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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.

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The Femdom Goddess and Her Mindless Goons

Posted on by Majesty Natalie

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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The Addiction: A Sequel to the Natalie Doll Obsession

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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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Fishnet Fetish and a CEI Surprise

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Majesty Natalie, a petite internet domme, confidently walked into the room. She was wearing a shiny pink satin bikini that accentuated her body and a pair of fishnet stockings that showcased her toned, tan legs. Her hair was down, giving her a a sweet appearance.

“Hey, loser,” she teased, addressing her submissive slave. “I see you’re already naked and on your knees for me. How pathetic. I don’t even care what your name is. I’m going to call you Gooner.”

Gooner, a muscular man with a submissive streak, looked up at Natalie with adoration. He loved serving his Goddess and would do anything to please her.

“Yes, Goddess,” he replied, his voice trembling with excitement. “I live to serve you.”

Natalie giggled and walked closer to Gooner, her hips moving seductively. She placed a bare fishnet clad foot on his thigh, giving him a tantalizing view of her leg.

“Do you like what you see, slave?” she asked, tracing a finger along her calf.

“Yes, Goddess,” Gooner replied, his eyes fixated on Majesty Natalie’s leg.

“Good,” She said, removing her foot from Gooner’s thigh and turning around. She bent over, giving Gooner a perfect view of her round ass, encased in fishnet. “Worship my ass, slave.”

Gooner eagerly complied, pressing his face against Natalie’s ass and inhaling her scent. He could feel her heat through the fishnet and it drove him wild.

“That’s it, slave,” Natalie said, reaching behind her to grab Gooner’s head. “Worship my ass like the good little slave you are.”

As Gooner continued to worship Natalie’s ass, she began to tease him with her feet. She wiggled her toes and ran her soles along his chest, making Gooner moan with pleasure.

“You like that, don’t you, slave?” Natalie asked, a cute smile on her face. “You love worshipping my feet and ass.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Gooner replied, his voice muffled by Natalie’s ass.

Natalie chuckled and stood up, turning around to face Gooner. She reached down and grabbed his cock, giving it a firm squeeze.

“You’re hard for me, slave,” she said, a note of satisfaction in her voice. “Such a good little slave, getting hard for his mistress.”

Natalie began to squeeze Gooner’s cock, her grip firm and painful. Gooner moaned and closed his eyes, losing himself in the sensation.

“Open your eyes, slave,” Natalie commanded, letting go of his cock. “I want to see you cum for me.”

Gooner obeyed, his eyes meeting Natalie’s as he grabbed his leaking cock and continued to stroke for her. He could feel the pressure building inside him and he knew he was close.

“10…9…8…7….6….5….4….3…2…1….Cum for me, slave,” Natalie demanded.

With a final thrust, Gooner came, his cum spurting out and landing on Natalie’s fishnet-clad feet.

“EW!” Natalie screamed. She slapped him across the face hard.

“Pay me an extra $10,000 now. Your disgusting gooner cum should never touch me. Lick it up and clean your mess!” she demanded, shoving her feet in Gooner’s face. “Clean me up and get out of here.”

Gooner eagerly obeyed, cleaning her up, licking her soles and toes. He sucked and gagged on her feet before getting dressed and leaving the room. He knew he would do anything for his mistress, even if it meant jerking off for her and worshipping her feet and ass. Even if it meant eating his own cum off her feet.

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Bratty Natalie’s JOI Fantasy

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Majesty Natalie struts into the room, her messy bun swaying with each step. She’s wearing a sparkly choker necklace that catches the light and makes her look even more untouchable than usual. Her pink yoga pants are tight, showcasing her slim figure, and her little pink top barely shows off her perky nipples.

“Well, well, well,” she says, smirking at me. “You’re finally here.”

I nod, feeling nervous. I’ve been anticipating this meeting all week, ever since she told me what she had in mind.

“I hope you’re ready to follow instructions,” she continues, her voice dripping with attitude. “I’m going to make you jerk off, and you’re going to do exactly what I say.”

I swallow hard, but I can’t help but feel a thrill run through me. Natalie is notorious for her bratty behavior, and there’s no denying that she’s incredibly hot.

“Now, take out your cock,” she commands.

I do as she says, feeling self-conscious as I watch her watch me. She’s lounging on the couch, her legs crossed, her expression one of pure amusement.

“That’s it,” she says. “Now, I want you to stroke your cock, I want you to stroke it so hard. Can you do that for me?”

I nod, and start stroking. She’s so hot. My hand starts moving faster.

“Good,” she continues. “Now, I want you to stop.”

I nod again, my breath coming in short gasps. I stop stroking.

“Good boy,” she says. “Now, I want you to cum, and I want you to cum hard. Can you do that for me, gooner?”

I nod once more, my hand grabbing my cock and moving faster and faster as I feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge.

“Good bitch,” she says, her voice softer now. “I want you to cum for me, now. Cum hard, and remember it’s all for me.”

I do as she says, my body shaking as I release weeks’ worth of pent-up frustration. Natalie watches me, smiling.

“That’s it,” she says. “Now, clean yourself up and get out of here. I have better things to do than watch you jerk off.”

I do as she says, feeling both satisfied and embarrassed. Natalie has a way of making me feel both turned on and humiliated, and I can’t get enough of it.

As I leave the room, I can’t help but think about our next encounter. I know it won’t be long before she calls me back, and I’ll be more than ready to follow her instructions once again, no matter how expensive the encounter.

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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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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bruce didn’t need to be told twice, cumming into his palm with a grunt. Hesitantly, shamefully, he raised his palm to his lips, shuttering as he started to lap up his cum. He shivered, full of shame and regret as he tasted himself, knowing he was so far beyond help, so immersed in his princess’s world.
Just then, his phone rang. He was surprised to see that it was his ex wife. He steadied his breath and picked up. They exchanged pleasantries for a moment, Bruce feeling awful about the fact that his limp dick was still in his lap, and then she cleared her throat.

“I guess I’m calling because I miss you.” His ex wife said, and Bruce couldn’t believe his ears. “I’m offering you a second chance. I know you have a problem. But I want us to work.”
“I do too,” Bruce hurried to say. “I’ll do whatever I need to to make this work, I promise.” He meant it. He was going to quit Natalie, to overcome his porn addiction. He was tired of his femdom addiction. He wanted his wife back, wanted his life back. He unplugged his computer, carrying the entire thing to the trash. He scrolled to all of Natalie’s accounts on his phone, blocking one after another, deleting everything he’d downloaded. He felt good. He’d never been able to get this far with Natalie before, always becoming distracted by her cutesy smile and the temptation to allow her to tell him just how worthless he knew he was. But this time was different.

He was fairly sure he’d deleted it all, and he sat back, sighing. He was ashamed of his addiction, and had let it get too far. This was the fresh start he needed, for him and his wife.
His phone chimed. It was an email from Majesty Natalie’s mailing list.
New Video! Click here if you’re a submissive simp!
Bruce’s thumb hovered over the link…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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