She started giving orders. Not to cum. Not to think. Just to edge. Always edging.“Goon for me, idiot.““Edge on my thighs.”“Loop this reel 50 times. Don’t blink.” He obeyed.He loved obeying.The moment she sent a selfie with “#drainedpig” across her…
The ballroom was alive with money, wine, and lust. At the center of it all stood Jack—tall, broad, effortlessly magnetic in a rolled-up black button-down and dark jeans that hugged his thick thighs. The annual Hearts & Hands Charity Auctionhad turned…
Dear Future Slave, You were wise to approach me on your knees—where you belong. And you were even wiser to come under the direction of Goddess Ebony Rivers. Her power is absolute, her standards are high. If she believes you’re…
💰 Deviant Roxy’s Wallet Drain Confession 💰 Roxy was no stranger to financial domination, having stumbled into the twisted world a few years prior. She never particularly craved the power trip—content with her own means, she found it all rather…
He didn’t mean to follow her. The first time was innocent enough—an explore page stumble, a late-night thirst trap: her in sheer red mesh, back arched, phone angled low to catch the swell of her hips and the smirk that…
She started giving orders. Not to cum. Not to think. Just to edge. Always edging.“Goon for me, idiot.““Edge on my thighs.”“Loop this reel 50 times. Don’t blink.” He obeyed.He loved obeying.The moment she sent a selfie with “#drainedpig” across her…
The ballroom was alive with money, wine, and lust. At the center of it all stood Jack—tall, broad, effortlessly magnetic in a rolled-up black button-down and dark jeans that hugged his thick thighs. The annual Hearts & Hands Charity Auctionhad turned…
Dear Future Slave, You were wise to approach me on your knees—where you belong. And you were even wiser to come under the direction of Goddess Ebony Rivers. Her power is absolute, her standards are high. If she believes you’re…
💰 Deviant Roxy’s Wallet Drain Confession 💰 Roxy was no stranger to financial domination, having stumbled into the twisted world a few years prior. She never particularly craved the power trip—content with her own means, she found it all rather…
He didn’t mean to follow her. The first time was innocent enough—an explore page stumble, a late-night thirst trap: her in sheer red mesh, back arched, phone angled low to catch the swell of her hips and the smirk that…