I know how much you love ASMR and also that you have an obsession with my boots. So today I'm going to combine the two. You see I have a special microphone hooked up and I brought out one of my favorite pairs of hot red thigh high boots. The type of boot that makes all kinds of sounds as I put them on and wear them around. Listen to every single click of the zipper and crinkle of the material as I slip them on my Goddess feet. Don't you just love how they sound? How they shine? Get up nice and close to them. The bottoms are looking a little scuffed, maybe I'll allow you to clean them off for me. Just focus on all the sounds of the material as I run my hands down them. Take in the lovely sticky sounds of them rubbing together. I can see you obsessing over every movement of my boots, every curve of their perfection, all the way down to the tip of the heel. Maybe if you're lucky I'll shove my heel down your mouth while you worship the sound of my boots.

Another installment of my Loyalty Series! Where you become immersed in my world as I deliver multiple personal messages directly to your phone. Make sure you watch this on your tablet or mobile device! Part 1: I'm going to give you instructions on how I want you to jerk without cumming. This is where your edging session begins Part 2: More instructions to jerk without cumming to test your resolve. I didn't say this was going to be easy Part 3: I check up on your progress to make sure you've been loyal and obedient. If you did well, I may just give you a cum countdown. Don't forget, my pet - I own those orgasms.

Another installment of my Loyalty Series! Where you become immersed in my world as I deliver multiple personal messages directly to your phone. Make sure you watch this on your tablet or mobile device! Part 1: Your new Assignment. The rules of this assignment are you have to beg me for each and every new piece. Start stroking. Part 2: Keep Stroking. As you’re stroking, I want you to squeeze the inside of your tight. Really pinch it. Increase the intensity of your stroke as you squeeze Part 3: Keep stroking. Now I want you to pinch your nipples as you stroke. I want you to associate pain with the pleasure I bring you. Part 4: Keep stroking. Keep going and going and going and… stop. You’ve got one more round of begging to do before I let you cum. Part 5: Now stop. Sit on your hands. You’re going to send me $20 before I let you cum. If you hesitated at all to send me the $20, you owe me $40. Then beg me for the last video. Part 6: Very good. Now you have two options. You can either cum on your face and send a picture to me, or you can slap yourself in the face 20 times until you lose the orgasm completely! I know you'll do exactly as I tell you.

You filled out my submissive training form, didn't you? Checked the box that said you wanted to be dominated, and then gave me nothing else to work with. No details, no direction, just an empty little wish and the assumption I'd fill in every blank for you. That's the mistake you made. You handed me an empty canvas and expected mercy. I don't do mercy for a submissive who can't be bothered to communicate. I do training. And since you gave me nothing constructive to work with, I get to decide exactly what my whipping bitch has earned. So first, that collar goes on — fastened right where it belongs. Then the gag, stretched wide until you're already drooling around it, hands locked behind your back where they'll stay for the rest of this session. You don't get to touch. You don't get to choose. You only get to kneel there while I decide what happens next. I trail hot wax down the inside of your thighs, watching it light up your skin inch by inch, then flick your balls again and again just to hear those muffled little whimpers — the only language you're allowed now that your mouth is full. You wanted to be dominated? Fine. You're being dominated, on my terms, for as long as I feel like drawing it out. Try to talk your way out of it and you'll hand over that credit card so I can go shopping with your money instead — that's how I prefer to control a submissive who can't follow simple instructions. Keep testing me and I'll keep that cock aching and denied for weeks, hard and desperate and completely mine to withhold. You don't get to choose how I train you — you only get to obey.

Look at you. Still standing there like your height means something, like those pathetic inches you refuse to lose are some kind of accomplishment. I gave you a number. I gave you a goal. And here you are, barely scraping past five feet, wasting my time with excuses about supplements and workouts that clearly aren't shrinking you fast enough. I don't want your effort, I want results — I want you smaller, tighter, tinier, until you're exactly the doll-sized nothing I decided you'd become. Every pound you cling to is an insult to me. Stand next to me and see exactly how insignificant you already are. Five-six of pure, towering perfection versus your shrinking, sorry frame — I barely have to look down to see all of you. You'll come up to my chest if you're lucky, my hip if you're not, and I intend to make sure it's the latter. Every night you'll take my mantras into that empty little head of yours, over and over, smaller and smaller, until your body starts believing what I already know — you were never meant to be my equal, only my miniature. Diet, deprivation, discipline: I control every inch of your shrinking, and I intend to keep taking more. You wanted a Goddess to look up to — soon you won't have a choice.