It's locktober bitch boys, lock that pathetic little limp shrimp of yours, hand the key over like the good boy you are, and let a real Queen fuck the attitude and the last scrap of control out of you.
I'm lady libertine, here to strip away the cheap chains of borrowed morality, the timid rules that keep bodies starved and minds small.
Feed your hungry flesh, denial is the only true sin!!
If youโre some curious little bitch just dipping a toe into pegging, or you want a soft Domme, you're in the wrong DM...
I donโt give a shit if youโre bleeding, crying, or barely conscious ,I won't stop digging your buttpussy till I can gaze into that narrow dark nothingness...
My filthy little eater knows exactly what it means when I snap "chop chop" he would sniff my thighs till I open up, just to bury his face between my thighs as if his life depends on itโฆ because it does.
Pathetic sniffer..
Yes You!!!
This sofa is doing a better job than you ever could but it doesn't suffer like you would when I grind hard on it, I want your face replacing it!
Youโve spent years denying it, but your little shrimp is pulsing at the thought of being my seat!
D/s is fascinating but it's not a refuge for lost causes.
Worthless parasites with no purpose, no job, and nothing going on for them except the fantasy of total devotion to a Mistress.
Do not approach till you have your shit together.
Until then, stay out of my sight