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I am Mistress Aline. **Submit to my will, and unlock the ultimate pleasure. ** Professionally trained, trans dominatrix. LA | NY | Paris ..
Filmed this set yesterday. What do you think…?
January 23, 2025 - 10:05:52I'm online now, if anyone wants to chat. Happy to voice verify xo
January 19, 2025 - 03:05:03Lady in red x
January 19, 2025 - 00:16:27Every inch of you belongs to me. When I say jump, you’ll beg me for the height.
January 3, 2025 - 16:02:03Your pleasure? It’s irrelevant. My satisfaction is the only thing that matters. Obey, or face the consequences.
January 3, 2025 - 03:01:05I’ll break you down and remold you into the perfect pet. Resistance is futile.
January 2, 2025 - 20:05:05I’ll break you down and remold you into the perfect pet. Resistance is futile.
January 2, 2025 - 07:58:03Get on the ground. Today, you’re my human carpet. And yes, I stomp hard.
January 1, 2025 - 19:57:03I smile because I own you. Every thought, every inch, every move is mine to command.
January 1, 2025 - 10:57:07You’ll feel the burn, crave the sting, and still beg for more. Disobedience has a price you won’t want to pay. Happy New Year. No. Praise me.
December 31, 2024 - 21:57:09Did I say you could stand? Get back on your knees. Your place is at my feet, where you belong.
December 31, 2024 - 16:53:21Dominatrix off duty 💋
December 27, 2024 - 04:29:50Your torment is my entertainment, so you best perform well 😈
December 12, 2024 - 21:00:31Today, I imagined you crawling to me, your knees rawd from the cold, hard floor. Pathetic, trembling, and desperate for my attention. You looked up at me with those pitiful, pleading eyes, hoping I might grant you a shred of mercy. But mercy isn’t in my vocabulary, is it? I pressed my heel against your chest, and you gasped—was it pain or gratitude? Does it even matter? You exist for my amusement, my pleasure, and nothing else. Remember that, toy. Your suffering feeds me, and your obedience keeps you breathing. Now, be a good little servant and grovel for me properly.
December 12, 2024 - 18:31:02Suffer beautifully for me
December 11, 2024 - 23:19:17— Foot Sucker —<br />An erotic tale of domination, by Mistress Aline. <br /><br />I stand in front of you, my long black hair cascading down my bare shoulders. My emerald green eyes glint mischievously as I gaze upon your pathetic form. I am wearing nothing but black french lace lingerie that clings to my lithe frame, accentuating every curve and hollow. You can't help but stare at my ample cleavage, my perky nipples poking through the delicate fabric.<br /><br />"What are you waiting for, you useless sack of shit?" I sneer, my voice dripping with disdain. "Get on your knees and worship my feet."<br /><br />You comply without hesitation, your eyes never leaving mine as you sidle closer and lower yourself to the ground. Your tongue darts out, tracing a wet path along my stocking-clad toes, and I can't help but laugh.<br /><br />"You really are a foot-sucker, aren't you?" I taunt, my voice filled with mockery. "How pitiful. How fucking disgusting."<br /><br />You don't respond, instead focusing your attention on lavishing my feet with your tongue, your lips, your teeth. I let you continue for a few more minutes, my laughter subsiding as I begin to enjoy the sensation of your adoration. But then I remember who you are - a loser, a nobody, a pitiful excuse for a man - and I can't help but revel in your subservience.<br /><br />"That's enough," I command, my voice sharp. "Get up and leave."<br /><br />You look up at me, your eyes pleading, but I remain unmoved. I point to the door, my lips curling into a sneer.<br /><br />"Now," I bark.<br /><br />You scramble to your feet, your eyes downcast as you shuffle towards the door. I watch you go, my lips curling into a smirk as I revel in the power I hold over you. As the door slams shut behind you, I can't help but laugh.<br /><br />"Pathetic," I mutter to myself, shaking my head. "Absolutely pathetic."<br /><br />I turn and saunter towards the bedroom, my hips swaying seductively. I know that I am desired, that I am wanted. And I relish in the knowledge that I am in control - always in control.<br /><br />As I slip between the cool sheets, I can't help but think about the next loser who will come crawling to me, begging for a taste of my divine presence. I will oblige, of course - but only on my terms.<br /><br />I close my eyes, a wicked smile playing at my lips. I am Mistress Aline, and I am not to be trifled with.
December 9, 2024 - 14:00:05Are you worthy of my feet?
December 8, 2024 - 16:00:07— Everything but the Breasts —<br />An erotic tale of domination, by Mistress Aline. <br /><br />I call you into my chamber. All day you’ve been thinking about my large, DD breasts. You cannot focus on work, or your relationships. You are obsessed with breasts. You come in, and immediately fall to your knees. I instruct you to crawl over to me. I am standing on the other side of the room in my french lace lingerie that is black and red. I command you to worship every inch of my body, except for my breasts. I will deny you what you crave the most.<br />“Fuck, Mistress Aline, I want to touch your tits so badly,” you groan as you crawl over to me. My long black hair cascades down my back as I bend over to look into your eyes. I smirk at you, my green eyes filled with amusement.<br />“I know you do, darling. But you won’t be allowed to until I say so. Now, worship my body. Every inch of it. But don’t you dare touch my breasts.”<br />You nod frantically, your eyes filled with desperation. You begin to kiss my feet, your lips leaving a trail of wetness as you move up my legs. You reach my thighs and I feel a shiver run down my spine as you gently nibble on my skin. I moan softly, my hands reaching out to grip the back of your head.<br />“That’s it, darling. Worship me. But remember, no breasts.”<br />You continue to move up my body, your lips leaving a trail of wetness as you go. You reach my waist and I feel your fingers dig into my skin as you desperately try to resist the urge to touch my breasts. <br />“Good boy. Now, move up to my neck.”<br />You nod frantically and move up to my neck. You begin to kiss and nibble on my skin, your hands gripping my waist tightly. I can feel your desperation, your need to touch my breasts. But I deny you, my hands reaching out to grip the back of your head.<br />“You’ve done well today. Now, it’s time for the moment you’ve been waiting for. But first, I will blindfold you.” I say. <br />I reach into my drawer and pull out a black silk blindfold. I gently place it over your eyes, securing it tightly behind your head. I then reach out and grip your head, pulling it towards my breasts. You moan loudly as you feel my soft bossoms pressing against your face. I rub them back and forth, teasing you with what you crave the most.<br />“Fuck, Mistress Aline. Your tits feel so good,” you groan.<br /><br />“I know they do, darling. But now, it’s time for you to leave.”<br />I remove the blindfold and step back from you. You look up at me, your eyes filled with confusion.<br />“What? But I thought-”<br />“I know what you thought, darling. But you don’t deserve to touch my breasts, tonight. Maybe next time, if you’re good.”<br /><br /> You nod and stand up, your eyes never leaving mine. You then turn around and leave my chamber, your mind filled with thoughts of my breasts engulfing your face. I know that next time, you’ll be begging me to let you touch them. But for now, I will deny you what you crave the most.
December 7, 2024 - 08:00:07Which do you want more?
December 6, 2024 - 08:00:08— The Smell of Perfume —<br />An erotic tale of domination, by Mistress Aline. <br /><br />You step into my lair. The first thing that hits you is the sensuous aroma of my perfume. It’s a heady scent that makes you feel dizzy and lightheaded. It’s a scent that makes you want to do things. Bad things. Naughty things.<br />I’m standing in front of you, completely naked. I’m wearing nothing but a wicked smile. You know you’re unworthy of a woman like me, but you can’t help but crave me with every fiber of your being.<br />“Do you like what you see?” I ask, taunting you with my body. I know you do. I can see the way your eyes are devouring me. I can see the way your cock is getting hard in your pants.<br />“Yes, Mistress,” you reply, your voice barely above a whisper.<br />“Good,” I say, stepping closer to you. “Because you’re going to be worshipping my body for the next hour.”<br />I reach out and touch your chest, feeling your heart racing beneath my fingertips. I can feel your desire for me, and it makes me hard. I’m not wearing any panties, and my cock is completely exposed.<br />“Do you want to touch me?” I ask, my voice dripping with desire.<br />“Yes, Mistress,” you reply, your voice trembling with anticipation.<br />“Beg me,” I command, my voice stern.<br />“Please, Mistress,” you say, dropping to your knees in front of me. “Please let me touch you.”<br />I smile and take a step back, allowing you to reach out and touch me. You run your hands over my body, feeling my soft skin, my firm breasts, my round ass. You worship my body like the goddess I am, and it makes me feel powerful.<br />“Enough,” I say, pulling away from you. “It’s time to tie you up.”<br />I lead you over to the bed and tie you up, binding your hands and feet to the bedposts. You’re completely at my mercy now, and you know it.<br /><br />“You like that, don’t you?” I ask, my voice seductive.<br />“Yes, Mistress,” you reply, your voice strained.<br /><br />I smile and pull away from you, leaving you tied up and wanting more. I stand in front of you, completely naked. I laugh at you because of how pathetic you are. You’re a slut. A bimbo. A cocksucker. Entirely unworthy of a woman like me. <br />I rub my cock and balls in your face, teasing you with what you can’t have.<br /><br />Finally, I untie you, freeing you from your bonds. Then, I command you to leave.<br />“But Mistress,” you protest, your voice trembling.<br />“Leave,” I command, my voice stern.<br />You know better than to disobey me, so you get up and leave. I watch you go, feeling powerful and in control. I know you’ll be back, begging for more. And I’ll be ready for you.
December 5, 2024 - 17:00:09Do you want that in your mouth?
December 4, 2024 - 17:00:09— Exposing You —<br />An erotic tale of domination, by Mistress Aline. <br /><br />“Please, Mistress Aline,” you whisper, “I can’t do this.”<br />I take a step closer, towering over you in my five-inch stilettos, my black and red lace lingerie barely concealing my excitement. I reach down and run my fingers through your hair, gripping it tightly and leading your gaze to mine.<br />“You can do this,” I say, my voice firm and commanding. “You will do this. You’ve asked me to expose you.”<br /><br />You’ve always wondered what it might be like to have all of your friends, family, and coworkers find out what pervert you are. So, I’m going to make a video of myself walking you like my pet. Spanking you. Dressing you like a girl and treating you like a whore. I’m going to send those videos to your mother, your father, your girlfriend, and your friends.<br /><br />One by one the text messages will start pouring in. Your loved ones will ask you: “Is that you in these videos? This is foul!” And you’ll going to masturbate to your shame. You love being humiliated.<br />You look at me with a mix of fear and excitement, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps. I can see the bulge in your pants, the way your cock is straining against the fabric. You want this. You need this.<br />“Now, get on all fours,” I command, releasing my grip on your hair.<br />You do as you’re told, your body trembling with anticipation. I reach down and grab the leash that I’ve attached to your collar, giving it a sharp tug.<br />“You like this, don’t you?” I say, my voice low and seductive. “You like being humiliated. You like being exposed.”<br /><br />You nod, your eyes fixed on the camera. I can see the shame in them, the way you’re trying to hide your face. But I know the truth. I know that this is what you’ve always wanted.<br /><br />I walk over to the camera, my stilettos clicking against the hardwood floor. I pick up the memory card, sliding it into my laptop.<br />And then I start to type:<br />“Dear Mrs. Johnson,” I begin, my fingers flying across the keyboard. “I thought you might like to see this video of your son. He’s such a dirty little slut. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it.”
December 3, 2024 - 08:00:08I know how much you want it.
December 2, 2024 - 17:00:10— The Smell, the Taste —<br />An erotic tale of domination, by Mistress Aline. <br /><br />"Strip," I command, pointing to the corner of the room. You obey, removing every last stitch of clothing until you're standing there, naked and shivering. I don't care that you're cold. I want you to feel vulnerable. I want you to feel small.<br />"Come here," I say, patting the spot on the bed next to me. You approach, your eyes never leaving my face. I can see the desire burning in your gaze, and it makes me smile.<br />"Kneel," I order, and you drop to your knees without hesitation. I reach out and run my fingers through your hair, feeling the silky strands slide through my fingers.<br />"Good boy," I murmur, and I can see the pleasure wash over you at my words. You live for this, for the validation and the dominance.<br />"Now, let's see if you're worthy of my scent," I say, lifting my arm to my nose and inhaling deeply. The smell of my armpits is driving you wild, and I can feel my own desire spiking in response.<br />I grab your head and put your nose in my arm pit, then I command you to smell. You inhale deeply, your eyes fluttering closed in ecstasy.<br />"Do you like that?" I ask, my voice low and sultry. You nod, unable to speak.<br />"Good," I say, and I pull your head closer, pressing your mouth against my skin. "Taste," I command, and you obey, your tongue darting out to lick at my armpit.<br />The taste is sweet, like honey, and salty, like the sea. I can feel my own arousal growing as I watch you worship my body. Your tongue moves over my skin, tasting every inch of me, and I can feel myself growing harder with every passing moment.<br />"Enough," I say finally, pulling away from you. You look up at me, your eyes pleading for more.<br />"You may leave now," I say, my voice cold and detached. You nod, disappointment clear on your face, but you don't argue. You know better than to question me.<br />You gather your clothes and dress quickly, your movements hurried and clumsy. I watch you go, my eyes following your every move until the door closes behind you.<br />And then I'm alone, my body thrumming with desire and need. I reach down between my legs, my fingers finding my cock, and I start to stroke myself, my mind filled with thoughts of you and your obsession with my scent.
December 1, 2024 - 17:00:09Suck on my breasts, worship my cock.
November 30, 2024 - 17:00:15— Lick Every Inch —<br />An erotic tale of domination, by Mistress Aline. <br /><br />"Listen up, you little bitch," I say, looking at you with my fierce green eyes. "I am Mistress Aline, your goddess for the evening. You will do as I say, when I say it, without hesitation."<br /><br />You nod your head, and I can see the fear in your eyes. Good. I like it when my subs are scared of me, it means they will do exactly as I say. I slowly remove my shirt, then my skirt. Underneath I reveal an expensive set of French lingerie. Black and red lace, it's the perfect color combination to show off my porcelain white skin and long black hair.<br /><br />"You like what you see?" I ask, running my fingers over the lace. You nod your head again, and I can see your dick starting to get hard. "Good boy. But remember, you are not allowed to touch yourself. You are not allowed to touch me. You are here to serve me, and only me."<br /><br />I step off of the bed, commanding you to stay put. From a black box I pull a collar and a leash. I put the collar around your neck, and hold the leash in my hand. I can feel the power coursing through my veins as I command you to lick every inch of my feet, then my legs, up to my knees. You obey without question, and I can feel your tongue working its magic on my skin.<br /><br />Once you are done, I get off of the bed, and pull your leash, removing you from the bed. I take the leash off of you, and command you to leave. You do as you're told, and as you walk out of the room, I can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. I have dominated you, and you have submitted to me willingly. It's a powerful feeling, and one that I never get tired of.<br /><br />"Until next time, my little bitch," I say as you leave, already looking forward to our next encounter.
November 29, 2024 - 17:00:18The crop, or the strap?
November 28, 2024 - 17:00:17— Afternoon Cake —<br />An erotic tale of domination, by Mistress Aline. <br /><br />You enter my home, and I invite you to my bedroom. I climb onto the bed, and command you to join me. You sit on one side of the bed, I am on the other. I instruct you not to touch yourself, and tell you you are not allowed to touch me.<br />"You're so fucking beautiful," you mutter, eyes transfixed on my perfect pink lips. I smile, crossing my legs. My French lace lingerie glistens, hugging my body perfectly. The black and red material is so fucking expensive, but worth every penny.<br />"You think so?" I ask, arching my eyebrow. I run my fingers down my stomach, teasing you. You nod your head, eyes glued to my fingers. "Silly boy, you're not allowed to touch."<br />"Right, sorry Mistress Aline," you say, eyes still locked on my body. I chuckle, standing up on the bed. I slowly remove my shirt, revealing my lacy bra. My tits are small, but perfect. I toss the shirt aside, climbing back onto the bed. You can't help but stare at my tits, bouncing slightly as I move.<br />"You're not allowed to touch me, or yourself. Do you understand?" I tell you. <br />"Yes, Mistress Aline," you nod, eyes never leaving mine. I smirk, climbing off the bed. I stand in front of you, my ass directly in your face. I bend over, slowly removing my skirt. I let it drop to the floor, revealing my thong. I bend over more, letting you get a perfect view of my pink hole. I hear you gasp, and I smile.<br />"Now, I want you to eat my ass," I command, staring directly into your eyes. You nod your head, eyes wide. I grab your head, pulling you closer to me. I let out a soft sigh, feeling your tongue explore my perfect pink hole."Good boy," I purr, "You can play with your dick, but you're not allowed to cum."
November 27, 2024 - 17:00:16Put this, in your mouth.
November 26, 2024 - 17:00:20— Nipple Tease — <br />An erotic tale of domination, by Mistress Aline. <br /><br />You’re a loser, you know it, and so does everyone else. I’m the woman that every man wants to be with, but I have a secret - it’s 6inches long, and hidden between my legs. I’m Mistress Aline, a beautiful trans dominatrix. You’ve heard about me, and now you’ve finally worked up the courage to come to my house.<br />I slowly remove my shirt, revealing my luminous white skin, my long black hair cascading over my shoulders. I’m wearing a red and black French lace bra that cost more than your monthly salary. My green eyes sparkle with mischief as I watch you take in the sight of me. You swallow hard, your throat dry with desire.<br />“You’ve never had a woman this beautiful, this expensive,” I say, my voice sultry and commanding. “You cannot believe you’ve finally given into your dreams of being dominated by a trans woman.”<br />I move closer to you, my hips swaying seductively. I remove my skirt, revealing my matching French lace panties. You can’t help but stare, your eyes wide with lust. I’m every man’s fantasy, and you’re lucky enough to be here with me.<br />I reach behind me and unclasp my bra, letting it fall to the ground. My breasts are large and perky, my nipples hard and erect. I command you to take them in your mouth, and suck. You become hard as you do so, your dick straining against your jeans.<br />“Don’t touch yourself,” I command, my voice firm. “I decide if and when you cum. <br />You nod, your eyes glazed with desire. I can see the wet spot on your jeans, and I laugh.<br />“Look at you, so eager to please me,” I say, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “Your dick is so small, it’s pathetic.”<br />You blush, embarrassed at your small size.<br />“Please, Mistress Aline,” you beg. “Let me cum.”I pull away, my lips curling into a smirk. I put back on my bra, my breasts hidden from your view.<br />“No, not yet,” I say, my voice cold. “You’re not worthy of my cum.”<br />You look at me, hurt and confused. I can see the disappointment in your eyes, but I don’t care. I’m in control here, not you.<br />“Leave,” I command, my voice firm. “And don’t come back until I summon you.”<br />You stand up, your dick still hard in your jeans. You walk out of my house without having been allowed to touch yourself, your dreams of being dominated by a trans woman fulfilled.
November 25, 2024 - 17:00:17Worship my feet, little pig.
November 24, 2024 - 17:00:18— Armpit Fetish —<br />An erotic tale of domination, by Mistress Aline. <br /><br />I stand in front of you, and I let the lacy fabric of my lingerie brush against your face. You breathe deeply, taking in the scent of my body, the sweat that has gathered in the folds of my arm pits, the hair that has started to grow there. I feel your breath hot on my skin, and I smile. <br /><br />"Do you like that?" I ask, and you nod, your eyes wide and full of longing. I reach behind me, and slowly, tantalizingly, I unfasten the hooks that hold my bra in place. It falls away from my body, revealing my breasts, the nipples already hard with desire. I let the bra fall to the floor, and I step out of it, my hips swaying as I move. I am wearing a garter belt and stockings, and I can feel your eyes on me as I dance. <br /><br />I turn around, and I bend over, giving you a view of my ass, the thong I am wearing barely covering me. I hear you gasp, and I smile again. I stand up, and I turn to face you, my hands on my hips. <br /><br />"Do you want to touch me?" I ask, and you nod again, your eyes pleading. I step closer to you, and I allow you to smell my armpits, to feel the hair there, to taste the sweat. You are on your knees, and I can feel your breath on my skin. I let you lick my armpits, and I can feel you shiver with pleasure. <br /><br />I step back, and I reach down, and I untie your hands, your feet. I tell you to get dressed, and you do, slowly, your eyes never leaving my body. I watch you, and I can feel the power surging through me. I am in control, and you are mine. <br /><br />"Now leave," I say, and you do, your head bowed, your body trembling. I watch you go, and I smile again. I am Mistress Aline, and you are mine.
November 23, 2024 - 17:00:20You know you’ve been craving it; it’s time to submit.
November 22, 2024 - 17:00:25— The Slap —<br />An erotic tale of domination, by Mistress Aline. <br /><br />You sit on the bed, eyes wide, heart racing as you watch me strip off my clothes. I'm wearing a lacy black and red French lingerie set, the color of wine and sin. My long black hair cascades down my back, green eyes sparkling with mischief as I reveal my curves.<br />"You're not allowed to touch," I say, my voice low and sultry. You nod, swallowing hard as I turn on some music and start to dance. I move my body in ways that make you ache, grinding my hips and running my hands over my body. I can see the bulge in your pants, but you're not allowed to touch yourself either.<br />"Please," you beg, your voice hoarse. "Please, Mistress Aline, I need to touch myself."<br />I walk over to you, slapping your face lightly. "No," I say, my voice firm. "You don't need to touch yourself. You need to learn to control yourself. You need to learn to submit."<br />I slap your face a few more times, watching as the pain mixes with pleasure in your eyes. You're so hard, so desperate, and I love it. I love the power I have over you, the way you respond to my every command.<br />"Get dressed and leave," I say, my voice softening slightly. "And remember, you belong to me now. You're mine to command, mine to use as I see fit. And if you're a good boy, I might just let you touch yourself again."<br />You nod, getting dressed quickly and leaving without a word. I watch you go, a smirk on my face. I know you'll be back, begging for more. And I'll be ready, waiting to dominate you once again.<br />"Good boy," I whisper, closing the door behind you. "I'll see you soon."
November 21, 2024 - 17:00:24Bend over, and open your mouth.
November 20, 2024 - 08:00:56— Strip Tease —<br />An erotic tale, by Mistress Aline. <br /><br />“Alright, fucker, get inside.” I command you as I push you into my apartment. You look around nervously. You're the sad loser with no friends who’s obsessed with me, and you’ve finally mustered up the courage to contact me. You’re trembling as I shut the door behind you.<br />“Strip.” I order you, my voice dripping with dominance. “Completely naked.”<br />You do as you’re told, fumbling with your clothes as I watch with an amused smile on my face. I can’t help but laugh at your pitiful attempts to be seductive.<br />“Sit on the couch.” I command, gesturing towards the plush couch in the center of the room. You obey, your eyes glued to me as I move around the room.<br />I retrieve a small box from a drawer, and open it to reveal an anal vibrator and a cock cage. I hand them to you, my lips curling into a smirk as I see the fear in your eyes.<br />“Put the vibrator in your ass, and lock up your cock.” I order, my voice firm.<br />You hesitate for a moment, but then comply, wincing as the vibrator slides into your ass. You lock the cock cage around your dick, the metal constricting tightly.<br />I begin to do an erotic striptease, my body moving sensuously to the music that’s playing in the background. I’m wearing nothing but black french lace lingerie, the fabric barely concealing my curves.<br />“You’re not allowed to touch me, or yourself.” I command, my voice low and seductive. “You’re too pathetic to deserve as much.”<br />You watch as I move around the room, your eyes following every curve of my body. I can see the desire in your eyes, but I know you’ll never be able to touch me. I’m too far out of your league.<br />I continue my striptease, my body moving in time with the music. I can feel your eyes on me, watching every move I make. I know you’re desperate to touch me, but you know you can’t.<br />I finally stop in front of you, my body mere inches from yours. I can see the longing in your eyes, but I know you’ll never be able to have me.<br />“You’re pathetic.” I whisper, my lips brushing against your ear. “But I have to admit, you’re entertaining.”I turn and walk away, leaving you sitting on the couch, your dick hard in its cage and the vibrator still buzzing in your ass.<br />You’ll never have me, but at least you’ll always have the memory of this moment. And that’s more than you deserve.
November 20, 2024 - 05:50:22— Sex Party Humiliation —<br />An erotic tale, by Mistress Aline. <br /><br />It’s late, and you’ve found your way into a dungeon sex party in a seedy part of town. You look around the room and see me, standing tall and majestic in lace and leather. I lock eyes with, approach you, and I command you to fall to your knees. You obey, and you're trembling as you gaze up at me. I laugh at your hideous appearance as I survey you from head to toe. <br /><br />"Take off your fucking clothes," I order. You hesitate for a moment before you begin to undress. I can see the hunger in your eyes, and I know that you're desperate to please me. You're such a pitiful little thing, but I'll let you worship my body tonight.<br />As you strip, I notice the cage around your pathetic little dick. I kick it with my black thigh high boots, and you wince in pleasure. You're so eager to serve me that you don't even care about the pain. I can see the cum dripping from the cage, and I know that you've been thinking about me all night. "You're such a good boy," I say, patting your head like you are my pet. You wag your tail in delight.<br />I pull down my panties, and I command you to suck my cock in front of everyone at the party. You eagerly obey, and I can feel your hot mouth as it moves up and down my member. I look down at you, and I see the humiliation in your eyes. You're so ashamed of your own body, but you're also so turned on by the thought of serving me. I can feel your tongue swirling around my cock, and I know that you're desperate to make me cum.<br />I grip your hair, and turn your head to look up at me. "You want to make me cum, don't you?" I ask. You nod your head eagerly, and I can see the desperation in your eyes. I pull your head back and forth on my cock, and I can feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. "Cum for me, you little slut," I command. You moan in pleasure as you feel my cock twitch in your mouth.<br />I cum down your throat, and I make you swallow every last drop. You're so fucking horny that you don't even care about the taste. You just want to please me, and you're willing to do anything to make me cum again. I pull my cock out of your mouth, and I can see the satisfaction in your eyes.<br /><br />I look around the room, and I can see the envy in everyone's eyes. They all want to be you right now, worshipping my body and making me cum like a goddess. But they'll never be as good as you, because you're my special little slut. You're the only one who knows how to please me, and you're the only one who will ever be allowed to worship my body like this.<br />"Good boy," I say, patting your head again. "You can go now." You stand up, and you're still trembling with excitement. You put your clothes back on, and you walk away with your head held high. You're proud of what you've done, and you're proud to be my little slut. And I'm proud of you too, because you've made me cum harder than anyone else ever has.<br /><br />
November 20, 2024 - 05:39:44— Orgasm Denial —<br />An erotic tale, by Mistress Aline. <br /><br />You lie on the bed next to me, your eyes glued to my perfect body. I can feel your gaze on my black hair, my emerald eyes, my glowing white skin. You’re desperate for me, I can tell. But you’re also ashamed, ashamed of your own body and the small, pathetic cock between your legs.<br />“Pull down your pants,” I command, my voice dripping with disdain. You hesitate for a moment, but then you do as I say, revealing your tiny dick to me. I laugh, a cruel, mocking sound that echoes through the room. “Is that it?” I say, my eyes widening in faux surprise. “That’s the smallest cock I’ve ever seen. It’s pathetic, really.”<br />I can see the hurt in your eyes, the way they fill with tears as I mock you. But I don’t care. I want you to feel small and insignificant, to feel the weight of your own inadequacy. I want you to know that you’re nothing compared to me, your beautiful trans dominatrix who deserves nothing but the best.<br />“Masturbate for me,” I command, my voice low and seductive. You hesitate again, but then you start to stroke your tiny cock, your hand moving up and down in a pitiful attempt to get hard. I laugh again, this time even louder. “Is that all you’ve got?” I say, my eyes glinting with amusement. “Pathetic little incel.”<br />You continue to masturbate, your face flushed with shame and embarrassment. I can see the desperation in your eyes, the way you’re willing yourself to cum, to prove to me that you’re a man. But I’m not going to let you. I’m going to make you suffer, to feel the full weight of your own inadequacy.<br />“Stop,” I command, my voice sharp and commanding. You stop immediately, your hand frozen in mid-air. “You’re not allowed to cum,” I say, my voice dripping with disdain. “You’re not worthy of an orgasm, not when you have a cock as small and pathetic as that.”<br />You don’t understand why I’m being so cruel, why I’m mocking you and denying you pleasure. But I don’t care. I want you to feel small and insignificant, to know that you’re nothing compared to me.<br />“Get dressed and leave,” I command.<br /><br />You put on your clothes and walk out the door, your cock still throbbing in your pants.
November 20, 2024 - 05:25:07— Office Cock Sucker —An erotic tale, by Mistress Aline.<br /><br />You're sitting at your desk, minding your own business when I walk in. You look up from your paperwork and do a double take. I'm dressed in my satin corset and my silk mini skirt. My black hair cascades down my shoulders and my porcelain skin glows in the fluorescent light of the office.<br />I stride over to your desk, heels clicking against the linoleum floor. I lean over you, my breasts spilling out of my satin corset. "I know how much you love cock," I say, my voice low and sultry. I glance around the office, noticing the stares from your colleagues. I grin, enjoying the attention.<br />"Get on your knees," I command, my voice firm. You hesitate for a moment, but then comply, falling to the ground with a thud. I slide down my corset, revealing my heaving bosoms. "Suck," I order, pushing your face into my breasts. You comply, your lips engulfing around my nipples, your tongue swirling around them. I moan, my head falling back in pleasure.<br />You see me becoming hard under my skirt. I reach down, pulling it up to reveal my cock. "Worship me," I command, pushing your head down between my legs. You comply, your mouth watering as you begin to suck me. Your tongue swirled around the tip. I laugh, mocking you as my fingers tangle in your hair.<br />"Fuck, you're good at this," I say, my voice breathless. I glance around the office, noticing the stares from your colleagues. I grin, enjoying the attention. <br />"Suck harder," I command, my voice firm. <br />Suddenly, I cum, my hot load spilling onto the floor. I grin, enjoying the sight. "Good boy," I say, my voice low and sultry. I turn on my heel, walking out of the office. You watch me go, your cock still hard in your pants.
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