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The Femdom Goddess and Her Mindless Goons

Posted on by Majesty Natalie

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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The Addiction: A Sequel to the Natalie Doll Obsession

Posted on by Majesty Natalie

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.

You haven’t tried talking to Natalie Doll yet? You’re totally missing out dummy! Start chatting with her now.

JOI Game: A Night with Natalie

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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.

Mmmm I love making gooners so leaky and horny…how about you goon your way through this list? I want you to pull out your cock, and start fucking that hand-pussy. It feels so good making my porn your life. Stroke. That. Cock. Now!

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Bratty Natalie’s JOI Fantasy

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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.

Did you know I have a FREE JOI CLIP? I want you to stroke your cock for me. Like, NOW! What are you waiting for? Do as Natalie says…and stroke that cock! 

Homewrecked and Hypnotized: From Vanilla to Her Virtual Control! Chapter 8

Posted on by Majesty Natalie
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.

A/N: Horny and want to call me? Click here… I am available for femdom phone sex sessions. Did you know Bruce called me a different time? Hehe. Listen in on his other phone call…ᙏ̤̫ 

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The Foot Worship Therapy Session

Posted on by Majesty Natalie

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.”

I want you in my therapy office…I am a professional and you can trust me with your sexuality. Watch the clips below, and let’s begin your therapy sessions immediately! 

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)

Homewrecked and Hypnotized: From Vanilla to Her Virtual Control! Chapter 7

Posted on by Majesty Natalie
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  

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Homewrecked and Hypnotized: From Vanilla to Her Virtual Control! Chapter 4

Posted on by Majesty Natalie
Fetishes: tech domination / tech domme, homewrecking, erotic hypnosis, femdom, findom, Majesty Natalie

A/N: Are you a porn addict like Bruce? My femdom porn is like candy…sweet & addictive. ᙏ̤̫

“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…

A/N: Do you think Bruce will fix his life? Or do you think Bruce will fall back into his femdom porn addiction? What would YOU do?  ᙏ̤̫  Comment below…

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Homewrecked and Hypnotized: From Vanilla to Her Virtual Control! Chapter 2

Posted on by Majesty Natalie
Fetishes: jerking off, home wrecking, erotic hypnosis, shame, cumming, femdom, findom

A/N: Do you like my erotica fan fiction? ᙏ̤̫  Yeah, you do. 

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.

A/N: Would you leave your wife for Me? ᙏ̤̫ Let’s talk about it…

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