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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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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…

Chapter 1

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