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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 Goon’s Addiction: My Life for Her Majesty Natalie

Posted on by Majesty Natalie

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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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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