One of you pathetic little things is getting locked today. Maybe I’ll unlock you tomorrow. Maybe I’ll forget you even exist for a month. That’s the thrill, isn’t it? You don’t choose. I do. My Chaster slots are open—apply, beg, and pray I feel merciful. 😈
Good morning, my little playthings. Did you wake up hard and useless again, thinking of me? Good. Stay like that.
I own your mornings, your thoughts, your cock… and you’re lucky I even acknowledge your existence today. Now be a good boy: edge once for Mistress, don’t you dare cum. I didn’t say you could. 🤭
Which version of Mommy are you surrendering to? Mommy's got toys, tasks, and a tight grip on your week.
Will you be my good little caged pet? My pegged plaything? My panty-sniffing doll? Or are you begging for everything I have to give? So, tell me... what’s it gonna be, bitch?
It’s Sunday night and I’m in that kind of mood… The kind where you should be kneeling. The kind where I decide if you get teased, denied… or ruined. Who’s desperate enough to entertain me?
Happy Mommy’s Day 😈 Today’s about the kind of woman who doesn’t just raise boys—she ruins them. If you ever needed a reason to worship, submit, and surrender... this is it. Call it a celebration. I call it a reminder: you belong under my heel.
Good Morning! Last night stream was awesome, thank you for being there ❤️ And big thanks to my sissy slut joline for gifting me the outfit for the event 🫶🏼
Stop scrolling. Your cock isn’t going to ruin itself. I’m wet, bored, and mean tonight. I want to edge you until your brain’s mush and your balls ache like regret. If your little clit can handle it, write me. But don’t waste my time—this mouth only moans for obedient toys.
I like my men obsessed. I like them simping, needy, and desperate... but with the confidence to admit it. Own your place under me. If you're gonna fall, fall hard. 😈
Your existence proves that evolution doesn’t always move forward. That soft little stub isn’t a cock—it’s proof that nature sometimes hits undo by mistake. 😂
Good morning, my filthy little disasters. I overslept today—but not because I’m lazy. I was training. Late-night obedience drills, punishment reviews, edging marathons... the usual.
But one session kept me up the longest.
Sexting with a slave so pathetically desperate he begged to come with clothespins biting into his tiny dick.
I let him. I came too—knowing, half a world away, that my orgasm controlled his. Controlled the pain. Controlled the timing. Controlled everything.
Sweet dreams, my pets? Mine involved moans, pins, and power. Yours now involves me.
I’m horny, mean, and absolutely in the mood to laugh at your dick. SPH and sexting sessions are open tonight. Think you can survive my attention? Or just shrivel at the first message? 🥵
Good morning, my filthy little pets. I hope your brains are still scrambled from last night’s CEI instructions—I had way too much fun breaking what’s left of your will 😈 Custom requests are open, and yes, I’m still accepting new subs into my Chaster lock. But only if you’re ready to be owned properly.
HERE'S YOUR NEW PHONE WALLPAPER! This is a gift from ME and also from my obedient sub doing his calendar and following his instructions: MichealBoo So use it and thank us both.
You fantasize about it. Over and over. Swallowing. Kneeling. Covered. Owned. But every time you cum, you wipe the filth away... like a coward.
Mommy’s created a 3-level challenge to retrain your mind, your mouth, and that dripping little clit between your legs.
No toys. No loopholes. Just your fingers, your face, and my rules. 💦 3 Levels of escalating degradation 💦 15 tasks that edge you into addiction 💦 Hesitation earns extra humiliation 💦Edge training, precum tasting, self-facials, and full CEI discipline.
Every task is designed to push past that post-nut panic and make you own your filth instead of fleeing from it. Hesitation earns punishment. Completion earns nothing but clarity—and your place beneath your own mess.
You’re not here to cum. You’re here to learn what to do with it after.