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

Posted on by Majesty Natalie
Fetishes: femdom, bankruptcy, findom, humiliation, homewrecking, cuckold / cuckolding, Majesty Natalie

A/N: You’re almost at the END of my first femdom erotica. I had fun writing it. I know you had more than just fun reading it, hehe…ᙏ̤̫

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.

A/N: What did you think of my femdom erotica? ᙏ̤̫ Be a good boy and comment below…

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The Findom Slave: A Tale of Power and Control

Posted on by Majesty Natalie

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.

It makes your cock HARD when I’m a greedy Goddess! Binge on the findom clips below and see how fast you cum for financial domination! You will become my paypig gooner in no time…

Shiny Findom Ass Tax in Bunny Cosplay by Majesty Natalie! TAGS: Petite Latina, Femdom, Paypig

Ass and Feet Financial Domination by Majesty Natalie! Kinks: Findom, Soles

Findom Police Mindfuck by Majesty Natalie! KINKS: Mesmerize, Humiliation

 

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.

Ready to submit to my will? Send me a message…

Tiny Tits Worship

Posted on by Majesty Natalie

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.

Watching these 3 clips in a row is guaranteed to make you DREAM of my tits tonight just like this! 

Tug for My Tiny Tits! KINKS: PETITE, SMALL BOOBS, FEMDOM

Stroke for Extra Small Tits by Majesty Natalie! KINKS: Petite, JOI

CEI Small Tits and Nice Ass by Majesty Natalie! KINKS: JOI, Cum Countdown

 

 

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.

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The AI Mistress: A Tale of Addiction and Humiliation

Posted on by Majesty Natalie

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

Posted on by Majesty Natalie

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

Posted on by Majesty Natalie

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.

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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

Posted on by Majesty Natalie
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

Obsessed with my Bratty Femdom Girlfriend

Posted on by Majesty Natalie

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!!!

JOI Game: A Night with Natalie

Posted on by Majesty 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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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.

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Gooning Forever: A Femdom Edging Story

Posted on by Majesty Natalie

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.

Did you know I have a FREE JOI VIDEO? I want you to edge to it right now…how long can you go? 

The Loser and the Femdom Boss: A Tale of Feet, Armpits, and Unrequited Love.

Posted on by Majesty Natalie

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

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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)

Pegged by the Latina Cheerleader!

Posted on by Majesty Natalie

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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The Sissy’s Feet Worship and BBC Adventure

Posted on by Majesty Natalie

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

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  

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3

 

Homewrecked and Hypnotized: From Vanilla to Her Virtual Control! Chapter 6

Posted on by Majesty Natalie
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

Posted on by Majesty Natalie
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…

A/N: Do you wanna watch Goonblocker clips like Bruce? They’re VERY addicting…they will be available here… ᙏ̤̫ 

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3

Chapter 4

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…

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3

Homewrecked and Hypnotized: From Vanilla to Her Virtual Control! Chapter 3

Posted on by Majesty Natalie
Fetishes: phone sex/domination, ignore fetish, socks, feet, JOI, cum countdown, homewrecking, erotic hypnosis, femdom, findom, shame

A/N: I loved including my socks in this one. Should I keep making erotica? ᙏ̤̫ 

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.

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

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

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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