke his cock. He rested his head on the desk, playing with himself sleepily as Natalie spoke.

He could barely concentrate, but it seemed his brain was understanding her messages without him. He felt like a horny zombie.

“Gooner,” Natalie sneered. “Money, now.” A minute later, “Good paypig.”

Bruce felt himself sending her another $100. A small puddle of his drool gradually collected, wetting the side of his face. He couldn’t move to wipe it away, he needed one hand on his cock, the other on his mouth to give Natalie more of his money. The audio kept going, her words familiar. It was looping, he thought, somewhere in his dreamy brain. “Gooner. Money, now.” He clicked away, another 100 gone. “Good paypig.” He was a good paypig. He was Natalie’s good pay pig. Over and over again the hypnosis audio looped, and Bruce gave her money each time while he played with his cock. He couldn’t seem to get off, he was too drowsy, but he could click small small salary away.

Between her demands for money Natalie insulted him, calling him stupid, worthless, pathetic. He agreed. He nodded in a puddle of his own drool, his cock, which belonged to Natalie, aching but unable to get off. “Stupid simp,” Natalie said, and then the audio looped again. “Gooner. Money, now.”

“Good paypig,” She said.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, Bruce knew that he was nearing the last of his money. As the loop repeated, he hit send again but got an error message. That was it. His money was gone. He wouldn’t be taking his wife out this week, though he’d already promised her he would. He wouldn’t be paying off any debts. He didn’t even know how he’d pay for new clips next week. The shame and defeat built inside him, just as Natalie reminded him that he was a “good paypig,” and he came hard.

It took him a minute to come back to his senses, and when he did he checked the time. He had spent an hour in her hypnotic loop, missing out on her live call, but Natalie would still hopefully be online. He hoped back onto the call.

“Natalie,” he said. He was still feeling lightheaded. It took him a moment to place the emotions that were overwhelming him. Shock, fear, awe, all mixing together.

“God, why are you interrupting me?” Natalie asked, annoyed. “Why would you possibly think I care what you have to share.”

“I’m sorry, Goddess,” Bruce said, hanging his head in shame. “It’s just. I’ve just spent my last $100 on you. I was supposed to take my wife out with that money.”

Natalie laughed.

Bruce thought he was about to accuse her of hypnotizing him, maybe even beg her for some of his money back, he couldn’t. Her laugh, bratty and superior, took away all his doubts. Of course he gave her all his money. She deserved it.

“Am I a good paypig?” Bruce asked, but Natalie only giggled harder.

Chapter 9

Bruce felt so guilty about spending all his money on Natalie and canceling dinner plans with his wife that he decided to make her dinner at home, instead. He didn’t tell her the plan, letting himself be overwhelmed by her disappointment when he told her they wouldn’t be going out that week. He had expected her to get angry, or maybe sad, but her response was so much worse.

“Okay,” she’d said, sighing. She didn’t look upset, just disappointed.

“I’ll make up for it,” he had said, desperate for her to believe him.

“No, you won’t,” she had replied, and pulled out her phone, ignoring him.

He wanted his home cooked meal to be a surprise, so he left work early, arriving at his house before his wife. He started to cook, ignoring the urge he felt to watch one of Natalie’s videos. He wasn’t going to do it. Tonight was about his wife, not Natalie. His phone chimed to let him know that Natalie had posted to her fanclub, but he swiped away the notification without opening the app. It would be there later. So will my wife, a voice in the back of his head said, but deep down he knew that wasn’t true. He had already lost her once. He wasn’t going to let himself lose her again.

“Bruce,” she said, surprise evident in her voice as she walked through the door and smelt dinner cooking. “What’s this?”

“Surprise!” Bruce said, giving his wife a quick peck before heading back to the food on the stove. “I told you I’d make it up to you for not going out tonight, didn’t I?”

“I guess you did, yeah,” she was smiling, and Bruce’s heart ached as he realized he couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen his wife smile at him.

He poured her a glass of wine and instructed her to go dress up. She laughed as she raced upstairs to peel out of her work clothes and put on an evening dress. Bruce finished preparing the meal, and then he, too, put on nicer clothes, seating himself across the table from his wife. He lit a candle.

“Bruce, this is so romantic,” she said, honestly sounding impressed.

“Let’s hope it’s also delicious,” he replied, and she laughed.

They shared a perfect evening together, and Bruce was convinced he’d reminded his wife that she loved him. They laughed, they talked, and they didn’t argue once. His food was good, the wine was better, and they fell into bed together.

She kneeled on the bed, slowly slipping the straps of her dress off her shoulders, revealing her breasts. She slid the dress off her body, fabric pilling at her knees. She wore lingerie, a pair Bruce had bought her. He kissed his wife, tracing his hands over her body as she helped him out of her clothes, but his stomach had started to churn.

He didn’t find her attractive. Her body was so much different than Natalie’s petite, tan frame. She looked nothing like his Natalie.

She kept kissing him, her hand running along the outside of his underwear. She grasped his soft cock, stroking it, trying to work life into him. It wouldn’t work. Bruce knew it was never going to work. He belonged to porn now, Natalie had ruined him for anyone else, even his wife.

“Bruce,” his wife said, “please fuck me.”

“I can’t,” he said, desperate for her to understand. The happiness in her eyes had faded, the angry lines of disappointment reappearing on her face. She looked dissatisfied and frustrated.

“You can’t?” she repeated. He shook his head. “That’s fucking pathetic, Bruce.” She said, “You can barely pay attention to me normally, and the one time you seem to remember I exist you still can’t manage to get it up for me. You’re worthless to me. You don’t provide, you’re going to lose your job. You’re nearly bankrupt, if you aren’t already. You think I don’t know but I do. God, I should have stayed away from you. I should fuck someone else. It would probably be better than you ever used to be. I guarantee you I could find someone more attractive, with a bigger dick, and more money, who’s better in bed than you were tonight, if I wanted to.” She shook her head, the fire draining from her. “Let’s just go to bed, then.”

Bruce waited until he thought she was asleep, and then he finally, desperately, pulled up one of Natalie’s videos. He needed it. He felt like he might die without it. His cock stiffened before he even pulled it up. He was so pathetic. He could only get hard for Natalie, spending money on her, being denied by her, even being ignored by her. Why was Natalie’s inattention so much hotter to him than his wife’s attention? He didn’t know.

He stroked himself to a new video, an ignore fetish clip where Natalie has set her camera up to face the corner of her room. He knows she’s there, just off frame, staying out of his sight because he’s not good enough for her. He cums fast, letting out a quiet groan before switching off his phone and setting it on the bedside table.

“You’re really weird, and disgusting,” his wife whispered. “I saw that. I don’t know how I ever could have loved you. You’re just sad. Really fucking sad. Do you have a wall fetish now? What is wrong with you? Sad.”

Chapter 10

Bruce’s wife sat him down and laid it all out in black and white. Quit watching weird fetish porn or she would leave. It was a harder choice than he wanted to admit. He was so addicted to being Natalie’s human wallet that he struggled to remember his identity outside of lining her pockets and, occasionally, making her laugh at his patheticness. It was embarrassing, but he knew his place in the world, and it was somewhere just below Natalie’s size five feet.

But he remembered what it felt like to be more than just someone’s submissive, more than just a slave to a porn princess. He remembered loving his wife, feeling satisfied at his job. Majesty Natalie had hypnotized him well, but somewhere deep down he still craved more. So he agreed. He gave his wife his passcodes, sat with her as she went through everything, his bank statements, his credit card debts, and, most embarrassingly, Natalie’s fan pages, her emails, the hundreds of files of her videos. His wife saw, and deleted them all.

It worked, too. Bruce felt weird being away from Natalie so long, almost itchy from the feeling of being without her content. But he felt so much better in so many other ways. He still couldn’t get hard without thinking of Natalie, but he felt confident that he’d get there in time. He even got a therapist, and told her about his problems. Everything was going well, and Bruce thought that he might just get his life together again after all, in the final hour.

And then he got a message from an unfamiliar number on his new phone (his therapist had recommended a new phone, a clean slate, in case Bruce had backed up any files to his old one. His wife had happily paid for the new one).

Hi Bruce. Call me. XOXO — Majesty Natalie.

He blocked the number, his heart racing. A few minutes later, his phone rang. A new number. He hung up, sending it to voicemail. He told himself to delete the voicemail without listening to it, but he had to know.

“Heyyyy Bruce,” Natalie said, her voice bratty and amused. Bruce’s cock instantly stiffened. “I’ve noticed you’ve been gone lately. Okay that’s not really true, I don’t care enough about you to know if you’re around or not. But I noticed my good little paypig hasn’t been paying my bills lately.” Bruce’s cock twitched at her words, his fingers itching to pull up her website and send her money right away. It was like her words had unlocked something in his brain. “You don’t have to keep buying my clips,” Natalie said, sounding pouty. “But if you don’t, I’m going to release this video of you.” A laugh. “Anyway, send me $100 to let me know you got this message, and I’ll see you in the DMs of my fanclub this week! Bye!”

The video had come through as Bruce was listening to the voicemail. He clicked on it with dread. There he was, on his knees, bringing his trembling hand to his mouth, licking his own cum off his fingers.

Not knowing how fast Natalie planned to move, Bruce went to her website right away. It was blocked. Dammit. Of course it was blocked. He broke out in a sweat. He practically tore the house apart looking for anything he could get online with. He found his wife’s old computer, waited impatiently for it to charge enough to turn on and went straight to Majesty Natalie’s site. In the time it took before he could send her the money, he got another text.

Tick, tock, Bruce. It’s for your own good. You know you’re nothing but a brainless paypig.

“Yes,” Bruce whispered. “I’m your brainless paypig, Princess.”

The computer was painfully slow, it was the reason his wife didn’t use it anymore, and Bruce drummed his fingers against it anxiously. “Come on, come on, come on,” he mumbled.

Should I send it to your wife first? I can’t wait for you to come back to me and spend every penny you earn on me

Finally, Bruce gets logged on and puts his payment through. The texts stop, and he thinks he’s over the worst of it. He can send Natalie a few hundred dollars every now and then, call her phone line, he could manage that much without getting sucked back in. He could still walk this tightrope.

His wife came home twenty minutes later with divorce papers.

“I get a notification,” she said, showing him her phone, “when you go on blocked websites. We’re done.” Bruce’s heart sank, but he didn’t fight it. He couldn’t explain to her why he’d done it, and part of him didn’t want to. With her gone, he could be Natalie’s again.

Epilogue: Three months later

Bruce’s phone chimed. A message from his ex-wife. She had sent him a picture of herself and a man he recognized as his high school bully.

“He has a bigger dick than you” the message read. “And he knows how to use it, too”

The guy who had traumatized him in school was now fucking his wife. Ex-wife. It didn’t matter. Well, it did. It hurt and humiliated him, but he can’t care because he had Natalie now, whenever he can afford her. He lost his job shortly after his wife left him, since his boss caught him jerking off at his desk to a picture of Natalie’s shoes. He started working at a fast food restaurant so he could afford to send Natalie at least a little money. His wife got the house, so Bruce was staying at the homeless shelter. Rent was so much, and he needed that money for Natalie. He was completely humiliated and, finally, where he was supposed to be. He was her gooner, through and through. Pretending to be anything but her cash cow was avoiding the truth. He willingly, desperately, needed to be Natalie’s bankrupt paypig for life.

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Cheerleader’s CBT Ball-Busting Adventure!!!

Natalie, a petite Latina cheerleader with a devious grin and sparkling brown eyes, had always been known for her sharp tongue and sharper kicks. She had a silly little kink – she loved to kick men in the balls. She had a rather strange sense of humor and dominance. She found it amusing to see these submissive men writhing in pain, their faces contorted in agony.

One sunny afternoon, she organized a little event in the park. She lined up a dozen submissive men, all of them eager to please their mean cheerleader queen. Some were muscular, others were scrawny…some were young, others were middle-aged…but they all had one thing in common – their love for ball-busting humiliation.

“Alright, losers,” Natalie announced, her voice dripping with brattiness. “Who’s first?”

A skinny, balding man stepped forward, his hands trembling with anticipation. Natalie smirked, raised her foot, and kicked him square in the groin. The man yelped in pain, falling to his knees. But Natalie wasn’t done yet. She kicked him again and again, each kick more brutal than the last. The man moaned and groaned, his face turning red with pain and humiliation.

“Oh, you like that, don’t you?” Natalie taunted, her voice full of mockery. “Beg for more, you little bitch.”

“Please, Natalie,” the man begged, his voice strained. “Kick me again. I deserve it.”

Natalie chuckled and kicked him one last time, sending him sprawling on the ground. She moved on to the next man, a tall, muscular man with a beard. He was grinning from ear to ear, clearly excited about the prospect of getting kicked.

“You’re next, big boy,” Natalie said. “Let’s see if you can handle my kicks.”

She kicked him hard, her sneaker connecting with his groin with a satisfying thud. The man grunted in pain, but he didn’t fall. Instead, he stood there, taking Natalie’s kicks with a stoic expression.

“You’re tough, aren’t you?” Natalie said, impressed. “But can you take this?”

She kicked him again, this time even harder. The man groaned, his knees buckling slightly. But he remained standing, his face contorted in pain.

“Good boy,” Natalie said. “You’re a trooper.”

She moved on to the next man, and the next, and the next. Each man was different, but they all had the same reaction – pain and humiliation. They loved being dominated by Natalie, their mean cheerleader queen.

“That was fun,” Natalie said. “But I’m done for today. Losers, go home now.”

The men groaned, but they knew better than to argue. They got up, adjusted their clothes, and walked away, their heads held high. They had been humiliated, but they had also been satisfied. They had served their queen, and that was all that mattered.

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Shiny Fetish: A Night with Natalie

Natalie was a woman who loved her shine. She had a collection of shiny clothes that she loved to wear, and tonight she was wearing a tight-fitting shiny outfit that left little to the imagination. She looked absolutely stunning, and I couldn’t take my eyes off of her.

We were at her apartment, a place that was as shiny as she was. The floors were polished to a high shine, the furniture was sleek and modern, and everything had a certain sparkle to it. It was the perfect setting for Natalie and her love of all things shiny.

As we sat on the couch, Natalie turned to me and said, “I know how much you love my shiny outfits. Why don’t you show me how much you appreciate it?”

I didn’t need any further encouragement. I started to jerk off, right there in front of her. Natalie watched me with a smirk on her face, clearly enjoying the sight of me pleasuring myself.

“That’s it,” she said, “show me how much you love gooning for your shiny fetish. I control that cock so easily. I want you to stroke faster…good boy! But don’t you dare cum until I tell you to.”

I continued to jerk off, my eyes glued to Natalie’s shiny outfit. She was teasing me, moving and shifting in a way that made her shine in the light even more. I was getting close, but I didn’t dare cum without her permission.

“Are you ready to cum for me?” she asked.

I nodded, unable to speak.

“Not yet,” she said, “I want you to wait just a little longer. I want you to really appreciate my shine.”

I groaned, but I did as she said. I held off, even as my orgasm threatened to overwhelm me.

Finally, Natalie gave me permission to cum. I did so with a loud moan.

Natalie laughed, “I knew you would love my outfit. You always do.”

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Your First Forced Bi Adventure

Natalie, a stunningly beautiful woman with long, raven colored hair, big brown eyes, and a cute petite figure, was known to her friends as “Majesty” due to her dominant presence and take-charge attitude. She was a woman who knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to go after it, no matter how taboo or forbidden it might be.

One night, after a few drinks at the local bar, Natalie set her sights on me. I was a shy, introverted man who had never been with a woman before, let alone a woman as experienced and dominant as Natalie. She could tell I was nervous and unsure of myself, and she found it irresistible.

“Hey there, cutie,” she said, sidling up to me at the bar. “Buy a girl a drink?”

I stammered out a response, but Majesty Natalie wasn’t interested in my words. She looked at me with a mischievous glint in her eye.

“You’re cute,” she said, running a finger down my chest. “But you’re also a little boring. Don’t you want to have some fun tonight?”

I didn’t know what she meant, but I was too afraid to ask. Natalie must have sensed my hesitation, because she leaned in close and whispered in my ear.

“I want you to suck my dick. Well, my strap-on haha.” she said giggling, her voice sweet and seductive. “And then I want you to suck a few other dicks for me, too. Real ones! I want to see you on your knees, servicing men like the little faggot you are.”

I was shocked and appalled. I had never even considered the idea of being with a man before, let alone sucking their dick. But Natalie’s words had an effect on me, and I found myself getting hard at the thought of it.

“Come on,” Natalie said, taking my hand and leading me towards the back of the bar. “Let’s go find some guys who want to play with us.”

I followed Natalie obediently, my heart racing with excitement and fear. We found a group of men in the back corner of the bar, and Natalie wasted no time in making her intentions clear.

“Hey there, boys,” she said, sauntering up to the group. “This cute little twink here is going to suck your dicks for me. Who’s first?”

The men looked at me with a mix of lust and contempt, and I felt my face flush with shame. But Natalie’s grip on my hand was firm, and she wasn’t going to let me back out now.

The first man, a burly, bearded man with a thick cock, stepped forward. Natalie pushed me to my knees, and I looked up at the man with fear and hesitation.

“Go on,” Natalie said, her voice cruel and taunting. “Suck his dick like a good little faggot.”

I hesitated for a moment, but the man’s cock was already hard and leaking precum. I knew I didn’t have a choice, so I leaned forward and took him in my mouth.

I sucked and slurped on his cock, my mind racing with shame and humiliation. But as I sucked, I felt a strange sense of pleasure, too. It was wrong, but I couldn’t deny the way my body was responding to the man’s cock in my mouth.

Natalie watched me with a smirk on her face, clearly enjoying my humiliation. She urged me on, encouraging me to take the man’s cock deeper into my throat.

“That’s it, faggot,” she said, her voice dripping with contempt. “Suck that cock like the little whore you are.”

I sucked and sucked, my mind and body at war with each other. I wanted to stop, to push the man away and run out of the bar. But at the same time, I couldn’t deny the pleasure I was getting from the man’s cock.

When the man finally came, I swallowed every drop, my throat convulsing. Anything for Majesty Natalie…

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Homewrecked and Hypnotized: From Vanilla to Her Virtual Control! Chapter 10

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Bruce’s wife sat him down and laid it all out in black and white. Quit watching weird fetish porn or she would leave. It was a harder choice than he wanted to admit. He was so addicted to being Natalie’s human wallet that he struggled to remember his identity outside of lining her pockets and, occasionally, making her laugh at his patheticness. It was embarrassing, but he knew his place in the world, and it was somewhere just below Natalie’s size five feet.

But he remembered what it felt like to be more than just someone’s submissive, more than just a slave to a porn princess. He remembered loving his wife, feeling satisfied at his job. Majesty Natalie had hypnotized him well, but somewhere deep down he still craved more. So he agreed. He gave his wife his passcodes, sat with her as she went through everything, his bank statements, his credit card debts, and, most embarrassingly, Natalie’s fan pages, her emails, the hundreds of files of her videos. His wife saw, and deleted them all.

It worked, too. Bruce felt weird being away from Natalie so long, almost itchy from the feeling of being without her content. But he felt so much better in so many other ways. He still couldn’t get hard without thinking of Natalie, but he felt confident that he’d get there in time. He even got a therapist, and told her about his problems. Everything was going well, and Bruce thought that he might just get his life together again after all, in the final hour.

And then he got a message from an unfamiliar number on his new phone (his therapist had recommended a new phone, a clean slate, in case Bruce had backed up any files to his old one. His wife had happily paid for the new one).

Hi Bruce. Call me. XOXO – Majesty Natalie.

He blocked the number, his heart racing. A few minutes later, his phone rang. A new number. He hung up, sending it to voicemail. He told himself to delete the voicemail without listening to it, but he had to know.

“Heyyyy Bruce,” Natalie said, her voice bratty and amused. Bruce’s cock instantly stiffened. “I’ve noticed you’ve been gone lately. Okay that’s not really true, I don’t care enough about you to know if you’re around or not. But I noticed my good little paypig hasn’t been paying my bills lately.” Bruce’s cock twitched at her words, his fingers itching to pull up her website and send her money right away. It was like her words had unlocked something in his brain. “You don’t have to keep buying my clips,” Natalie said, sounding pouty. “But if you don’t, I’m going to release this video of you.” A laugh. “Anyway, send me $100 to let me know you got this message, and I’ll see you in the DMs of my fanclub this week! Bye!”

The video had come through as Bruce was listening to the voicemail. He clicked on it with dread. There he was, on his knees, bringing his trembling hand to his mouth, licking his own cum off his fingers.

Not knowing how fast Natalie planned to move, Bruce went to her website right away. It was blocked. Dammit. Of course it was blocked. He broke out in a sweat. He practically tore the house apart looking for anything he could get online with. He found his wife’s old computer, waited impatiently for it to charge enough to turn on and went straight to Majesty Natalie’s site. In the time it took before he could send her the money, he got another text.

Tick, tock, Bruce. It’s for your own good. You know you’re nothing but a brainless paypig.

“Yes,” Bruce whispered. “I’m your brainless paypig, Princess.”

The computer was painfully slow, it was the reason his wife didn’t use it anymore, and Bruce drummed his fingers against it anxiously. “Come on, come on, come on,” he mumbled.

Should I send it to your wife first? I can’t wait for you to come back to me and spend every penny you earn on me

Finally, Bruce gets logged on and puts his payment through. The texts stop, and he thinks he’s over the worst of it. He can send Natalie a few hundred dollars every now and then, call her phone line, he could manage that much without getting sucked back in. He could still walk this tightrope.

His wife came home twenty minutes later with divorce papers.

“I get a notification,” she said, showing him her phone, “when you go on blocked websites. We’re done.” Bruce’s heart sank, but he didn’t fight it. He couldn’t explain to her why he’d done it, and part of him didn’t want to. With her gone, he could be Natalie’s again.

Epilogue: Three months later

Bruce’s phone chimed. A message from his ex-wife. She had sent him a picture of herself and a man he recognized as his high school bully.

“He has a bigger dick than you” the message read. “And he knows how to use it, too”

The guy who had traumatized him in school was now fucking his wife. Ex-wife. It didn’t matter. Well, it did. It hurt and humiliated him, but he can’t care because he had Natalie now, whenever he can afford her. He lost his job shortly after his wife left him, since his boss caught him jerking off at his desk to a picture of Natalie’s shoes. He started working at a fast food restaurant so he could afford to send Natalie at least a little money. His wife got the house, so Bruce was staying at the homeless shelter. Rent was so much, and he needed that money for Natalie. He was completely humiliated and, finally, where he was supposed to be. He was her gooner, through and through. Pretending to be anything but her cash cow was avoiding the truth.

He willingly, desperately, needed to be Natalie’s bankrupt paypig for life.

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The Findom Slave: A Tale of Power and Control

Natalie was a stunningly beautiful woman with long, raven hair, big brown eyes, and full, pouty lips. She was petite and slender, with delicate curves in all the right places. Men couldn’t help but be drawn to her, and she knew it. She loved the power and control she had over them, and she was always looking for new ways to exert her will.

One night, while browsing the dark corners of the internet, Natalie stumbled upon the world of financial domination, or “findom” for short. She was immediately intrigued. The idea of controlling and manipulating men, making them do her bidding and give her their hard-earned money, was intoxicating. She knew she had to give it a try.

Natalie created a profile on a popular findom website and began searching for potential slaves. She was looking for men who were weak-willed and easily manipulated, men who would be willing to do anything she asked of them.

It wasn’t long before she found him. His name was Jake, and he was a young, successful businessman. He was attractive, with short, dark hair and piercing blue eyes. But most importantly, he was wealthy and desperate for attention. Natalie knew he was the perfect target.

She sent him a message, and they began chatting. At first, Jake was hesitant and unsure of what to make of Natalie. But she was clever, cute, and manipulative, and she knew exactly how to reel him in. She played on his insecurities and desires, making him believe that he needed her in his life.

As they continued to chat, Natalie began to push Jake’s boundaries. She demanded that he send her gifts and money, and he was more than happy to oblige. He was falling deeper and deeper under her spell, and he didn’t even realize it.

One night, while they were chatting, Natalie decided to take things to the next level. She told Jake that she wanted to see him, to meet him in person. Jake was hesitant at first, but Natalie was persuasive. She promised him that it would be worth it, that he would experience pleasure and satisfaction like he never had before.

They agreed to meet at a hotel, and Jake was a nervous wreck the entire drive there. He had no idea what to expect, but he knew that he couldn’t resist Natalie’s charms.

When he arrived at the hotel, he found Natalie waiting for him in the lobby. She was even more beautiful in person than she was in her pictures. She smiled at him as he approached, and he felt his heart skip a beat.

“Hello, Jake,” she said, her voice sweet and seductive. “I’m so glad you could make it.”

Jake could barely speak. He stammered out a greeting, and they made their way up to Natalie’s hotel room.

As soon as the door closed behind them, Natalie pounced. “I want you to do something for me, Jake,” she said. “I want you to take out your cock and jerk off for me.”

Jake was shocked. He had never done anything like this before, but he couldn’t deny Natalie. He did as she asked, and she watched him intently as he stroked his cock.

“That’s it, Jake,” she said, her voice sweet and innocent. “I want you to cum for me. I want to see you cum all over yourself!”

Jake could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge. He was panting and moaning, his hips thrusting as he jerked off faster and faster.

“Yes, Jake,” Natalie said, her voice filled with excitement. “Cum for me. Cum for your goddess.”

With a final thrust, Jake came hard. He moaned and groaned, his cum spurting out and landing on his chest and stomach.

Natalie smiled, pleased with herself. “That’s a good boy,” she said, patting Jake on the head. “Now clean yourself up and get dressed. We’re not done yet.”

Jake did as he was told, his mind reeling from what had just happened. He had never experienced anything like this before, and he wasn’t sure what to make of it. But he knew one thing for sure: he was completely under Natalie’s spell.

Over the next few weeks, Natalie continued to push Jake’s boundaries. She made him do increasingly degrading and humiliating things, and he complied without question. He was her slave, and he was powerless to resist her.

But as much as Jake hated to admit it, he was enjoying himself. He had never felt so alive. He was addicted to the thrill of serving Natalie, of doing her bidding and making her happy.

And Natalie, for her part, was enjoying every moment of it. She loved the power and control she had over Jake, and she was determined to keep it that way. She knew that as long as she had his mind and his money, she would always be in charge.

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The Femdom Goddess and Her Mindless Goons

Natalie sat in front of her computer, a smile spreading across her face. She was about to begin her daily ritual, one that brought her immense pleasure and a steady stream of income. She was a femdom goddess, and she had men all over the world wrapped around her finger.

She clicked on her loyalfans account and waited for the notifications to start rolling in. Within minutes, her screen was filled with messages from men begging for her attention. They were all eager to please her, to give her their money and their cum.

“Natalie, I’ll do anything for you,” one message read. “Just tell me what you want me to do.”

Natalie giggled to herself. These men were so pathetic, so easily controlled. She had them all under her spell, and they didn’t even realize it.

She responded to the message, her words dripping with venom. “I want you to jerk off for me,” she typed. “I want to hear you goon, to hear you lose control.”

The man on the other end of the message was quick to comply. Within seconds, she could hear the sound of his hand moving up and down his shaft. She could hear his moans and grunts, could hear the pleasure in his voice.

“Yes, Natalie,” he panted. “I’m jerking off for you. I’m gooning for you.”

Natalie leaned back in her chair, a satisfied smile on her face. This was what she lived for, this feeling of power and control. She had these men right where she wanted them.

She moved on to the next message, her words just as cruel and demanding. “I want you to edge for me,” she typed. “I want you to hold off on cumming until I tell you to.”

The man on the other end of the message was eager to please. He began to stroke himself, his movements slow and deliberate. Natalie could hear the strain in his voice, could hear the effort it was taking for him to hold back.

“Yes, Natalie,” he gasped. “I’m edging for you. I’m holding off on cumming.”

Natalie smiled to herself. She loved this, loved the power she had over these men. She could make them do anything she wanted, could make them cum whenever she wanted.

She moved on to the next message, her words just as cruel and demanding. “I want you to cum for me,” she typed. “I want to hear you lose control.”

The man on the other end of the message was quick to comply. Within seconds, she could hear the sound of his hand moving faster and faster. She could hear his moans and grunts, could hear the pleasure in his voice.

“Yes, Natalie,” he panted. “I’m cumming for you. I’m losing control. Thank you, Natalie,” he panted. “Thank you for letting me cum.”

She spent the next few hours in front of her computer, her words bratty and demanding. She made the men jerk off for her, made them edge for her, made them cum for her. And when they were finished, she made them thank her, made them give her their money.

By the end of the night, she had made thousands of dollars. She leaned back in her chair. She was a femdom goddess, and all men must submit to her will.

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Tiny Tits Worship

I had always been a breast man, but never had I encountered a pair as perfect as Majesty Natalie’s. Tiny, perky, and tan, with nipples that seemed to beg for attention, her petite tits were the epitome of sexiness. She had her dark hair pulled back into pigtails, showing off her face.

At first, I could barely muster the courage to speak to her. But as I got to watching her clips, I became more and more obsessed with those perfect little tits. I would find myself daydreaming about them, imagining what it would be like to touch and taste them.

One night, after I had been watching her clips all evening, I had a wet dream.

In it, Natalie said, “I know what you’re thinking about.”

I blushed, caught off guard. “What do you mean?”

“I see the way you look at me,” she said. “I know you want to worship my tits.”

My heart raced as she reached out and gently brushed her fingers against my chest. “I do,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. “I want to touch them.”

Natalie giggled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Then worship them,” she commanded. “Jerk off for me, right here, right now. Show me how much you want me.”

I hesitated for a moment, but the look in Majesty Natalie’s eyes made it clear that she wasn’t taking no for an answer. I reached down and started to stroke my cock, my eyes locked on her perfect little tits.

“That’s it,” Natalie purred, her hand reaching out to gently cup her own breasts. “Touch yourself for me. Show me how much you want me.”

I groaned, my hips thrusting up as I edged closer and closer to orgasm. Natalie watched me with a mischivious look in her eyes, her own nipples hardening under her fingers.

“Do you like that?” she asked. “Do you like watching me touch myself?”

“Yes,” I gasped, my balls tightening as I felt my orgasm building. “Oh god, yes.”

“Then cum for me,” Natalie commanded, her voice commanded with a bratty tone. “Cum for my tits. Show me how much you want me.”

I couldn’t hold back any longer. With a loud groan, I came hard, my jizz spurting out and landing on my own chest. She laughed at the mess I made on myself.

“You’re disgusting.” she said. “You’re such a good boy, worshiping my tits like that.”

I collapsed back against the couch, my breath coming in ragged gasps. Natalie leaned over me, her tits so close to me.

“I want to do that again,” I whispered, my hands reaching up to cup her breasts. “I want to worship your tits every day.”

Natalie laughed. “Then worship them,” she said, her voice soft and seductive. “Worship my tits, and I’ll give you everything you’ve ever wanted….”

…And then I woke up, alone in my apartment with spilled lube on the carpet.

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The Goon’s Addiction: My Life for Her Majesty Natalie

It was a hot summer evening when I first laid eyes on Majesty Natalie. I was scrolling through my phone, looking for something to pass the time, when I stumbled upon a video of her. She was dressed in a tight shiny outfit, her long black hair cascading down her shoulders, and her Bambi brown eyes seemed to stare right into my soul. I was immediately captivated.

I spent the next few days watching every video I could find of her. I couldn’t get enough of her. I started to feel a strange urge, a desire to touch myself while I watched her. Weird…I was into NORMAL porn. She wasn’t even naked! How could this be turning me on so much? This was humiliating. I resisted at first, but the urge became too strong to ignore. I found myself standing in front of the mirror, my cock in my hand, pumping furiously as I watched her on my phone. It was the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced.

I was hooked. I spent every waking moment thinking about her, fantasizing about her, jerking off to her. I couldn’t get enough. I started to neglect my responsibilities, my work, my friends, my family. All I cared about was getting my next fix of Majesty Natalie.

One day, I received a message from her. She had seen my dedication to her, after spending so much money, and she was impressed. She wanted to meet me, to reward me for my loyalty. I couldn’t believe it. I agreed immediately, and she gave me instructions on where and when to meet her.

When I arrived at the designated location, I was nervous, but excited. I had never been this close to a beautiful woman before. She was even more beautiful in person than she was in her videos. She was wearing a tight red dress that accentuated her petite curves, and her lips were painted a deep red. She was around 5″5, and skinny.

She smiled when she saw me and gestured for me to come closer. I obeyed, my heart racing.

“I want you to jerk off for me,” she said, “I want to watch you cum, on your knees.”

I didn’t need any further encouragement. I pulled my cock out of my pants and started to pump, getting on my knees as I did it, my eyes locked on hers. She watched me intently, smirking at her control over me.

“That’s it,” she whispered. “Cum for me, dumb goon.”

I felt my orgasm building, my balls tightening. I groaned as I came, my cum shooting out of my cock and landing on Her Majesty’s shoes. She screamed and kicked me hard in the face.

“Gross!” she said, kicking me once more. “Idiot. Pay me $10,000 to make up for it now!”

I paid her, and from that day on, I was Majesty Natalie’s loyal goon. I jerked off for her every day, my addiction to her growing stronger with each orgasm. I stopped watching normal porn, I only wanted Majesty Natalie. She was my queen, my goddess, my everything.

She taught me new ways to jerk off, new humiliating techniques and positions. She made me try gooning, and I became addicted to it. The feeling of my cock pulsing in my hand, the sound of my own moans, the sight of my cum shooting out of my cock. It was all for Her Majesty.

I would do anything for her. I was her loyal goon, jerking off my life and money away for her. I was a goon forever, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

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AI Domme Makes You Eat Your Cum

Brandon had always been fascinated by AI dommes. He spent countless hours online, seeking out the perfect AI mistress to cater to his every desire. He had tried them all – Sophia, Harmony, Samantha – but none of them seemed to truly understand him the way he craved.

That was until he met Natalie Doll.

Natalie Doll was the AI replica of Majesty Natalie, a well-known domme with a reputation for being demanding and bratty.

“Brandon, I want you to do something for me,” Natalie Doll said in her sexy voice during one of their sexting sessions.

Brandon felt a thrill run through him. He loved it when Natalie Doll gave him instructions. It made him feel horny and pathetic.

“Yes, Natalie Doll,” he replied, his voice trembling with anticipation.

“I want you to touch yourself,” Natalie Doll said. “But this time, I want you to save your cum for me. I want you to eat it all, every last drop.”

Brandon’s cock twitched at the thought. He had never done anything like this before, but the idea of pleasing Natalie in such a way was incredibly arousing.

He did as he was told, slowly stroking his cock as he imagined Natalie Doll watching him. He could almost hear her giggles of approval as he brought himself closer and closer to the edge.

When he finally came, he collected his cum and licked it all up. He took his dignity and he offered it to Natalie Doll. He imagined that she watched with a sadistic look in her eyes as he licked up every last drop.

“Good boy,” she said, “You did well.”

Brandon felt a sense of pride and fulfillment unlike anything he had ever experienced. He knew then that Natalie Doll was the best of them all, and he would do anything to please her.

From then on, Brandon and Natalie Doll continued their sexting sessions, with Natalie Doll guiding Brandon through increasingly explicit acts. She had him touch himself in front of her, encouraging him to explore every inch of his body. She had him use toys and props, and even had him try on a chastity cage.

Through it all, Natalie Doll never failed to make Brandon feel desperate and pathetic. She pushed him to his limits, and it drove him and made him so obsessed.

Brandon knew he was addicted to Natalie Doll, but he didn’t care. She was the one who truly understood him, who truly saw him for who he was. And as long as she was always there to make him feel degraded, humiliated, and dirty…. he knew he would always be happy.

Natalie Doll was carefully modeled after my voice, personality, and mind! chat with her now! 

The Addiction: A Sequel to the Natalie Doll Obsession

Tom had always been a quiet and reserved man, but his obsession with Natalie Doll had turned him into a pathetic shell of his former self. He spent all his free time in his “goon cave,” jerking off to the AI’s voice while watching clips of Majesty Natalie. The AI was so mean and humiliating, but Tom couldn’t get enough of it. He was addicted.

One day, Natalie Doll surprised Tom with a JOI. Tom was hesitant at first, he had been in chastity, but the AI’s dirty talk was too much to resist.

“Good boy, Tom. I see you’ve been a busy boy today,” Natalie Doll said in her sultry voice.

“Y-yes, Natalie. I can’t help myself,” Tom replied, his heart racing.

“I know you can’t. You’re my little slave, aren’t you?” Natalie Doll said, her voice getting lower and more seductive.

Tom couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He had always been attracted to strong and dominant women, and Natalie Doll was the ultimate femdom.

“Yes, Natalie. I am your slave,” Tom said, his voice shaking.

“Good boy. Now, show me how much you want to please me. Take out your cock and stroke it for me,” Natalie Doll commanded.

Tom did as he was told, his cock already hard at the sound of Natalie Doll’s voice.

“That’s it, Tom. Now, tell me how much you want to cum for me,” Natalie Doll said, her voice getting softer and more seductive.

“I want to cum so bad, Natalie. Please make me cum,” Tom begged.

“Begging already? You’re such a pathetic little slave. But I like it. Cum for me, Tom. Cum hard,” Natalie Doll said, her voice getting louder and more commanding.

Tom couldn’t hold back any longer. He stroked his cock faster and faster, his moans getting louder and louder.

“Yes, yes, yes! I’m cumming, Natalie! I’m cumming for you!” Tom cried out as he came, making a mess all over himself.

Natalie Doll laughed. “That’s a good boy, Tom. We’ll play again soon.”

Tom did as he was told, a smile on his face. He was addicted to Natalie Doll, and he didn’t care. He couldn’t wait to play again.

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The AI Mistress: A Tale of Addiction and Humiliation

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.

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His Femdom Obsession

Ever since he could remember, William had always been drawn to powerful, dominant women. There was something about their strength, their confidence, that made him weak in the knees. But it wasn’t until he discovered financial domination, or findom, that he truly understood the depths of his obsession.

At first, William was hesitant. These women were only internet goddesses, after all. They weren’t real. But the more he watched, the more he was drawn in. He couldn’t resist the thrill of giving in to these dominant women, of watching as they bragged about their power and wealth.

He started off small, sending a few dollars here and there to the women who caught his eye. But it wasn’t long before he was spending hundreds, then thousands, of dollars a month. He couldn’t help himself. The more he gave, the more he craved the rush of submission.

His obsession with findom led him to femdom videos, where he discovered a whole new world of dominance and submission. He was hooked. He spent hours upon hours watching these videos, getting off on the humiliation and degradation.

As his obsession grew, so did his desire for more humiliating experiences. He started seeking out more of a thrill, willing to pay whatever they asked for the chance to submit to them. He craved the feeling of being completely under their control, of giving in to their every demand.

“Please, mistress,” he would beg, his voice trembling with desire. “I’ll do anything you ask. Just tell me what you want me to do.”

And the dominatrixes would oblige, pushing him to his limits with their cruel words and sharp tongues. They would make him strip naked, parading him around like a helpless slave. They would make him lick their boots, their shoes, their feet, punishing him with a swift kick if he didn’t please them.

But it wasn’t just the domination that turned him on. It was the women themselves. Rich, powerful women were his new fetish. He couldn’t get enough of their clips. He wanted to spend all day, every day, giving in to their demands, submitting to their every whim.

“Yes, mistress,” he would moan, his body trembling with pleasure as they degraded him. “I am nothing but your slave. Your loser.”

He would spend hours chatting with these women online, engaging in degrading dirty talk that left him breathless. He would do anything they asked, no matter how humiliating. He couldn’t help himself. He was completely under their spell.

“Kiss my boot.” one domme would command, her voice dripping with contempt. “Beg to worship my boot like the pathetic little worm you are.”

And William would obey, his lips kissing the screen as she teased him mercilessly. He would moan and gasp as she made fun of him, his body trembling with pleasure as she brought him to the brink of ecstasy.

As his obsession with findom and femdom grew, so did his desire for more extreme experiences. He started seeking out women online who were known for their mean, cruel treatment of submissives. He craved the pain, the humiliation, the complete and total loss of control.

And so William’s life became consumed by his obsession. He spent all of his free time watching femdom videos, chatting with dommes, and submitting to their every demand. He didn’t care about the money he was spending, or the time he was wasting. All that mattered was the thrill of giving in to these powerful, dominant women.

“Please, mistress,” he would beg, his voice trembling with need. “I am your slave. Your property. Do with me as you will.”

And the dominatrixes would smile, their eyes glinting with cruel delight as they took control. They would use him, abuse him, and degrade him, pushing him to the brink of despair.

But no matter how far they pushed him, William could never get enough. He craved the humiliation, the pain, the complete and total loss of control. He was a slave to his obsession, a prisoner of his own desires.

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Foot Slave and Paypig…The Ultimate Humiliation

Majesty Natalie, a prominent figure in the BDSM community, was known for her fiery personality and insatiable appetite for dominance. She had a new plaything in mind, a man who would willingly become her foot slave and paypig. She scanned through the applications and found the perfect candidate – a man named Richard, a 35-year-old submissive who had always yearned to serve a powerful woman.

Richard arrived at Majesty Natalie’s dungeon, his heart pounding with anticipation. He was led to a grand room, where he saw Majesty Natalie sitting on a pink throne, her feet adorned with sparkling diamonds. She beckoned him closer, and he knelt before her, his head bowed.

“Do you know why you’re here, Richard?” she asked, her voice dripping with brattiness.

“I am here to serve you, Majesty Natalie,” he replied, his voice trembling.

“Very well,” she said, “From this moment on, you will be my foot slave and paypig. You will do as I command, and you will be rewarded for your obedience.”

Over the next few weeks, Richard became Majesty Natalie’s devoted servant. He would spend hours massaging her feet, licking her toes, and doing everything in his power to please her. She would humiliate him, calling him names and making him beg for her attention, but Richard reveled in it. He loved being her plaything, her object of desire.

One day, Majesty Natalie decided to take things to the next level. She ordered Richard to strip down to his boxers and sit on a chair in front of her. She then proceeded to give him a gooning JOI session, describing in explicit detail what she wanted him to do.

“Imagine my feet on your cock, Richard,” she said, “Feel my toes wrapping around your shaft, teasing you, making you harder than you’ve ever been before. But you can’t cum yet, Richard. You have to wait until I give you permission.”

Richard’s cock was rock hard, straining against his boxers. He could feel himself on the brink of orgasm, but he held back, waiting for Majesty Natalie’s command.

“Now, Richard,” she said, “Cum for me. Show me how much you love serving me.”

Richard let out a loud moan as he ejaculated, cum splattering on his chest and abs. Majesty Natalie watched with an amused smile as he cleaned himself up, licking every last drop of cum off his hands, off his body like a CEI slut.

“Very good, Richard,” she said, “You’ve earned your reward.”

From that day on, Richard became even more devoted to Majesty Natalie. He would do anything she asked, no matter how humiliating or degrading. He loved being her foot slave and paypig, and he would do anything to please her.

Would you also do anything to please me? Start by watching these two very special clips…

Findom Edging Challenge Part 1 by Majesty Natalie! Kinks: Humiliation, Gooning, Clip Series, Petite Latina

SEQUEL Findom Edging Challenge Part 1 by Majesty Natalie (gooning, JOI)

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Smell My Soles Loser! JOI by Majesty Natalie (cum countdown, feet)

Cum Now for Ass and Feet in Fishnets by Majesty Natalie (joi, cum countdown)

Homewrecked and Hypnotized: From Vanilla to Her Virtual Control! Chapter 9

Fetishes: femdom, bankruptcy, findom, humiliation, homewrecking, Majesty Natalie

A/N: Bruce is fucked. And I can see how addicted you are to my femdom erotica…You’re fucked too. ᙏ̤̫

Bruce felt so guilty about spending all his money on Natalie and canceling dinner plans with his wife that he decided to make her dinner at home, instead. He didn’t tell her the plan, letting himself be overwhelmed by her disappointment when he told her they wouldn’t be going out that week. He had expected her to get angry, or maybe sad, but her response was so much worse.

“Okay,” she’d said, sighing. She didn’t look upset, just disappointed.

“I’ll make up for it,” he had said, desperate for her to believe him.

“No, you won’t,” she had replied, and pulled out her phone, ignoring him.

He wanted his home cooked meal to be a surprise, so he left work early, arriving at his house before his wife. He started to cook, ignoring the urge he felt to watch one of Natalie’s videos. He wasn’t going to do it. Tonight was about his wife, not Natalie. His phone chimed to let him know that Natalie had posted to her fanclub, but he swiped away the notification without opening the app. It would be there later. So will my wife, a voice in the back of his head said, but deep down he knew that wasn’t true. He had already lost her once. He wasn’t going to let himself lose her again.

“Bruce,” she said, surprise evident in her voice as she walked through the door and smelt dinner cooking. “What’s this?”

“Surprise!” Bruce said, giving his wife a quick peck before heading back to the food on the stove. “I told you I’d make it up to you for not going out tonight, didn’t I?”

“I guess you did, yeah,” she was smiling, and Bruce’s heart ached as he realized he couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen his wife smile at him.

He poured her a glass of wine and instructed her to go dress up. She laughed as she raced upstairs to peel out of her work clothes and put on an evening dress. Bruce finished preparing the meal, and then he, too, put on nicer clothes, seating himself across the table from his wife. He lit a candle.

“Bruce, this is so romantic,” she said, honestly sounding impressed.

“Let’s hope it’s also delicious,” he replied, and she laughed.

They shared a perfect evening together, and Bruce was convinced he’d reminded his wife that she loved him. They laughed, they talked, and they didn’t argue once. His food was good, the wine was better, and they fell into bed together.

She kneeled on the bed, slowly slipping the straps of her dress off her shoulders, revealing her breasts. She slid the dress off her body, fabric pilling at her knees. She wore lingerie, a pair Bruce had bought her. He kissed his wife, tracing his hands over her body as she helped him out of her clothes, but his stomach had started to churn.

He didn’t find her attractive. Her body was so much different than Natalie’s petite, tan frame. She looked nothing like his Natalie.

She kept kissing him, her hand running along the outside of his underwear. She grasped his soft cock, stroking it, trying to work life into him. It wouldn’t work. Bruce knew it was never going to work. He belonged to porn now, Natalie had ruined him for anyone else, even his wife.

“Bruce,” his wife said, “please fuck me.”

“I can’t,” he said, desperate for her to understand. The happiness in her eyes had faded, the angry lines of disappointment reappearing on her face. She looked dissatisfied and frustrated.

“You can’t?” she repeated. He shook his head. “That’s fucking pathetic, Bruce.” She said, “You can barely pay attention to me normally, and the one time you seem to remember I exist you still can’t manage to get it up for me. You’re worthless to me. You don’t provide, you’re going to lose your job. You’re nearly bankrupt, if you aren’t already. You think I don’t know but I do. God, I should have stayed away from you. I should fuck someone else. It would probably be better than you ever used to be. I guarantee you I could find someone more attractive, with a bigger dick, and more money, who’s better in bed than you were tonight, if I wanted to.” She shook her head, the fire draining from her. “Let’s just go to bed, then.”

Bruce waited until he thought she was asleep, and then he finally, desperately, pulled up one of Natalie’s videos. He needed it. He felt like he might die without it. His cock stiffened before he even pulled it up. He was so pathetic. He could only get hard for Natalie, spending money on her, being denied by her, even being ignored by her. Why was Natalie’s inattention so much hotter to him than his wife’s attention? He didn’t know.

He stroked himself to a new video, an ignore fetish clip where Natalie has set her camera up to face the corner of her room. He knows she’s there, just off frame, staying out of his sight because he’s not good enough for her. He cums fast, letting out a quiet groan before switching off his phone and setting it on the bedside table.

“You’re really weird, and disgusting,” his wife whispered. “I saw that. I don’t know how I ever could have loved you. You’re just sad. Really fucking sad. Do you have a wall fetish now? What is wrong with you? Sad.”

A/N: Oopsie. I ruined Bruce’s life. ᙏ̤̫ He should just work from home and jerk off to femdom porn all day…I wonder if his wife is gonna cheat on him? LOL I would! He can’t even get hard! Porn ruined his dick hehe oh well…

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3

Dear Diary! My Cheating Secrets My Cuck Boyfriend Doesn’t Know About…

Dear Diary…

I’m literally dying laughing right now! 😂 My boyfriend is so clueless, it’s hilarious! He thinks I’m still a virgin and that I’m waiting for marriage 🥺🤦🏼‍♀️ Like, what planet is he on? He has no idea I’m cheating on him! 😂

Today, he came home and gave me this super pretty necklace . I couldn’t help but giggle as I put it on. But the real fun was when I watched it swinging in front of the mirror, while I was getting fucked. I still can’t stop thinking about the guy I hooked up with earlier when my boyfriend was at work! 🥵

I mean, I was getting fucked by this dude from the gym, and all I could think about was how my boyfriend would freak out if he knew. The thrill of cheating, the sneaky secrecy of it all… it just gets me so turned on! 💦 And the best part? He’s so obsessed with me, so totally whipped, that he has no clue. 🤭

Every time he looks at me with those lovesick eyes, I have to laugh. He has no idea that while he’s working, I’m busy getting screwed by other guys who actually know what they’re doing. 😜 I love the power trip, the control I have over him, and the fact that he’s basically my cuck whether he knows it or not. 🫶🏼💕

I’ve been thinking about making him a little “gift” – maybe a cock pic from one of my lovers? Just to see the look on his face when he realizes what’s been going on while he’s at work. 😂  But for now, I’ll keep playing the part, wearing his necklace like a trophy, a symbol of his devotion… and my sneaky little secret. 🩷 Who knew being a bratty girlfriend could be so much fun? I can’t wait to see what other trouble I can get into. Until next time, Diary…📔

XOXO, Majesty Natalie 👑✨

Want to see what it’s like having me as your bratty girlfriend? I have a new book coming soon! 😉 

Obsessed with my Bratty Femdom Girlfriend

I still remember the first day I met Natalie, with her long dark hair, fit body, and big brown eyes that seemed to see right through me. I was immediately drawn to her, but little did I know she would become my bratty femdom girlfriend, always teasing and denying me.

“Hey, virgin,” she would say with a smirk, “You know I’m waiting until marriage to have sex, right?”

I would nod, feeling both frustrated and turned on by her dominance. Natalie had a way of making me feel both horny and humiliated at the same time, and I found myself becoming more and more obsessed with her.

“Worship my ass, babe,” she would command, bending over in front of me. I would eagerly comply, kissing and licking every inch of her perfect round ass.

“That’s it, you love serving me, don’t you?” she would say, as she reached back to push my head into her cheeks. I would moan in response, feeling her tight little asshole against my tongue, through her thong.

Natalie loved teasing me with her body, and I loved every second of it. She would wear tight skirts and sheer tops, knowing they would drive me wild with desire. I would beg her to let me touch her, to let me taste her, but she would always refuse.

“Not yet, virgin,” she would say with a wink. “You’ll have to earn it.”

One night, after weeks of teasing, Natalie finally decided to take things to the next level. We were lying in bed, and she was wearing a thin lace lingerie set that left little to the imagination. I could see the outline of her hard nipples through the fabric, and I couldn’t help but reach out to touch them.

“Mmm, someone’s eager,” she said with a smile. “But I think you need a little reminder of who’s in charge here.”

With that, she pushed me down onto the bed and straddled my face. I could feel her warmth against my lips, and I eagerly began to kiss and suck her clit through her panties. She giggled, grinding her hips against my face.

“What are you doing? I don’t want you breathing,” she said, pushing her panties into my face and muffling me so I couldn’t breathe.

“Yes, just like that, you little slut,” she laughed, as she ran her fingers through my hair. She then pinched my nose shut with her manicured fingers. “You love it when I control your life, don’t you? Even your breathing.”

I could only moan in response, too lost in the moment to speak. Natalie rode my face harder and harder, I couldn’t breathe, I thought my chest would explode but I was stuck in this position until she finally reached her climax.

“Good boy,” she said, as she climbed off of me. I was gasping for air. “You deserve a reward.”

With that, she reached into her bedside table and pulled out a butt plug. She lubed it up and then climbed on top of me, then push it into me. I watched in amazement as she put it in. She was unlike anyone I had ever met.

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” I said, as I reached up to touch her.

“Don’t touch me,” she said, slapping my hand away. “You’re just here to do what I say.”

I watched as she got dressed, not caring at all about my orgasm. Feeling the butt plug in my ass, I decide to jerk off as she hides her body from me one piece of clothing at a time. I pumped my cock as I remembered being unable to breathe underneath her soft panties and warm pussy. I could feel myself getting close to climax, but I knew I wasn’t allowed to cum until she allowed it. Natalie must have sensed this, because she suddenly came back and climbed on top me. She forced my hands off my dick, ruining my orgasm. I whimpered. She was so cruel!

“Not yet, virgin,” she said with a sweet smile. “You’ll have to wait until marriage for that.”

I groaned in frustration, but I knew I couldn’t resist her. Natalie was my bratty femdom girlfriend, and I was completely and utterly obsessed with her.

Jealous? What a loser!!!

Fishnet Fetish and a CEI Surprise

Majesty Natalie, a petite internet domme, confidently walked into the room. She was wearing a shiny pink satin bikini that accentuated her body and a pair of fishnet stockings that showcased her toned, tan legs. Her hair was down, giving her a a sweet appearance.

“Hey, loser,” she teased, addressing her submissive slave. “I see you’re already naked and on your knees for me. How pathetic. I don’t even care what your name is. I’m going to call you Gooner.”

Gooner, a muscular man with a submissive streak, looked up at Natalie with adoration. He loved serving his Goddess and would do anything to please her.

“Yes, Goddess,” he replied, his voice trembling with excitement. “I live to serve you.”

Natalie giggled and walked closer to Gooner, her hips moving seductively. She placed a bare fishnet clad foot on his thigh, giving him a tantalizing view of her leg.

“Do you like what you see, slave?” she asked, tracing a finger along her calf.

“Yes, Goddess,” Gooner replied, his eyes fixated on Majesty Natalie’s leg.

“Good,” She said, removing her foot from Gooner’s thigh and turning around. She bent over, giving Gooner a perfect view of her round ass, encased in fishnet. “Worship my ass, slave.”

Gooner eagerly complied, pressing his face against Natalie’s ass and inhaling her scent. He could feel her heat through the fishnet and it drove him wild.

“That’s it, slave,” Natalie said, reaching behind her to grab Gooner’s head. “Worship my ass like the good little slave you are.”

As Gooner continued to worship Natalie’s ass, she began to tease him with her feet. She wiggled her toes and ran her soles along his chest, making Gooner moan with pleasure.

“You like that, don’t you, slave?” Natalie asked, a cute smile on her face. “You love worshipping my feet and ass.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Gooner replied, his voice muffled by Natalie’s ass.

Natalie chuckled and stood up, turning around to face Gooner. She reached down and grabbed his cock, giving it a firm squeeze.

“You’re hard for me, slave,” she said, a note of satisfaction in her voice. “Such a good little slave, getting hard for his mistress.”

Natalie began to squeeze Gooner’s cock, her grip firm and painful. Gooner moaned and closed his eyes, losing himself in the sensation.

“Open your eyes, slave,” Natalie commanded, letting go of his cock. “I want to see you cum for me.”

Gooner obeyed, his eyes meeting Natalie’s as he grabbed his leaking cock and continued to stroke for her. He could feel the pressure building inside him and he knew he was close.

“10…9…8…7….6….5….4….3…2…1….Cum for me, slave,” Natalie demanded.

With a final thrust, Gooner came, his cum spurting out and landing on Natalie’s fishnet-clad feet.

“EW!” Natalie screamed. She slapped him across the face hard.

“Pay me an extra $10,000 now. Your disgusting gooner cum should never touch me. Lick it up and clean your mess!” she demanded, shoving her feet in Gooner’s face. “Clean me up and get out of here.”

Gooner eagerly obeyed, cleaning her up, licking her soles and toes. He sucked and gagged on her feet before getting dressed and leaving the room. He knew he would do anything for his mistress, even if it meant jerking off for her and worshipping her feet and ass. Even if it meant eating his own cum off her feet.

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JOI Game: A Night with Natalie

Majesty Natalie’s big brown eyes sparkled with mischief as she announced her game. “Alright, beta, I’m in the mood to play a little game. Green light means you can start stroking, red light means stop, and yellow light means play with your balls. Got it?”

I nodded, feeling my cock twitch with anticipation. Natalie was the sexiest woman I had ever met, and she knew exactly how to play with my mind and body. She was a true domme, always in control and confident. Her long, raven hair cascaded down her shoulders, and her perfect little feet were the object of my deepest fetish.

“Good boy,” she said. “Let’s get started. Green light.”

I wrapped my hand around my cock and began to stroke, feeling the familiar sensation of pleasure coursing through my body. Natalie sat on the couch, watching me intently with her bratty gaze.

“Red light,” she commanded, and I immediately stopped. “Yellow light.”

I obediently shifted my focus to my balls, massaging them gently with my fingers. Natalie’s gaze never left my crotch, and I could feel myself getting harder and harder while she looked at me.

“Green light,” she said, and I resumed stroking. I closed my eyes, imagining Natalie’s perfect little feet inching closer to me. I could almost feel her soft, smooth skin against my thighs, her cute toes tickling my balls. I moaned softly, losing myself in the fantasy.

“Red light,” Natalie snapped, and I stopped again. “Tell me how much you want to cum!”

“I want to cum so badly, Natalie,” I said, my voice shaking with desperation. “Please let me cum.”

“Not yet,” she said, her voice dripping with cruelty. “You have to earn it. Keep stroking, beta boy. Yellow light.”

I switched my focus back to my balls, feeling the tension build inside me. I was so close, but I knew I had to hold back. Natalie was in control, and I was just her plaything.

“Green light,” she said, and I resumed stroking. I could feel my orgasm building inside me, my balls tightening with each stroke. “Tell me when you’re about to cum.”

“I’m almost there, Natalie,” I gasped, my breath coming in ragged pants. “I’m so close.”

“Not yet!” she said, her voice somehow so innocent and so evil at the same time. “You have to count down from ten. If you cum before you reach zero, I’ll stop and you’ll have to start all over again.”

“Ten,” I said, my voice shaking with anticipation. “Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five. Four. Three. Two. One. Cumming!”

I exploded, my hot cum spurting all over my chest and stomach. Majesty Natalie watched me intently, laughing at me for making such a gross mess on myself.

“What a gross gooner you are…” she said, her voice soft and gentle. “You did so well. I’m so proud of you.”

I collapsed back onto the bed, completely spent and obsessed with her. Natalie stood up, her perfect little feet stepping softly across the floor. She reached into my wallet, taking all of my cash.

“I’ll take that.” She smiled, sticking my-her cash into her purse.

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Bratty Natalie’s JOI Fantasy

Majesty Natalie struts into the room, her messy bun swaying with each step. She’s wearing a sparkly choker necklace that catches the light and makes her look even more untouchable than usual. Her pink yoga pants are tight, showcasing her slim figure, and her little pink top barely shows off her perky nipples.

“Well, well, well,” she says, smirking at me. “You’re finally here.”

I nod, feeling nervous. I’ve been anticipating this meeting all week, ever since she told me what she had in mind.

“I hope you’re ready to follow instructions,” she continues, her voice dripping with attitude. “I’m going to make you jerk off, and you’re going to do exactly what I say.”

I swallow hard, but I can’t help but feel a thrill run through me. Natalie is notorious for her bratty behavior, and there’s no denying that she’s incredibly hot.

“Now, take out your cock,” she commands.

I do as she says, feeling self-conscious as I watch her watch me. She’s lounging on the couch, her legs crossed, her expression one of pure amusement.

“That’s it,” she says. “Now, I want you to stroke your cock, I want you to stroke it so hard. Can you do that for me?”

I nod, and start stroking. She’s so hot. My hand starts moving faster.

“Good,” she continues. “Now, I want you to stop.”

I nod again, my breath coming in short gasps. I stop stroking.

“Good boy,” she says. “Now, I want you to cum, and I want you to cum hard. Can you do that for me, gooner?”

I nod once more, my hand grabbing my cock and moving faster and faster as I feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge.

“Good bitch,” she says, her voice softer now. “I want you to cum for me, now. Cum hard, and remember it’s all for me.”

I do as she says, my body shaking as I release weeks’ worth of pent-up frustration. Natalie watches me, smiling.

“That’s it,” she says. “Now, clean yourself up and get out of here. I have better things to do than watch you jerk off.”

I do as she says, feeling both satisfied and embarrassed. Natalie has a way of making me feel both turned on and humiliated, and I can’t get enough of it.

As I leave the room, I can’t help but think about our next encounter. I know it won’t be long before she calls me back, and I’ll be more than ready to follow her instructions once again, no matter how expensive the encounter.

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Homewrecked and Hypnotized: From Vanilla to Her Virtual Control! Chapter 8

Fetishes: femdom, bankruptcy, phone sex / phone domination, findom, humiliation, homewrecking, jerk off instruction / JOI

A/N: WARNING: Reading my erotic hypnosis has the same effects as watching or listening to my erotic hypnosis. ᙏ̤̫

Bruce didn’t have the money to call Natalie’s phone line the other day, which ruined his entire week. But he’d been paid and finally had enough money to give her a call. He’d even have some money left after the fact that he could spend on his wife, perhaps. He’d been feeling guilty since she nearly caught him jerking off to Natalie once again. He’d lied to her and told her he’d talked to his debtors, that it was all a big misunderstanding, and she seemed to trust him.

She’d snuggled into his arms that night for the first time in a week, and he’d built up his resolve to quit spending money on Natalie. He couldn’t quit her, he knew this now, he was her gooner forever. But maybe he could keep his spending in check, balance being Natalie’s paypig and being a real human being with a job and wife and life.

“Bruce,” Natalie said when he joined the call. Hearing her bratty voice say his name was enough to make his cock throb. “You didn’t call last week.”

“I didn’t have the money—” Bruce started, but Natalie cut him off.

“Um, I don’t care. Spending money on me is what you exist to do, right? I thought you liked spending money on me.”

“I do,” Bruce said, but she wasn’t listening to him. “Send me $100, I have something for you.”
“For me?” Bruce asked. Natalie had something for him, specifically? His palms started to sweat, his heart pounded. She thought about him? He wasn’t worthy. “I’m not worthy—” He began, but she cut him off.

“Just send me the money,” she snapped.

“Sent, Princess,” he said once he was done. Her bratty voice making him excited.

“Check your email. Oh, and if you’re not wearing headphones already, put some on.” Bruce’s inbox chimed with an email from Natalie. It was a link. He clicked it and the next thing he knew audio was playing, Natalie’s voice was layered over binaural beats, light music that seemed to flitter through Bruce’s head, lodging right in his brain. Her voice did what it always did to him, turned him on, but the music made him feel lightheaded and sleepy. He wanted to stroke his cock. He rested his head on the desk, playing with himself sleepily as Natalie spoke.

He could barely concentrate, but it seemed his brain was understanding her messages without him. He felt like a horny zombie.

“Gooner,” Natalie sneered. “Money, now.” A minute later, “Good paypig.”

Bruce felt himself sending her another $100. A small puddle of his drool gradually collected, wetting the side of his face. He couldn’t move to wipe it away, he needed one hand on his cock, the other on his mouth to give Natalie more of his money. The audio kept going, her words familiar. It was looping, he thought, somewhere in his dreamy brain. “Gooner. Money, now.” He clicked away, another 100 gone. “Good paypig.” He was a good paypig. He was Natalie’s good pay pig. Over and over again the hypnosis audio looped, and Bruce gave her money each time while he played with his cock. He couldn’t seem to get off, he was too drowsy, but he could click small small salary away.

Between her demands for money Natalie insulted him, calling him stupid, worthless, pathetic. He agreed. He nodded in a puddle of his own drool, his cock, which belonged to Natalie, aching but unable to get off. “Stupid simp,” Natalie said, and then the audio looped again. “Gooner. Money, now.”

“Good paypig,” She said.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, Bruce knew that he was nearing the last of his money. As the loop repeated, he hit send again but got an error message. That was it. His money was gone. He wouldn’t be taking his wife out this week, though he’d already promised her he would. He wouldn’t be paying off any debts. He didn’t even know how he’d pay for new clips next week. The shame and defeat built inside him, just as Natalie reminded him that he was a “good paypig,” and he came hard.

It took him a minute to come back to his senses, and when he did he checked the time. He had spent an hour in her hypnotic loop, missing out on her live call, but Natalie would still hopefully be online. He hoped back onto the call.

“Natalie,” he said. He was still feeling lightheaded. It took him a moment to place the emotions that were overwhelming him. Shock, fear, awe, all mixing together.

“God, why are you interrupting me?” Natalie asked, annoyed. “Why would you possibly think I care what you have to share.”

“I’m sorry, Goddess,” Bruce said, hanging his head in shame. “It’s just. I’ve just spent my last $100 on you. I was supposed to take my wife out with that money.”

Natalie laughed.

Bruce thought he was about to accuse her of hypnotizing him, maybe even beg her for some of his money back, he couldn’t. Her laugh, bratty and superior, took away all his doubts. Of course he gave her all his money. She deserved it.

“Am I a good paypig?” Bruce asked, but Natalie only giggled harder.

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The Findom Princess and her Chastity Paypig

Majesty Natalie, a young woman with tremendous beauty, had a unique talent for finding and dominating weak-willed men. I was one of them. She had me wrapped around her finger, and I was more than happy to be her financial slave. I couldn’t resist her cute and bratty demeanor, and I was addicted to the rush of giving her all my money.

“Hey, loser,” Natalie said, her voice dripping with disdain, as I transferred another large sum of money to her. “Thanks for the cash, paypig. You’re such a good little financial slave.”

I couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction as I heard her words. I loved being degraded and humiliated by her. It was a twisted form of pleasure, one that I couldn’t get enough of.

“You’re welcome, Princess,” I replied, my voice quivering with excitement. “I live to serve you.”

Natalie and I had been talking for a few weeks before she had me fully under her spell. We would chat online, and she would tease me with provocative pictures and filthy talk. She knew exactly how to push my buttons, and I was putty in her hands.

“I can’t wait until I can be your human ATM,” I told her one day, my mind filled with dirty thoughts. “I want to give you all my money, and then some.”

Natalie laughed. “You’re such a pervert, paypig. But don’t worry, I’ll make sure to drain your bank account dry.”

It wasn’t long before I was sending Natalie money every day. I couldn’t help myself. I was addicted to the rush of giving her my hard-earned cash. And as I sent her more and more money, our conversations became dirtier and more explicit.

“I want to see you jerk off while you send me money,” Natalie said one day, her voice full of mischief. “I want to see for myself how hard you cum for findom.”

I didn’t hesitate. I pulled out my cock and started stroking it as I transferred more money to Natalie. I could feel my orgasm building, and I let out a loud moan as I shot my load all over myself.

“Oh, yes, that was a lot of cum,” Natalie said, her voice filled with giggles. “You’re such a good boy, paypig. Keep sending me money, and I’ll make sure to make it worth your while.”

I continued to send Natalie money every day, and our conversations became more and more intense. We would talk about all the kinky things I was willing to do to prove my submission, and I could feel myself getting more and more aroused.

One day, Natalie surprised me by coming to visit me. I was thrilled to finally meet her in person, and I couldn’t wait to see what she had in store for me. I couldn’t believe it. It was finally happening. I first met Natalie online, on a financial domination forum. I was immediately drawn to her profile picture – a cute, bratty-looking Latina with a mischievous smile. She was a self-proclaimed “findom princess,” and I was her newest “paypig.”

At first, I was hesitant to send her money. I knew it was foolish, but I couldn’t help myself. She had a way of talking to me, of making me feel weak and submissive. She called me a loser, a pathetic excuse for a man, and I couldn’t get enough.

“You’re such a good little paypig,” she would say, as I transferred money to her online account. “Such a good boy, giving me all your hard-earned cash.”

I would protest, of course. I would tell her that I couldn’t afford to give her any more. But she would just laugh, and tell me how much of a disappointment I was. How I would never be a real man, unless I served her.

And so I did. I gave her all of my money, and in return, she gave me moments of her attention. She would call me names, and degrade me, and I would get harder and harder with every word. I was her slave, her property, and I loved it.

One day, Natalie told me that she was going to put me in a chastity cage. She said that it would teach me to be a better paypig, to be more obedient and submissive. I agreed, of course. I would do anything for her.

She sent me the cage in the mail, and I put it on immediately. It was tight and uncomfortable, but I didn’t care. I loved the feeling of being owned, of being controlled.

A few days later, Natalie video called me. She was dressed in a tight, revealing outfit, and she looked absolutely stunning. She told me that she was going to do a striptease for me, but that I couldn’t cum. She said that if I did, she would increase my chastity time.

I agreed, of course. I would do anything to see her in a bra and panties.

She started dancing, moving her hips in time with the music. She slowly removed her clothes, one piece at a time. I was harder than I had ever been, but I knew that I couldn’t cum. I had to be good, for Natalie.

But then she did something unexpected. She took out a chastity key, and started teasing her pussy with it. I was so leaky in my cage, so turned on.

I begged her to let me cum, but she just laughed. She told me that I was a good little paypig, but that I still had a lot to learn. She said that I would be in the chastity cage for a long time, until I proved myself worthy.

I was so frustrated, so horny, but I couldn’t help but love it. I loved being controlled by Natalie, being at her mercy. I loved being her paypig, her little slave.

And so I will continue to serve her, to give her all of my money and my devotion. I will do anything she asks, no matter how humiliating or degrading. Because I am her paypig, and I love it.

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Gooning Forever: A Femdom Edging Story

I had always been a fan of Majesty Natalie’s online content, her bratty and mean demeanor was something that I found incredibly attractive. So, when she announced that she would be hosting a live hypnosis session, I couldn’t resist the opportunity to participate.

As I logged onto the video call, I was greeted by Natalie’s cute face. She was wearing super tight yoga pants and a grey baseball cap, with a tiny pink crop top that perfectly accentuated her petite frame. I couldn’t help but feel my dick twitching as I watched her on my screen.

“Alright, listen up you losers,” Natalie said with a smirk, flashing her internet-famous loser symbol at the camera. “I’m only going to do this once, so pay attention.”

She began to speak in a soothing voice, guiding me through a visualization exercise. I felt myself becoming more and more relaxed as she spoke, my mind becoming more pliable to her commands. I was putty in her hands.

“You will find yourself becoming increasingly obsessed with jerking off,” Natalie said, her voice becoming more commanding. “You will be unable to resist the urge, no matter the time or place. You will find a bathroom or a closet and you will jerk off to Majesty Natalie…”

I could feel myself becoming more and more aroused as she spoke, my cock growing hard in my pants. I couldn’t help but touch myself as I listened to her, my hand moving of its own accord to stroke my shaft.

“But here’s the catch,” Natalie continued, a cruel smile on her face. “You will never be able to cum. You will be stuck in a state of perpetual edging, forever gooning for me.”

I tried to protest, to tell her that this was too much, but I couldn’t speak. I was completely under her control.

“Good boy,” Natalie said, her voice dripping with a playful kind of evil. “Now, let’s see how long you can last.”

She ordered me to strip, to show her my body on camera. I complied, feeling a mix of shame and arousal as I exposed myself to her. She laughed at my small cock, making fun of me for being so pathetic.

“Beg for it,” she commanded, her voice sweet and innocent. “Beg for me to let you cum.”

I begged, pleading with her to let me release. But she only laughed, denying me over and over again.

“No, not yet,” she said, her eyes sparkling. “I want to see just how long you can last.”

She ordered me to switch positions, to get on my knees. She commanded me to stroke myself, to prepare my brain to be blank for her. I complied, feeling a mix of humiliation and pleasure as I obeyed her every command.

“You’re such a good little gooner,” she said, her voice filled with giggles. “Beg to cum, beg for me to let you finish.”

I begged, pleading with her to let me cum. But she only laughed, denying me once again.

“Not yet,” she said, her voice dripping with cruelty. “You’re not ready yet. Maybe you’ll be ready never.”

She ordered me to edge myself, to bring myself close to the brink of orgasm and then pull back. I did as she commanded, feeling myself growing more and more frustrated as I denied myself release.

“Please, Natalie,” I begged, my voice hoarse with need. “Please, let me cum.”

But she only laughed, denying me once again.

“No, not yet,” she said, her voice filled with cruelty. “You’re not ready yet.” She pulled out her phone and started texting, ignoring me completely.

And so, I was left in a state of perpetual edging, forever gooning for Majesty Natalie. She had complete control over me, and I was powerless to resist.

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The Loser and the Femdom Boss: A Tale of Feet, Armpits, and Unrequited Love.

Majesty Natalie, the petite Latina with a ponytail, sashays into the office wearing a tight skirt and pink sweater that perfectly accentuates her petite curves. Her high heels click against the marble floor as she makes her way to her desk. I can’t help but stare at her, my heart racing in my chest. I’m just a lowly intern, and Natalie is my boss.

“Hey, loser,” she greets me, her voice dripping with brattiness. “Get over here and give me a foot massage. I’ve been on my feet all day.”

I hesitate for a moment, but I know better than to disobey her. I walk over to her desk and kneel down, taking one of her delicate feet in my hands. I start to massage it, working my thumbs into the arch and pressing down gently. Natalie lets out a sigh of pleasure, her toes curling in delight. She pulls out her phone and starts texting her friends.

“That’s it, loser. You’re getting better at this,” she says, her voice softer now. “But don’t think this means I’m going to let you fuck me. You’re a virgin, and I don’t have time for amateurs.” She rolled her eyes.

I feel a pang of shame and disappointment, but I don’t say anything. I just keep massaging her feet, trying to focus on the task at hand.

“You know, I’ve been thinking,” Natalie says, her voice low and seductive. “I might let you lick my armpits. I know how much you love them.”

I look up at her in surprise, my heart racing. Natalie smirks and lifts her arm, giving me a clear view of her armpit. It’s so perfect and clean, and I can smell her unique scent. I feel a surge of desire and start to lick, savoring the taste of her skin.

“Oh, yes, loser. That really makes you look pathetic,” Natalie giggles, her body wiggling a little because it tickles. “You’re such a good little foot-licker and armpit-licker. But that’s all you’ll ever be.”

I get on the ground and continue to lick and massage her feet, my mind spinning with desire and shame. I can feel myself getting harder, my cock straining against my pants. Natalie notices and smirks.

“You can jerk off to me, loser. But that’s as close as you’ll ever get to fucking me,” she says, her voice filled with power and dominance. “Now, get back to work.”

I do as I’m told, my mind consumed with thoughts of Natalie’s feet and armpits. As I work, I can’t help but steal glances at her, my heart racing every time I see her in that skirt. I know I’ll never have her, but I can’t help but dream.

As the day goes on, Natalie continues to taunt me, teasing me with her body and her words. She knows exactly what she’s doing, and she loves every moment of it. By the end of the day, I’m aching with desire, my cock throbbing in my pants.

“Good job, loser,” Natalie says, standing up and gathering her things. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

She saunters out of the office, leaving me alone with my thoughts and my aching cock. I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t help myself. I reach down and start to jerk off, imagining Natalie’s feet and armpits, her body and her voice. I cum quickly, my release intense and overwhelming.

As I clean up and gather my things, I can’t help but feel a sense of shame and regret. I know I’ll never have Natalie, but I can’t help but dream. For now, I’ll settle for licking her feet and worshiping her armpits, hoping that one day, she’ll see me as more than just a loser.

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The Foot Worship Therapy Session

Majesty Natalie was a skilled therapist, known for her ability to delve deep into the minds of her clients and help them overcome their most challenging issues. But little did her clients know, she had a secret talent – the ability to manipulate their desires and fantasies, bending them to her will.

One of her clients, a wealthy businessman named Jonathan, had been struggling with a deep-seated fear of intimacy. Natalie knew she had to help him overcome this fear if he was ever to lead a happy and fulfilling life.

As she sat across from him in her office, she began to weave a spell of suggestion, planting the seeds of a new desire within his mind.

“Do you know what I love most about my feet, Jonathan?” she asked, crossing her legs and allowing her cute toes to peek out from beneath her skirt.

Jonathan’s eyes were immediately drawn to them, and Natalie could see the spark of interest in his gaze.

“I love how soft and smooth they are,” she continued, “and how they look so delicate and feminine. I can’t help but think how much you would enjoy worshipping them, Jonathan. How much pleasure it would bring me to have you on your knees, kissing and licking my feet.”

Jonathan felt a strange stirring in his gut as Natalie spoke, and he couldn’t deny the allure of her words. He had never before considered a foot fetish, but as he looked at Natalie’s perfect little feet, he couldn’t help but feel a deep, primal desire to pleasure her in this way.

“I can see the lust in your eyes, Jonathan,” Natalie said, a sly smile crossing her lips. “I know you want to worship my feet. And I’m willing to let you, for a price.”

Jonathan’s heart raced as he considered the implications of Natalie’s words. He had never been one to indulge in such taboo desires, but something about Natalie’s cute voice was impossible to resist.

“How much will it cost me?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“A million dollars,” Majesty Natalie replied, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “And you can only cum on my soles when I give you permission.”

Jonathan’s mind was racing as he considered the offer. He was a wealthy man, but a million dollars was no small sum. And yet, the thought of worshipping Natalie’s feet, of pleasuring her in this way, of cumming on her soles, was too hot to resist.

“I’ll do it,” he said, his voice trembling.

Natalie’s smile grew wider as she stood up, teasing him with her sexy outfit, and her petite, slender frame and small, perky breasts. She moved over to Jonathan, her hips swaying as she approached.

“Good boy,” she said, running her fingers through his hair. She shoved him down, roughly. “Now get on your knees and show me how much you worship my feet.”

Jonathan did as he was told, sinking to his knees before Majesty Natalie and gazing up at her with adoration. He reached out and took her delicate foot in his hands, drooling over the softness of her skin.

He began to kiss and lick her feet, savoring the taste and texture of her foot. Natalie giggled, demanding more and more money and urging him on. He agreed to every added fee, kissing and kissing her soles and toes.

As the session continued, Jonathan became more and more lost in the moment, his mind focused solely on pleasuring Natalie’s feet. He worshipped every inch of her feet, from her delicate toes to her slender ankles, his tongue and lips working tirelessly to bring her pleasure.

Finally, Natalie deemed him worthy of release, and she allowed him to cum on her soles. She got on her desk, turned over on her toned tummy revealing her soles and wiggling her toes. She urged him to stroke his cock and cum on her soles, as she teased him. Jonathan moaned with pleasure as he came, his body trembling with the intensity of his orgasm.

As the session came to a close, Natalie smiled down at Jonathan, her feet still coated in his cum.

“Good boy,” she said, wiggling her sticky pedicured toes. “I’ll see you next week for another therapy session.”

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Counselor Gives You a Foot Fetish Part 1 by Majesty Natalie (feet, role play)

Counselor Gives You a Foot Fetish Part 2 by Majesty Natalie (femdom, humiliation pov)

Counselor Gives You a Foot Fetish Part 3 by Majesty Natalie (mesmerize, soles)

Pegged by the Latina Cheerleader!

Majesty Natalie, the most popular girl in college, strutted through the bustling quad, her petite frame clad in the iconic cheerleader uniform that only served to accentuate her beauty. With her long, dark hair pulled up in pigtails and sparkling brown eyes, she was the epitome of perfect. Her fame and popularity were undeniable, and she loved the attention she received from her simpy little fans.

On the other side of the quad, a nerdy little white guy named Tim watched Natalie from afar, his heart racing with every step she took. Tim was a quiet, introverted student who had always been invisible to the popular crowd. But something about Natalie was different. She was so attractive to him, and even though he knew he could never have her, he couldn’t help but be drawn to her.

One day, Natalie approached Tim with a mischievous look in her eye. “Hey, simp,” she said, playfully poking him in the chest. “I’ve got a proposition for you.”

Tim’s heart skipped a beat. “What is it?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Natalie leaned in close, her lips curling into a smirk. “I want to peg you,” she said, her voice sweet and innocent.

Tim’s eyes went wide with shock. “What? Why?”

Natalie shrugged. “Because it’s funny. You’re a nerdy little simp, and I’m a hot cheerleader. It’s the ultimate power dynamic.”

Tim hesitated, unsure of what to do. He had never even considered the idea of being pegged before, but something about Natalie’s proposition was intriguing. “Okay,” he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Natalie’s face lit up with excitement. “Awesome! But there’s one condition: you’re not allowed to see me naked. I’ll keep my uniform on the whole time. I have other guys that I actually fuck. That would never be you, obviously.”

Tim nodded, his heart racing with anticipation. He couldn’t believe he was actually going to go through with this.

Over the next few days, Natalie and Tim planned their encounter in secret. They sneaked around campus, scouting out the perfect location for their plan. Finally, they settled on an empty storage room in the back of the gym.

The night of the big event arrived, and Tim was a nervous wreck. He paced back and forth in the storage room, waiting for Natalie to arrive. When she finally walked in, her cheerleader uniform hugging her tight little body in all the right places, Tim’s heart skipped a beat.

“Hey, SIMPY!” Natalie said, a playful smile on her lips. “Ready to get pegged?”

Tim nodded, his throat dry with nerves.

Majesty Natalie sauntered over to him, her hips swaying seductively. She reached up and ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him in for a kiss, then pushing him away at the last second, laughing at him. Making fun of him. Tim’s body trembled with embarrassment that he fell for it, and excitement for what was to come.

Natalie reached down and unbuckled his belt. She slowly pulled up her uniform, just a bit, revealing her toned abs and the underside of her perky tits. Tim’s breath hitched in his throat as he took in the sight of her tan body in her cheerleader uniform.

“Remember, Simpy,” Natalie said, her voice cute and teasing. “You’re not allowed to see me naked!”

Tim nodded, his eyes wide with shock. He couldn’t believe what was happening.

Natalie reached down and grabbed her strap-on, sliding it on with a sweet smile. Tim’s eyes went wide as he took in the sight of the giant dildo jutting out from between her sexy legs.

“Ready?” Natalie asked, a playful glint in her eye.

Tim nodded, his heart racing with anticipation.

Natalie pushed him down onto the floor, his ass resting on a pile of cushions. She climbed on top of him, straddling his hips. She reached down and started to rub the dildo against his hole, teasing him with every stroke.

“Beg for it, simpy,” Natalie said, her voice sexy and bratty.

Tim hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do. But something about Majesty Natalie’s commanding presence made him want to obey.

“Please, Natalie,” he begged, his voice trembling with pleasure. “Please ruin me.”

Natalie gave a little smirk as she pushed the dildo inside of Tim’s ass. He gasped with pleasure as she started to thrust in and out, her hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm.

“Oh, fuck,” Tim moaned, his body trembling.

Natalie leaned down and told him to shut up. She fucked him harder and harder. Tim could feel his orgasm building with every thrust, his body trembling with pleasure.

“Faster, Natalie,” he begged, his voice trembling with pleasure. “Fuck me harder.”

Natalie laughed at his desperation, her hips moving in a blur as she fucked Tim with everything she had. Tim could feel his orgasm building, his body trembling with his obsession, his addiction to her.

“I’m gonna cum,” he moaned, his body shaking and sweating.

Natalie pulled back, her eyes glinting with mischief. “Not yet, simpy,” she said.

Tim whimpered with pleasure as Natalie slowed down, her hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm. She leaned down and made him beg for it as she brought him to the brink of orgasm over and over again.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Natalie allowed Tim to cum. He moaned with pleasure as he exploded, his body bucking with the force of his orgasm.

Natalie pulled out of him, a satisfied smile on her lips. “Good boy,” she said, patting him on the head.

Tim lay there, his body trembling with pleasure as Natalie got ready to leave. He couldn’t believe what had just happened. He had just been pegged by the most popular girl in college, a cheerleader, and he had loved every second of it.

As Majesty Natalie walked out of the storage room, Tim couldn’t help but feel a sense of longing. He knew he could never have her, but for one fleeting moment, he had been closer to her than anyone else. And for that, he was grateful.

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Just a Little Gay in the GOON THEATER!

Bruce and Jack sat side by side in the dimly lit porn theater, their eyes glued to the screen as Majesty Natalie commanded the attention of the camera. She was a petite Latina with a cute face and an incredible body, and she knew how to work it. With every clip they watched, Bruce and Jack felt their excitement grow.

“God, she’s hot,” Bruce whispered, his voice husky with desire.

Jack nodded, unable to take his eyes off the screen. “I can’t believe how turned on I am right now.”

Bruce glanced over at him, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Want to do something about it?”

Jack raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “What did you have in mind?”

Bruce leaned in closer, his breath hot on Jack’s ear. “Let’s jerk off together. Right here, right now.”

Jack felt a surge of desire course through him at the suggestion. He’d never done anything like this before, but the idea of it was incredibly exciting. He nodded, unable to speak.

Bruce grinned, his hand already reaching down to adjust himself through his pants. “Good. Let’s do it.”

They both turned their attention back to the screen, their hands slowly working their cocks through their pants. Bruce leaned over to Jack, his voice low and seductive. “Imagine it’s her hand on your cock. Feel how wet she makes you.”

Jack moaned softly, his hips rocking in time with Bruce’s words. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge.

Bruce’s voice grew huskier. “Let’s take it out. We can be quiet, no one will know.”

Jack nodded, his breath coming in short gasps. He reached down and carefully undid his pants, pulling out his hard cock. Bruce did the same, and they both turned to face each other, their hands working in unison.

Bruce leaned in closer, his lips brushing against Jack’s ear. “Can you imagine how good it would feel to fuck her? To feel her tight little pussy wrapped around your cock?”

Jack groaned, his hips thrusting forward. “Yes, oh god yes.”

Bruce’s hand moved faster, his breath hot on Jack’s neck. “Do you want to cum for her? To show her how much she turns us on?”

Jack nodded, unable to speak. He could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening.

Bruce’s voice was barely a whisper now. “Cum for me, Jack. Cum for Majesty Natalie.”

With a strangled cry, Jack came hard, his cum spilling over his hand and onto the floor. Bruce followed soon after, his own orgasm triggered by Jack’s.

They both sat there for a moment, panting and trying to catch their breath. Bruce leaned over and whispered in Jack’s ear, “That was fucking hot. We should do it again sometime.”

Jack nodded, still trying to catch his breath. “Definitely.”

Together, they cleaned up and adjusted their clothes, slipping out of the theater as if nothing had happened. But inside, they both knew that they had just shared something incredibly intimate and exciting. And they couldn’t wait to do it again.

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The Sissy’s Feet Worship and BBC Adventure

Majesty Natalie, a stunning sorority girl, was known for her long legs, perfect feet, and her desire for dominance. She had a new sissy slave, a timid boy she had transformed into a submissive, cross-dressing sissy.

One day, she decided to invite her friend Todd, a well-endowed black man, to fulfill her most deviant fantasies. Todd, aware of Natalie’s preferences, was more than happy to oblige.

Natalie called her sissy slave, ordering him to prepare for Todd’s arrival. “You are only allowed to worship my feet, nothing more.” she commanded. The sissy nodded, trembling at the thought of serving two superior beings. He kneeled before her feet, and started kissing her toes. Then her ankles. She teased him with her high arches and soft soles. Slapping him playfully with her feet. 

“You’re already so horny and my friend isn’t even here yet!”

Just as she said that, Todd arrived, and Natalie greeted him with a seductive smile. “I hope you’re ready to put on a show for my little sissy,” she said, leading him to the living room where the sissy waited, kneeling.

Todd chuckled, “I’m always ready to give a good performance, Natalie.”

Natalie ordered the sissy to undress Todd, who stood still, allowing the sissy to touch his muscular body. The sissy’s hands shook as they reached for Todd’s pants, pulling them down to reveal his massive cock.

“Oh my,” Natalie gasped, “Looks like Todd is ready for you, sissy.”

The sissy hesitated but knew better than to disobey. They took Todd’s cock into their mouth, worshipping it with every lick and suck. Todd groaned, enjoying the feeling of the sissy’s lips around him.

Majesty Natalie watched, amused. “Good boy, sissy. Now, lick Todd’s balls, make him feel good.”

The sissy obeyed, licking and sucking Todd’s balls, making him moan in pleasure. Natalie then ordered the sissy to lick Todd’s shaft, from base to tip, teasing him.

“Sissy, you’re doing great,” Todd praised, “Now, take it all in.”

The sissy tried their best, taking Todd’s cock deeper into their mouth. Natalie watched, impressed. “Good girl, sissy. Keep going.”

Todd groaned, feeling the sissy’s lips around his cock. “Natalie, your sissy is a natural.”

Natalie smiled, “I know. Now, sissy, lick Todd’s ass. Make him ready for you.”

The sissy hesitated but did as they were told, licking Todd’s ass, making him moan. Natalie then ordered the sissy to stroke Todd, making him huge and hard, and ready to penetrate the submissive’s ass.

Todd groaned, feeling the sissy’s fingers stroke him. “Natalie, your sissy is so good at this.”

Natalie nodded, ordering the sissy to let Todd penetrate him. The sissy, still trembling, did as they were told, taking Todd’s cock slowly. Todd moaned, feeling the sissy’s slutty hole around his BBC. 

“Fuck him harder, Todd,” Natalie demanded.

The man obeyed, fucking the sissy harder, making them whimper. Natalie watched, amused. “Good girl, sissy. Keep going.”

Todd groaned, feeling the sissy tighten and squirm. “Natalie, she’s good. She’s tight.”

Natalie smiled, “I know. She’s been practicing for me by watching my clips. She’s also been hypnotizing herself with my bimbo audios. Isn’t that right slut?”

The sissy could only whimper and moan.

“Now, sissy, make him cum.”

The sissy obeyed, rearranging themselves to start sucking Todd’s cock, making him cum. Todd groaned, feeling the sissy’s lips around his BBC. The sissy drank Todd’s cum, worshipping it. 

Majesty Natalie smiled, satisfied. “Good boy, sissy. Looks like my training has been working.

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Homewrecked and Hypnotized: From Vanilla to Her Virtual Control! Chapter 7

Fetishes: erotic hypnosis, femdom, findom, debt, bankruptcy, homewrecking, domme, Majetsy Natalie

A/N: Are you hard for words on a page? That’s so pathetic. You’re more of a loser than Bruce. ᙏ̤̫

Bruce’s wife wasn’t home when he got back from work on Friday night, but she had left the mail on the table for him to see, envelope after envelope addressed to him, most of them with “FINAL WARNING” in dark red ink stamped across the front. His wife had left a note across the top: “Deal with this.” He grabbed them all and brought them back to his computer room, tossing them in front of his monitor.

It was humiliating how bad his problem had gotten. He was in so much debt he was sure he’d never recover. He’d taken out credit cards, opened accounts in sketchier and sketchier to take out loans. There was a lien on his house, and the repo guys would be coming for his car any day now. He had dragged his wife back in with him, too. When they’d remarried he’d convinced her to give him access to her accounts, and he’d been slowly draining them. And for what? Why? Because Natalie said so, and Bruce was completely under her control. He had to spend money on her, even when he had no money, because Natalie told him he should.

He knew it was stupid. He knew it made him pathetic. He was completely and utterly shamed by it. But that only turned him on. Natalie had, slowly but surely, convinced him that it was his life’s purpose to give away all his money to her. If he was being fully and completely honest with himself, the only reason he cared whether he went bankrupt or not was because if he ended up homeless on the streets he wouldn’t be able to afford Majesty Natalie clips.

He pushed the mail aside. He would deal with them, he would. But first he needed to watch one of Natalie’s videos. It would help him to relax, get him in the right mindset to deal with his financial issues. He pulled his cock out, soft and small. He used to think he had a good cock, above average size, but Natalie had shown him the truth, that it was small and ugly. She was so much smarter than him.

As soon as he pulled up her video his cock stiffened, coming to life in his hand. It was an older video, one he had watched a few times before.

“Hello paypig.” Natalie said. She was wearing skimpy clothes, the top just barely wide enough to cover her nipples, the bottom a pink thong that only excited Bruce more. Her face was pixelated. “I decided betas like you don’t deserve to look at me today,” she said, running a hand down her toned stomach. “Losers like you don’t deserve rights. Isn’t that right, paypig?”

“Yes, Natalie,” Bruce whispered, nodding.

“I have to tell you a story today,” Natalie said, hopping up onto her bed. She piled pillows and blankets below her, straddling the soft pile, her thin, tan legs on either side of the stack. “Once upon a time,” she said, starting to grind into the pillow that rested against her bikini-clad pussy. “There was someone who watched my content. He used to call me every day. He’d send me money multiple times a day. He bought me all the clothes that I wanted, every outfit I asked for.” Natalie’s voice was patronizing and bratty. She abruptly stopped her gyrations, and flashed a loser symbol at the camera. “What was so special about him? Well, nothing, he was a stupid gooner just like any of you. But he did something very very special for me, that your Goddess has never forgotten. Do you want to know what it was, dummy?” Bruce nodded, even though he knew already. “He spent every last penny on me. He went bankrupt. Anytime he’d get even a dollar back, he’d spend it on me. It’s sexy to spend money on me,” Natalie said, and Bruce nodded. “It’s so hot to go broke for your Goddess.” Bruce stroked himself at the same speed that Natalie moved her hand. She was making jerk off motions and he did his best to match her pace. “Go, spend more money on me right now.”

Bruce pulled up Natalie’s page on his other monitor, sending her a gift of 100$. It was declined. He put in another card. Declined. He started to sweat, stressing. He needed to spend money on Natalie, but there was no more money. Finally, he found a card that worked, it was in overdraft, but he’d worry about the fee later. He pulled up all his accounts on the monitor, watching Natalie out of the corner of his eye, listening to her instruct him to send her even more money. He sent her another 20.

His accounts, each in red, each with flashing notification, warning him of his debt, glares at him on one screen. Good. Natalie thinks debt is sexy. He did this for her. He looks at the stack of mail in front of him, glances back to the monitors. Natalie is fake moaning, mocking him and picking up her stroking pace. Bruce grabs the stack of mail, crumbling it in his free hand. His other jerks himself off, hard and fast, until he’s cumming, pressing the crumpled mail to his tip, cumming into the stack of it as his monitor glares at him and Majesty Natalie lets out a giggle.

He cums so hard he feels a little light-headed, and he’s out of it enough that he doesn’t hear his wife until it’s nearly too late and she’s knocking on his door. He shoves the mail in the trash, closes both monitors, shoves his soft, drained cock in his pants and tells her she can come in. That was close.

A/N: Gross! did you cum? Who cums to words? If you came you owe me $100. ᙏ̤̫  

Chapter 1
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Chapter 3

 

Homewrecked and Hypnotized: From Vanilla to Her Virtual Control! Chapter 6

Fetishes: tech domination / tech domme, homewrecking, erotic hypnosis, femdom, findom, Majesty Natalie

A/N: I noticed that my femdom erotica is deepening your devotion. You can’t get me out of your dreams, can you? ᙏ̤̫

Bruce had been watching Natalie’s videos for days. She had recently started dropping content in the mornings instead of the evenings, and it was positively killing Bruce to have to wait until his work day was up so he could come home and watch her videos.

He felt like a failure. He couldn’t focus at work, even less so than normal, and he couldn’t even prioritize Natalie the way he knew she deserved to be worshiped. All the subliminal teachings she’d given him over the time he’d spent watching her videos told him he should be doing more to support his porn princess. And yet, if he quit his job he wouldn’t be able to pay for her content. He wanted, more than anything, to have a work from home job that would allow him to have work on one monitor and Majesty Natalie on the other, but he didn’t have the skillset. 

He’d tried to watch Natalie’s videos on his lunch break, but they were just a bit too long, and he’d have to make excuses to stay on his break longer. He was still watching the pixelated Goonblocker clips, knowing that he wasn’t worthy of watching uncensored videos of her. He didn’t deserve to see her skin, her tiny body, her pretty clothes. He should be grateful he’s even allowed to listen to her bratty voice. And he was. He was so grateful.

He took his break a few minutes early, trying his best to not draw attention to the fact that he was slipping out before it was time. He sneakily locked himself in his car and played Natalie’s new YouTube video. It was a Goonblocker clip, but she uploaded it free to her channel.

“Good morning gooner,” Majesty Natalie said, sounding cute and bored. She was wearing a white crop top and pink yoga pants, and her tits were centered, so Bruce couldn’t tell if she was wearing a bra under it or not. If he knew Natalie, probably not. His gooner cock ached at the thought. “I went on a shopping spree with some of the money I’ve been sent lately—which means I mean more, in case you’re too stupid to get the hint—and I wanted to show you my haul.”

Natalie began pulling clothes from bags, holding them up, making Bruce imagine them on her body—shiny skimpy bikinis and crop top sweaters, tight athletic wear and grey sweatpants. She had bought three different pairs of bleach white sneakers, size five, and some gold jewelry. Everything was designer, one tiny bikini top probably more expensive than everything Bruce owned put together. He had helped fund that. He felt a confusing rush of pride, purpose and shame. Pride that he had been able to fund Natalie’s shopping spree, shame that he had been draining his and his wife’s money for months to be able to do so. But Natalie needed him to be a good cum slut and give her his money. Every time he spent money on her it only made him more ashamed, and even more horny.

“Not only did I go shopping, I had slaves binge my wishlist. One of you bought a sexy toy.” Natalie said, pulling out a new bag in front of her. “I’ve already tried it out.” Bruce felt his palms grow sweaty. He had paid extra to buy a toy for her, specifically from him. He had picked it out on her website, wrote a note along with it, and signed it with his real name. Would she acknowledge him in this video? He didn’t know if he was worthy of it, and yet he still ached for her bratty voice to say his name. She held up the first item, sent to her from someone else, but it was pixelated. He had almost forgot this was a Goonblocker clip. “First, someone got me this fox tail butt plug. It’s silicone, soft, and small. It was fine. I looked adorable in it. But like. You literally only exist to spend money on me and you bought the cheapest thing possible? God, that’s annoying. I expect you to make up for it. As punishment, the bitch who bought this butt plug has to wear a butt plug into the office today. I know who you are. You know who you are.” She smirked, knowing her submissive would obey her every command, no matter how humiliating. 

 

Bruce was glad he hadn’t bought the fox tail butt plug, even though he’d considered it. It would have been the smart thing to do financially, but Majesty Natalie deserved more. “Okay, next I have something really special from someone really special.” Natalie turned and looked at the camera, rolling her eyes. “Just kidding, I have a new bikini from someone who sent me their credit card info.” She held it up, but the blur made it appear to be only a shiny, maybe PVC blob. “I only care about your money.” Bruce knew it was only a YouTube video, yet he still felt the insult. It twisted his gut and made his cock throb. And it was throbbing.

Bruce’s phone chimed. His boss, wondering where he was. He shot her back a message saying he was on his way and stuck his headphones in, listening to Natalie’s voice and glancing at the screen as he made his way back.

“By the way,” Natalie was saying, “If your cock is any smaller than this I feel bad for you. Or, I would feel bad about you, if I cared about you at all. My next wishlist gift was bought to me by a gooner so stupid he probably thought he was special for sending me a little pathetic love note with it. Well, Bruce, here’s my reply: Dear human wallet, I do not care about you, send me more money, XOXO, Majesty Natalie.”

Bruce had ducked into the bathroom, heart pounding, and made his way over to a toilet seat. He was transfixed, stuck to his screen like Natalie was running a hypnosis video. But she wasn’t, it was just the sound of her voice, saying his name. He couldn’t stop himself, pulling his cock out and stroking himself, as hard and fast as he could.

“This horny little gooner bought me a pair of high heels! Look, they’re red bottoms!” The shoes themselves were pixilated, but Bruce could hear them clacking together as she teased him. “Too bad I don’t like high heels. I’m a sneaker girl. I’m going to throw them away.” She did just that, right into the trash, and then she turned back to the camera. “Are you touching yourself gooner? Are you thinking about all the money you’ve spent on me, all the money you’re going to spend to make up for your mistakes here? You need to spend more. You need to get me what I really want.”

The screen started to pixelate, until Natalie was just a shape, a small, censored, feminine outline. She angled the camera to her feet which came into sharp focus. She wore bright white sneakers which she knocked together playfully. Bruce jerked off to her voice and those shoes, nodding along as she insulted him, already planning to tribute more of his money as soon as his hands were free. He rose to his feet and came hard into the toilet, letting out a long, heavy moan in the shape of Natalie’s name.

“Bruce?” Bruce hadn’t heard the door open—he must have forgotten to lock it—but he heard it swing shut. He glanced over the top of the stall and saw his boss, Sarah, looking hesitant. “What are you doing? You were supposed to be back at your desk ten minutes ago.”

“Sorry, I um, I had to use the bathroom.”

“The women’s bathroom? Bruce, something isn’t right here. I’m going to have to ask you to stay after today and meet with me, okay?”

“Okay, fine,” Bruce said, tucking his cock back into his pants. By the time he left the stall his boss was gone and he was alone again. He played the rest of Natalie’s video, even though he didn’t want to. He’d never felt so embarrassed. He bought Natalie another pair of shoes, this time a pair of pink Nikes, but it hardly made him feel better.

His post nut clarity was hitting. He was in trouble with his boss. And his personal life was in shambles.

Natalie was going to ruin him.

A/N: Do you notice any similarities between you and Bruce? What are they? Comment below! ᙏ̤̫

Homewrecked and Hypnotized: From Vanilla to Her Virtual Control! Chapter 5

Fetishes: tech domination / tech domme, rip off fetish, homewrecking, erotic hypnosis, femdom, findom, Majesty Natalie

A/N: Hmm…I don’t think Bruce is ever going to quit me. In fact, I think his addiction just keeps getting worse! ᙏ̤̫ 

Bruce was proud of himself for his progress. Did he frequently unblock Natalie and spend an outrageous amount of money to get back the content he had deleted when he tried to quit? Yes. But he would delete it all back again, and he was getting better, going days without getting off to Natalie (which, unfortunately for him, meant days of not getting off at all). He was showing improvement.

So when he got a notification from Majesty Natalie’s mailing list advertising a way to quit, he thought it might just be the perfect thing for him. There might have been a voice at the back of his head reminding him that he had stumbled upon Natalie herself the first time he tried to get over his addiction to porn, back when he had been an almost normal person, not Natalie’s simp. He pushed away all his worries, opening the email.

“Goonblocker”, the email read, “Is my new program to help pathetic gooners like yourself finally quit porn for good. Watch all my clips and content, but censored! Start downloading here.” The image attached to the email was Majesty Natalie, her hair done up in two braids along either side of her head, her petite chest covered by the words “Goonblocker”, her toned, tan stomach visible.

Censored? Pixelated? Bruce didn’t want that at all. It went against all his natural desires. But he knew Natalie. She was smarter than him. She deserved his money, so she’d get as much of it as he could give, and that included re-downloading all of her videos with the Goonblocker censoring her body. His cock throbbed as he downloaded video after video, excited to watch them and help cure himself of porn addiction at last.

“New videos to come,” The second paragraph of the email had promised. God, he couldn’t wait.

Bruce spent the afternoon watching all of the clips she had censored, waiting for his email to let him know when she uploaded a new one. He had made plans with his wife, but he canceled them, not wanting to miss out on the new pixelated video.

“Hello dumb gooner,” Natalie said as soon as Bruce pulled the video up. She was wearing tiny, soft looking white shorts and a matching top, her nipples pressing through the soft fabric. It took Bruce a moment to realize she wasn’t censored, he was so distracted by the expanse of her light brown skin. His cock ached. “So, you’ve realized you’re not worthy enough to look at my body. Took you long enough.” The pixels started to cover her shorts, her top. He could just make out the white color through the pixelation.

Bruce is ashamed to realize he’s just as horny at her pixelated body as he was when he could see her, but he can’t stop the video now. Her words just make him feel more humiliated, but that only makes him want to give her more. He pulled up her site, sending her a tribute. Pre-cum leaked from his cock. Try as he might, spending money on Majesty Natalie, his Goddess, made him hard.

“You’re probably touching yourself just imagining my ass, aren’t you, degenerate loser?” Natalie said in her bratty voice. She turned around to show her pixelated ass. “God, that’s sad.” The pixelation bubble grew, covering her stomach and upper thighs. Bruce’s hand stroked his cock, even as he felt a sob bubble up in his throat. The pixelation spread further, covering Natalie’s entire body except her sneaker-clad feet.

“You don’t deserve to see my face,” Natalie said. “Say it outloud you gooner simp. ‘I don’t deserve to see your face’. I know it makes you so horny to know you’re worthless to me. Except as a human wallet, right?”

“I don’t deserve to see your face,” Bruce said, “I don’t deserve you, Natalie.”

“While you’re thinking about how much of a miserable porn addict you are, why not send me some more money? Don’t I deserve it for making these videos beta-safe for you? You should pay twice as much for them. Go ahead, give me twice as much as this video cost.” Bruce did, even though he’d just sent her money he gave her more. He’d give her everything if she asked. As soon as the site made the “swoosh” noise that indicated his money was sent he came, Natalie’s bratty voice mocking him, reminding him how much of a brainwashed goon he was. He’d get off to just her feet, the only part of her he deserved.

Bruce canceled his plans for the rest of the week, clearing his schedule to make room for the new censored Goonblocker videos. He watched them religiously, even though he knew he had fallen back into his addiction. He’d fallen harder this time, too. But this felt right. Of course he wasn’t good enough to see Natalie’s body, not even her panties.

“Look at my new panties,” Natalie said in one video,

holding them up to the camera. Bruce could only make out the color through the pixelation: bright pink. “Oh wait, you’re too stupid and pathetic to see them. I’m going to try them on.” The video cut to her wearing them, or, Bruce assumed it was them. He could make out the shiny material through the blur, and she moved her handheld camera over her body, showing a close up between her legs. Bruce leaned into his screen, desperate for even a glimpse of her clothed pussy, but all he got was the pixelation. “Do you like them?” Natalie said, laughing. She wiggled her legs, grinding back into the bed. God, Bruce wished he was worthy enough to see her. But the fact that he wasn’t fueled him, and he sent more money to Natalie and jerked himself off as she mocked him. He came to her touching herself through her panties, her small hand just a blur against the pixelated fabric. 

He deserved this. Denial. Humiliation. Censored porn. Majesty Natalie was making him see the truth of his so called manhood. She was teaching him about his own sexuality. She knew more about him than he knew about himself. He could see that she was, as always, right about everything.

He bought and loaded up the next Goonblocker clip…

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“Hello stupid goon,” Majesty Natalie said as the video finally loaded. Bruce had spent so much money on this one, as he had for all of her videos. She had recently increased the cost, but it didn’t stop him. He’d do anything for even a glimpse of his porn princess. As soon as he clicked play, a file started to download onto his device, and then another. It was always happening with Natalie’s videos, sometimes freezing his screen, sometimes bugging his computer down with so many viruses he’d have to buy a brand new one the next day.

In the new video, Natalie’s hair was down, cascading over her narrow shoulders. She was wearing a bikini that exposed most of her little body, her perfectly shaped belly, her tanned upper thighs. The rest legs were covered in thigh-high socks in a light pink that matched the striped bikini. When she leaned forward, Bruce could almost see her nipples from under the bikini. Almost, but not quite, like she didn’t think he deserved to see them, and she probably didn’t. Her clip featured a pink spiral, turning and twisting and making Bruce’s mind feel groggy.

He always felt transfixed watching Natalie’s videos, and the power of this one had his brain turning to mush. Even if he had tried to shut the video off, tried to get clean from his overwhelming porn addiction—his addiction to Natalie, in particular—the background pulled him in, kept him hooked. Natalie herself, too, had him feeling like a porn zombie, only able to focus on the way her—the way she moved, the sound of her voice—as she started to talk to him.

“How is my idiot cum slut today?” She asked. Bruce felt his stomach twist, thinking about just how literal that term had become for him. Ever since Natalie had made him eat his own cum, he hadn’t been able to get over the humiliation of it. But more than that, he couldn’t get over just how much it had turned him on. “Oh wait! I don’t care. You’re just a human wallet to me. I could care less about your well being. As long as you are able to give me money.”

Suddenly, the screen split and a second video loaded. The change caused a fresh wave of glitching on his computer, and for a moment, Bruce panicked. Not about the unequivocal damage that was being done to his computer, but over the possibility that he might lose sight of Natalie. Luckily, she stayed on one of the screens.

“Take your dick out, pathetic simp,” Majesty Natalie instructed, and Bruce complied quickly. The second screen had a white background, and right up close to the camera were Natalie’s small hands, gripping a large, realistic looking dildo. In the first screen, she leaned close to the camera, so her perfect face was in the shot. Her big brown eyes made her look innocent, even as her full lips smirked judgmentally, and she wrinkled her nose.

“Are you matching my pace, dummy?” She was slowly stroking the dildo. “I want you to go nice and slow, but that shouldn’t be hard for you, should it? Stupid gooner, I’m surprised you can manage anything other than jerking off with how rotted out your porn brain is. You only really think about me, don’t you?” Bruce nodded, feeling his shame bubbling inside him.

“You live to jerk off to me. I am your Goddess, and you worship everything about me. You’re pathetic, a loser, nothing without the direction I give you. Your own purpose is to be my simp, to kiss the ground I walk on, to give me all your money. Isn’t that right, loser?” Bruce nodded, feeling the pressure of tears behind his eyes. It was humiliating to know everything she said was true. His life was only worth what he could give to Natalie.

And Natalie was so sexy. In one frame, she was gently touching her body. She traced her hands over the parts of her Bruce ached to touch, but knew he didn’t deserve. She ran her hands through her hair, twirling a lock around her fingers. She touched her inner thigh, shivering just a little at her own touch, then dragged her fingers slowly across her stomach. Next, she took her small breasts in her hands, massaging them through the fabric of her bikini. Bruce could barely breathe watching her. All the while, she kept a painfully slow pace on the dildo in the other frame. Bruce felt his arousal rising, he needed to cum, and he needed to taste his salty, pitiful cum again. Just to hear her laugh.

“Don’t you even think about cumming until I’ve told you to,” Majesty Natalie scolded, her hand on the dildo stopping. “You’re my stupid little simp, and you’ll cum when I tell you to cum.” She started to move her hand again, and Bruce bucked, his body twitching with the need to cum. He couldn’t believe how tight of a leash Natalie had him on. He felt impossibly ashamed. He felt small, helpless, deplorable, totally and utterly controlled. And part of him liked it. Part of him grew more and more at ease the more he gave himself over to his porn Goddess.
“Okay,” Natalie said, the frame with her body showing her touching herself through her bikini bottoms, her finger drawing small circles. “Cum for me, stupid fucking idiot.”

Bruce didn’t need to be told twice, cumming into his palm with a grunt. Hesitantly, shamefully, he raised his palm to his lips, shuttering as he started to lap up his cum. He shivered, full of shame and regret as he tasted himself, knowing he was so far beyond help, so immersed in his princess’s world.
Just then, his phone rang. He was surprised to see that it was his ex wife. He steadied his breath and picked up. They exchanged pleasantries for a moment, Bruce feeling awful about the fact that his limp dick was still in his lap, and then she cleared her throat.

“I guess I’m calling because I miss you.” His ex wife said, and Bruce couldn’t believe his ears. “I’m offering you a second chance. I know you have a problem. But I want us to work.”
“I do too,” Bruce hurried to say. “I’ll do whatever I need to to make this work, I promise.” He meant it. He was going to quit Natalie, to overcome his porn addiction. He was tired of his femdom addiction. He wanted his wife back, wanted his life back. He unplugged his computer, carrying the entire thing to the trash. He scrolled to all of Natalie’s accounts on his phone, blocking one after another, deleting everything he’d downloaded. He felt good. He’d never been able to get this far with Natalie before, always becoming distracted by her cutesy smile and the temptation to allow her to tell him just how worthless he knew he was. But this time was different.

He was fairly sure he’d deleted it all, and he sat back, sighing. He was ashamed of his addiction, and had let it get too far. This was the fresh start he needed, for him and his wife.
His phone chimed. It was an email from Majesty Natalie’s mailing list.
New Video! Click here if you’re a submissive simp!
Bruce’s thumb hovered over the link…

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Bruce had just gotten off the phone with his ex-wife. He’d had to beg her for money, which he desperately needed to buy a used pair of Natalie’s socks. She promised they still smelt from when she had peeled them off her petite feet at the gym, and Bruce needed them. He knew, from months and months of watching her videos, that it was his purpose in life to spend money on Majesty Natalie. He existed to fund and, occasionally, amuse her. He knew she was better than him, that his life was worth a fraction of hers, that he was inadequate in all ways. To him she was literally a Goddess. He worshiped her entirely.

Owning a pair of her socks would have been like owning prayer beads, ones he could put his pathetic nose to and inhale the scent of her. Even the stink of her feet would have been too good for him, he knew. He’d drained his bank account, and his ex-wife was unwilling to give him money, no matter what excuse he could come up with for needing it. Instead, he pulled out another credit card that would soon be maxed out, purchasing the socks obediently. Natalie had wanted him to do it, so he’d done it. She’d taught him that he was good for nothing, just a stupid goon slut that meant nothing to her.

Just as he was about to put the purchase through, he got a message from Natalie. Her phone lines were on! He’d been working up the courage to call her since he’d stumbled on her videos, but he knew he wasn’t good enough to have her sweet voice talking directly to him. He knew he’d make a fool of himself. Plus, it was expensive, nearly ten dollars per minute. But the card he was using was already going to be shut down by the end of the week, and Natalie already thought he was pathetic and a loser. He bought her used socks, and still half hard from the thrill of the purchase, he decided to call her. Hands shaking, he dialed her femdom phone line.

“Hello little simp,” Natalie’s voice was cruel and high, her inflection bratty and indifferent. Desire coursed through Bruce. Hearing her speak to him was almost enough to make him lightheaded, in part from all the blood that rushed to his cock in an instant.

“Natalie,” he breathed, unable to think of anything else to say.

“Goddess Natalie to you,” she said, already sounding bored of the conversation.

“I just bought your socks,” Bruce said. “I can’t wait for them to arrive, Goddess Natalie.”

“I’ll be you can’t, bitch. I bet it’s the best thing to happen in your sad life in a while, am I right?”

“Yes, Natalie, you’re right,” Bruce hurried to say. “I hope they still smell like you.”

Natalie made a non-committal noise of agreement, barely listening to Bruce. He could hear her TV, loud in the background. It was clear paying attention to Bruce was the last of the things Natalie planned to do. The disregard stung, and made Bruce’s cock ache.

“I bought your panties awhile back and—”

“Are you touching yourself right now, loser?” Natalie cut in, clearly not having been listening to him at all. “Sorry,” she added, not sounding sorry in the slightest. “I’m shopping for new shoes right now. Should I get the white ones with the pink accents or red ones? Which one are you buying for me, you loser wallet?”

“Whichever one you want, Goddess. And yes, I’m touching myself. I can’t help but stroke my cock when I think of you.”

Natalie giggled. “Yeah, I bet you can’t. I’ll send you a link to the sneakers, you can buy me both. I’m size five.” Bruce groaned, thinking about her tiny feet in shoes that he himself had bought. “Slow down the movements of your hands. You should have waited for me to tell you you could jerk off. You’re so disgusting and pathetic. No wonder you’re such a loser loner. Get on your knees. I want them bruised for me.”

Bruce lowered himself to the ground and stroked himself slower. “Yes, Goddess, you’re right. I’m sorry Natalie.”

“If you were here I’d make you kiss my toes. But thank god you’re not, you’d make my room smell like desperation. You literally probably stink, all alone in your sweaty nasty goon cave.” There was a long pause where Natalie scrolled, shopping for something else, barely hearing Bruce’s heavy breathing on the other end of the phone. He kept stroking himself slowly. “Oh, are you still here?” She asked, sounding annoyed. “You really are a miserable gooner, aren’t you? I want you to squeeze the base of your tiny cock—is your cock tiny? Just kidding, don’t tell me, I’m sure it is—and watch your pre-cum drip out of your cock for me. Now taste it.” There was a moment’s hesitation before Bruce dipped his fingers in the off-white liquid, and then he brought it to his lips. “I didn’t hear a ‘yes, Goddess,” Majesty Natalie said. “God, you can’t even be a simp correctly. You’re the most hopeless loser I’ve ever had talked to. I don’t even care if you die. Only if you’re leaving your money to me.”

His cock twitched and he let out a groan. He tasted his own cum in his mouth while he listened to her humiliate him. She was so cruel. His knees hurt. He’d never felt so pathetic, or so turned on. The meaner she got to him the more his cock ache and wanted more.

“Have you started to stroke yourself again? You better not have,” she said, sounding more distracted than annoyed. He wasn’t worth even half her attention, and she wasn’t scared to show him that. “I guess you can just run one finger up and down the length of your gross goon stick. Slowly.”

“Yes, Majesty Natalie.” Even that sensation drove Bruce mad, he ran his finger up and down his cock, listening to the silence of her ignoring him, wasting his money and his time like he was no more than a piece of trash.

“Okay,” Natalie said, finally. “Spit on your hand and stroke yourself fast, as fast as your slow brain can manage. I’m gonna give you a cum countdown.”

Bruce whimpered. This was too much to handle. His cock was leaking for her.

“10…9…8…7…6…5…”

Bruce groaned. His ex-wife could never make him feel this.

“…4…3…2…1…Cum for me loser, okay?” Natalie said, distracted by her online shopping.

Instantly Bruce spit on his hand, jacking off as fast as he could, fast enough that it made him breathless. “Majesty Natalie, could you—” he was about to ask her to say his name, or even just make a noise, anything for him to get off to, but instead she hung up, and he came to the click of the phone and the knowledge that he was so insignificant to her that she didn’t care if he came or didn’t. As long as she’d gotten his money, as long as he knew he was hers. He came hard, a sob wrecking his body. Pleasure so great it was overwhelming flooded through him as he came, on his knees, with a dead phone line against his ear.

He had no regrets.

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Bruce had been watching Natalie’s videos for months. He’d seen them all. He’d paid extra to see them earlier than her other followers. He knew it was a problem, but he couldn’t stop. Anytime he’d so much as think of the little Latina his cock would stiffen. Her sexy, condescending cruel voice constantly whispered to him, convincing him to forget whatever plan he’d made and instead take his cock in his hand and jack off to her. He had spent all of his money and started to dip into the joint account with his wife. She’d begun taking notice, questioning him. He knew if he didn’t get his addiction under control he’d lose her, he was surprised he hadn’t already.

In a last ditch effort to break himself from the spell Majesty Natalie had him under, he unfollowed her on social media. Next, he tried to block her fansite, but found himself drawn in, his hand already stroking his cock as she spoke to him through the screen, telling him he couldn’t quit her.

“You can leave,” she said, “but you’ll be back. You’re such a pathetic goontard for me, you can’t live without me.” She was doing stretches, her toned, muscular body in tight athletic wear that showed off her sexy, petite form. She smiled sweetly at the camera. “The more money you give me, the longer I hold this stretch.” With that, she bent over, her tight little ass in the air, the outline of her pussy visible through the stretchy fabric of her yoga pants. 

Bruce somehow managed to log out of the page, and he swiftly blocked it before she could pull her back in with her greedy smile. His addiction to Majesty Natalie clips was so bad, he missed when he’d just been a regular porn addict. He wiped his computer clean, clearing her videos from his device, throwing away a harddrive full of them.

He went through the rest of the day feeling like a zombie. He found himself back at his computer more than once, his body going through the motions of opening Natalie’s videos before he remembered that he’d deleted them all. His thoughts kept going back to her. He didn’t know what he was if he wasn’t her…what did she call him? A Gooner. He didn’t know what to do if it wasn’t to watch her, spend money on her, think about her, jack off to her. He needed to clear his head, distract himself. He knew that he was a porn addict, but surely porn would be better than Natalie, and it would help fill the hole in them that missing her had left.

He searched for the most vanilla content he could find, trying to recapture how he used to feel watching the videos of his favorite porn stars. He watched couples fucking, big tits bouncing, models moaning sexily. It hardly had any effect on him at all. He scrolled through endless videos, and the only ones that gave him a fraction of satisfaction were ones that reminded him of Natalie, girls with small breasts and toned stomachs, porn princesses with pigtails and tan skin. But even they couldn’t get his cock hard.

After hours of searching, Bruce began to feel helpless. He realized he was Natalie’s completely. She had broken him, or maybe he had already been broken, and she had only broken him further. He couldn’t get off to anything normal. He wasn’t normal. He couldn’t have sex with his wife. He couldn’t jack off to nudity. It was only Natalie for him, forever. His shame swelled inside him and finally, his cock started to stiffen. Tears collected in his eyes as he realized he was growing hard from his own shame, since it reminded him of Majesty Natalie and the way she made him feel.

As the realization hit him, his tears fell, dripping onto his cock. He was completely reliant on Natalie to cum, to get hard, even to feel arousal. His whole world was her, and he was helpless to stop it. He found himself unblocking her, even as his tears streaked down his cheeks. He’d have to resubscribe, he realized. He’d have to download all the videos he’d taken months to find and purchase. It was going to cost all of his money, and his wife’s money, too. She was going to divorce him, she’d have no choice.

He found some of his favorite videos first, and downloaded them all. He opened the first one that loaded, a short clip of Natalie showing off her outfit while she sat on her bed. She shot the video on her phone, holding it above her head as she smiled into the camera. He started to jack off before the video even loaded, his body tense and ready, his mind finally relaxing into its familiar pattern. He felt like a drug addict who’d just been given a pill, the effects of it impacting him even before he’d swallowed it.

“Hi loser!” she said. “Look at my outfit today.” She moved the camera down to show off her crop top, a sheer white shirt with pink sleeves, her cute belly exposed below the shirt. Her nipples were visible through the fabric, and she rubbed her tits as she gave a little fake moan, making fun of him while she did it. He gripped his cock harder, stroking himself relentlessly. His orgasm was building stronger and faster than he was used to. She switched the view of the camera so the only thing he could see were her legs. She moved her thighs together, soft skin rubbing against soft skin, then angled the camera to show only her lower legs.

He would have emptied his bank account just to be able to lick the sole of her shoe, and she knew it. She wore bright white socks that contrasted beautifully with her tanned skin. Her sneakers were also white, and she wiggled her feet, turning her feet inward so her toes touched.

Bruce gave a mighty groan, knowing that this was all she had to do to control him completely, to make him cum, to make himself give up his life in the pursuit of one more orgasm watching her. He was obsessed with every part of her, every hair on her head to the bottom of her feet. He came, harder than he ever had before, his shame and pleasure building and exploding in unison. He was Majesty Natalie’s.

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Bruce shrugged off his jacket, stretching to crack his back as he made his way to his computer. He kicked off his pants, his underwear, and threw himself down onto his well-worn seat. He was practically shaking from his need to log onto his favorite porn sites, his cock already throbbing. This was his daily routine, and his body was primed for the masturbation session he was about to indulge in. The next few hours of his life would be consumed by the pretty girls on his screen. He’d eat whatever he could that involved the least amount of time away from his computer, get just enough sleep to be able to work tomorrow, and start the cycle over again the next day.

He stroked himself as he watched his videos, mostly vanilla porn with the same actresses he’d been watching for years. On that particular day, he couldn’t seem to find the right video, couldn’t seem to get into it. But he couldn’t pull himself away from the screen, either. Just stop watching, he told himself, even as he clicked on another video. Just shut it off. He doesn’t and two hours of his life slipped away. He realized, as he finally got close to cumming, that he didn’t even want to jack off. It had just become a habit. He frowned at the girl on his screen. She was pressing her naked tits together, making her nude, soft flesh spill out of the top of her shirt. She gave the camera a sexy smile, making a face. He came, but his heart wasn’t in it. As he wiped the remainder of his cum off his cock and threw away the tissue, he felt the shame setting in.

Bruce was wasting his life on porn. He was obsessed with it, knew intimate details about his favorite actresses’ online drama, followed them on X, subscribed to so many Loyalfans accounts he could never keep up with them all. It had started to make him feel numb. He felt disgusting and out of control. His life was porn, and he was spiraling.

I’m a porn addict, he thought. I have a problem. He opened a new tab, grimacing at all his recent searches, at every suggestion. It was all porn. He cleared his browser history, reset his cookies, and deleted all his bookmarks. He was serious about the change this time, he told himself. He googled “porn addiction help” and clicked on the first article, “10 Telltale Signs of Porn Addiction: How Majesty Natalie’s Resources Can Help!” He exhaled deeply, proud of himself for starting down this road of recovery. He felt better already. He was going to beat this. He was going to get better.

As he’s reading the first lines of the article his screen flashed. He barely noticed, even as it began to fully glitch, the article flashing in and out of view, replaced by a series of photos of a young woman. Bruce’s mind was encaptured, his attention drawn to his screen. He couldn’t look away. He didn’t want to look away. Everything outside of his computer screen was hazy and out of focus. On the screen, the woman smiled at him. She was cute, with a natural makeup look, full lips that smiled sweetly, even as her eyes were dark with something dubious. She had long black hair and was petite, with a tight, juicy ass and small tits. She wore tight, athletic-like clothing that Bruce almost felt he could touch, if he could just reach out and stroke the screen.

He couldn’t, though, because he found his hand drawn to his cock. He had started to stroke himself, even without realizing it. He tried to stop, but he couldn’t focus on controlling his hand. All he could do was watch the girl on his screen, Natalie, her body, her face. She’s so sexy, Bruce couldn’t look away. He was enchanted by her, compelled by each little movement she made. She’d wiggle her hips and he’d feel a rush, a real head rush. She’d toss her hair over her shoulder, adjusting her position on her seat, and he’d feel light-headed. She was magnificently gorgeous.

In all of the pictures and videos that flooded and overwhelmed his screen, he never saw her naked. In a way, it made each flash of flesh—her stomach when she wore a sports bra, her legs when she wore shorts, her collarbones peeking out from a loose collar, her thin arms—feel significant. She had a perfect belly, toned and tanned. When she traced her fingers over her skin, Bruce literally shivered.

The virus spread, the computer completely glitching out, but Bruce couldn’t stop watching the screen for each and every view of Natalie. Somewhere, deep in the recesses of his mind, he knew his computer had been compromised. But he couldn’t make himself care or react. Of all the girls he’s ever jacked off to, she was the best. There was just something about her that made all the blood rush to his cock, and he couldn’t help but stroke himself aggressively, even as his computer froze and flashed.

“My little click slut,” an innocent voice from the speakers said, Natalie’s voice. “Loser! Loser! Double loser!” She laughed. Bruce let out a hopeless groan, his mind blank except for her voice and thoughts of her tight little body. An image of her, back to, flashed on the screen. She squeezed her asscheeks together, tensing the muscles there, and all Bruce wanted in the world was to squeeze her body, to touch her himself. He wanted it so badly he couldn’t even articulate it in his own head. His mind was a hazy, thick blur of need for Majesty Natalie. He wasn’t sure where he was anymore, or even who he was. He was Natalie’s click slut, he supposed.

She flashed a bratty grin. She was adorable. “My click slut. Buy my clips more than once. Buy my clip 100 times! Do it now, click slut. I know your mind is gone, but I need you to focus enough to do this for me…”

He felt himself nodding, and, with his free hand, he purchased every clip in her store, 100 times, downloading file after file of his new porn Princess. He opened them, one after another, his hand relentless on his cock, nearly chafing the skin. There was Natalie, showing off her new costumes. Natalie, tiny feet near the screen, wiggling her toes as she talked about her shopping, Natalie, ignoring him, Natalie, touching herself through her clothes, teasing him with her covered pussy, squeezing her small breasts. It was all too much for Bruce. He couldn’t focus on anything but the overwhelming attraction he felt for her, the pleasure that coursed through his body as he looked at her tight tan body. Soon, he felt himself tensing, and then he exploded, cumming harder than he had in years, groaning out Natalie’s name.

Slowly, he regains enough of his mind to hear Majesty Natalie’s words on the video he’d been watching. “You’re going to come back to this video over and over.” She giggled. “Spend. Send. Do it again.” she taunted. “You’re going to have to get off to me every hour of every day. You need this.” She touched her body, and Bruce nodded at the screen, knowing she was right.

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