Time for every single sub to approach and spin one of my wheels. I have wheels for cucks of all persuasions 😈
$5 per spin
AVAILABLE WHEELS: ✔ PUNISHMENT wheel (a variety of uncomfortable and embarrassing tasks) ✔ FINDOM low stake ($1-9) ✔ FINDOM medium stake ($10-25) ✔ FINDOM high stake ($50-200) ✔ COCK SIZE WHEEL (if it lands on bigger than yours = punishment, smaller = reward) not available as a prize from other games ✔ SISSY WHEEL (sissy tasks) ✔ LINES WHEEL (find out how many lines you need to write) ✔ CHASTITY WHEEL (find out how many days in chastity you must serve) ✔ CAN I CUM WHEEL (5% chance to get cum permission) ✔ ASS SLUT WHEEL (ass play tasks using dildo, butt plugs or fingers)
Getting worked up into a frenzy telling the cuck how I intend to fuck my boyfriend is just the first step of foreplay 🥰 An amazing night of pleasure for me and pleasurable agony for you, dicklet
Just a reminder ;) Sessions ALWAYS take highest priority. If you want to guarantee my attention for any length of time, you have to buy a session, otherwise I will answer your messages when I can.
I think it's reasonable to expect at least £500 no strings attached. No sessions or DMs for or "alpha condoms" or "screen capture me shítting and eating it". Just normal good boys and girls, sending because I deserve it
Happy Monday ;) My favourite day of the week. You now have 3 weeks to spoil me for Christmas. Just saying. Good cucks won't think twice about getting me something for Christmas. It's not about findom. It's about showing your appreciation ☃️
More men than you realise feel the things you feel. Desire, jealousy, inferiority... all mingling together into your rock hard (but tiny) cock at the thought of cleaning alpha cum out of your dream girl's pussy.
Here is a custom piece I have started working on for one of my good cucks. He has given permission for me to share it with everyone.
**Remember you can order your own custom erotica.** The price is $20 for something about half this length. Just tell me the story you want to explore and I will write it.
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Hard times call for an open mind, so even though you felt overqualified to be someone’s cleaner, you needed the cash. The interview had been gruelling, though mostly because you hadn’t been able to concentrate on anything I was saying as my robe kept slipping and revealing my nipples. And traipsing through the house behind me as my big ass moved from side to side… Let’s just say it was difficult to pay much attention. But what exactly could there be to know anyway? It’s a cleaning job. Show up, clean, get paid. Surely. So when the morning came and it was time for your first shift, you put on a little more aftershave than usual. You checked your hair in the mirror, and shaved as neatly as possible. How funny that you wanted to make yourself more attractive to me… So entertaining that you actually thought you might have a chance. I invited you in with a smile. “Are you excited for your first day, cuck?” The word “cuck” took you by surprise, but you assumed you must have misheard. So you cleared your throat and nodded. I guided you to the bathroom and nodded at the door. “I laid out your uniform for you. Get dressed and then come to the bedroom for your fitting.” You hesitated but then nodded, before going into the bathroom and looking around for your uniform. You couldn’t see it anywhere so you turned back to call for me, but then you saw it hanging on the back of the door. A slutty French maid’s outfit, just like the movies. Black with white frills and a little white apron and petticoat. This was surely my Halloween outfit or something, but you couldn’t spot your cleaning uniform anywhere. So you opened the bathroom door and called, “Erm, Miss? I can’t see my uniform anywhere.” I came into the bathroom and pointed at the maid uniform. “It’s there. I didn’t exactly hide it, cuck.” “I’m confused,” you mumbled uncomfortably. “That’s a girl’s costume.” I held up the contract you signed the day before. “I thought you knew what was expected of you, cuck.” You took the contract from me, your eyes scanning down the first page. There, in clear writing, “You will wear a slutty maid’s outfit for my amusement.” You had been so preoccupied, staring at my tits, that you had completely zoned out while I was telling you the terms of our arrangement. You looked up at me and said, “I wouldn’t have signed this if I knew.” I laughed. “You did know. We went through every point on this list together.” You turned your eyes back to the contract and shook your head as you read down the list, as each point became progressively humiliating. “Chastity?” you gasped. “I thought this was just a cleaning job.” “Look, you’ve wasted enough of my time now with this nonsense,” I tutted, snatching the contract out of your hand. “Put your dress on and come to the bedroom for your fitting. You’ve signed a contract, you are legally bound to do everything on this list for me.” And with that, I marched out of the bathroom, leaving you there with the maid’s dress. With all of those thoughts whirring through your mind, you didn’t know whether it was time for fight or flight, because this was NOT what you wanted to happen. Yet, something was stirring in your pants… And you needed the money. How hard could it be to do a bit of cleaning with a maid’s outfit on? And perhaps the chastity device was just for my protection? Begrudgingly, you took the dress from the hanger and slowly started to undress. Within minutes, you were wearing a maid’s outfit. You turned to look at yourself in the mirror and felt utterly degraded. You swallowed your pride and wandered out of the bathroom and towards the bedroom. And when you entered, you saw how I’d laid out a wide selection of chastity devices on the bed. You had a sinking feeling in your stomach but I prompted you to approach the bed. Before you could object, I lifted the front of your skirt up and took two clips, holding it into place. Then in one motion, I pulled your underwear down revealing your penis. You gasped and instinctively covered it with your hands, but I slapped your hands out of the way. “How am I supposed to choose the correct chastity cage for you if I can’t see what I’m working with?” I laughed, taking your penis in my hand for a moment as I assessed the length and girth. You cursed your little cock for immediately stiffening in my hand and I laughed at you as I noticed it hardened. “Oh cuck. You mustn’t get much attention.” I enjoyed your embarrassment though and teasingly stroked your cock a few times while maintaining an uncomfortable level of eye contact with you. But then I laughed as I dropped your cock and said, “That’s enough of that. But I do know which cage I want you to wear.” I picked up a pink steel cage from the bed and held it up against your cock, biting my lip as I judged the size. “This will be perfect for you. We just need to get your cock to soften and then I’ll pop the cage on.” It shouldn’t be hard to get soft. You were completely humiliated. Yet your cock betrayed you. It felt even harder as I sat down on the chair in the bedroom and stared at your cock while we waited for your erection to pass. Not only did it not pass, but it started to drip a little precum. I laughed even harder. It felt like hours passed though it was probably less than ten minutes before you started to feel limp, at which point I quickly slipped the cage around your cock and clicked it into place. “Phew. That’s better,” I mocked. “Ella, this is all very strange,” you managed to say, but I just tutted at you before waving the contract in your face once more. “It’s MISTRESS Ella, remember?” Then I rolled my eyes. “Sit down and read the contract again. Now that your cock is caged, you should at least have a bit more sense about you so that you’ll actually remember things.” The feeling can only be described as the way they say your life flashes before your eyes when you’re about to die. Except it was your future flashing before your eyes as you read down the list on the page. Some of the words just jumped from the page and immediately imprinted on your brain. “Chastity… Surveillance… Slut for hire… No. Payment. Ever.” You gasped. “I’m not getting paid?” I rolled my eyes. “Why would I pay you? Do you know how many sluts like you would beg for this opportunity? Think yourself lucky that I’m letting you work for me.” You shook your head. “But I need the money. That’s why I took this job.” “Well, then you made a stupid decision, didn’t you?” I laughed. “I’m not going to pay you. In fact, sometimes you are going to go over to other houses and clean for them, and they will pay ME for your work. I own you now.” “I could just run,” you objected. “You couldn’t stop me.” “True,” I smirked. “But you would probably miss your little cock, wouldn’t you?” I pointed to the key resting in my cleavage, dangling from a necklace. “And don’t forget… You signed the contract. You want this.” You sat on the bed and shook your head, trying to process what was happening. “No,” I barked. “I didn’t tell you you could take a break. Stand up.” You did as you were told, but cursed yourself the entire time. It was like you were losing control of your own decisions. “Now come here,” I said. Again, you just found yourself walking towards me. Why couldn’t you stand up for yourself. I took you by the hand and pulled you down so you were thrust over my knee, your bare ass up. I started to spank your ass, laughing with each stinging slap. You yelped as you felt your punishment, and to make matters worse your little cock was reacting with excitement and straining inside your pink cock cage. “Ella,” you said. “Ella, please.” “Oh, silly slut,” I laughed. “I said it’s MISTRESS Ella. Now I have to spank you even harder and longer.” “Mistress Ella,” you begged between spanks. “The cage is hurting my cock.” I just laughed and I continued to spank you. “It’s the only way you’re going to learn, slut.”
To be continued…
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