A slave with a girlfriend (and a straitjacket fetish) has a choice and I'm in the mood to make it horrible.A) Her. A nice date, a relationship. Cooking and Netflix. Or B) A goddess you'll never have and always obey. Denial. Submission. You will suffer endlessly for my gain. Your dick's in my hand, your fate's in yours. Decide now.Not fair of me, I guess.

One obvious effect chastity is the so called "blue balls". During long term chastity, the slave's balls really do become blue, and very big, full of cum. To make sure that the balls don't explode, milkings are necessary once in a while. I don't want him to enjoy the milking too much, so I will do it as quickly as possible. I will extract as much cum as possible in as little time as possible, of course, making sure he feels no pleasure from the process. And since the slave is restrained in a leather strap cage, there's nothing he can do to change anything. In less than a minute the slave has his first ruined orgasm. frustratingly oozing cum on the floor. I will make him cum 4 times in less than 3 minutes, enticing him with the possibility of a real orgasm, but ruining every time, of course. When his cock gets a little too soft, it means he has been milked enough for this time, now I can lock him again and forget about this for a while.

Its time for a foot-slaves scheduled milking. I decide to allow him to spend but refuse to remove his chastity belt. I milk his balls until he shoots impotently in his genital restraint, then he will eat his cum up right in front of Me. He is allowed the most unfullfilling orgasm possible then he must pay his respect to Me as his keyholder for allowing it.

I'm a pretty even-keeled girl. Until you go and do something like talking to your ex on your phone.Then, well, I can hardly be held responsible for my actions. Welcome to this room which you didn't even know existed. Three locks on the door, sound proofed... I don't have to worry about you talking to your ex, or anyone else, ever again. You're mine and you're staying here, and I'll keep you tied up and coming again and again for my entertainment. This is just the first of many forced orgasms... Love you, babe!

Lexi is having a hard time getting her old beta male to sign its debt contract. She and Amber play an edging game with the stupid old man to damage his brain further in hopes that he will eventually be dumb enough to sign. The girls tease the old fool with their bodies and make him stroke when they say. When the old fool doesn’t listen well enough the girls slap him in its face. The girls write insults on the idiot’s body. Girls hate him and only want his money. The girls change outfits to make him even hornier. The male cannot resist shiny. The girls edge the male for more than 20 minutes. The old man eventually breaks down and signs. The girl’s promise the old fool an orgasm after he signs. The idiot gets very excited, but of course, Amber and Lexi trick the beta and lock him right back into chastity. The girls now have the beta in $40,000 of debt and it doesn’t even get to cum! The girls take humiliating photos of the old simp. They send the photos to their boyfriends so that they can laugh at him, too. They got all the old man’s money and he just wanted one orgasm. His life sucks so much!

A brutal one-hour edging session. A real therapy. I demand which of your fetishes is most at your core and how you like to be treated, and you tell me because I'm holding your dick. I proceed to use your fetish immediately and you lose all equilibrium. Easy and fun. And you can't cum.

In a stunning turn of session, I take my boy, who is into hard slapping, painful stroking, squeezing and trampling, and tell him I am NOT here to meet HIS demands. That I will be gentle. That I am a KIND person. I will not be his PRICKLY BITCH...While slapping, squeezing, hitting, and stroking him until that THING is bright, bright fucking red. The second half of this in particular is frothy and serious.This is called irony. This is a mind fuck. This is beyond what most are capable of. Sharp as anything you've seen me do.

Mixing real life with a session, I tease my new virgin slave boy before I go out with the girls on a Friday. Stroked to the edge, but that's not frustrating enough. I wrap a vibrator around the head of his cock and let him tease himself awhile. Alone. On/off. Begging in an empty room. One of my girlfriends will be by to let you out. Bye!

Want a total immobilized chastity session tease that is better than your worst imagination. I’m in your head so bad, about your state, your fetish, your desire. I’ll have you crying. And I love to be here. Don’t miss

Always fascinated by electric play. Both ways. Today we take a very stuck boy who's not really into electric play (or says he isn't) and I shock all the brain cells out of him. I am not joking, no pulling punches. Levels are high and he can't stop me. His real-extended-prisoner request requires enduring this scene.

Every good superhero wants to help a damsel in distress. But Mandy Marx is too good at tricking weak boys and the tables have turned. Poor Captain America is officially under Hela's control.

Relentlessly training a "Thank You Mistress" out of my slave after each edging, raunchy stroke tease. The pitch of this scene rises to feverish, with each desperate "Thank You," until I need to slow down so I don't get too distracted, even myself. Highlights of a crazy edging session, filled with eternal gratitude.

There's nothing like the spiked device. No dignity, no defense, just sheer punishment when I walk in the room. And I'm about to do more than walk in the room. How badly you'll suffer, how deep my device will dig. With just a scent. A feather. A silicone-lubed grip. Even a horrible stroke? Wouldn't I? Worse yet, the full sight of my absolutely perfect ass. What's your name, boy? Can't you speak?

I hold my warm hand perfectly still around your cock and make you stroke yourself with your hips. Then, I rope your cock tight, stick the rope end in your mouth, and make you hump yourself in the air, while spit slowly drips from my mouth onto your wet, roped dick. And you can't touch me unless I let you. And then, I do. Shocking you. I let you touch my pussy and try to get me off. And you're not going anywhere, anytime soon, this is the middle of an isolation day for you. Promise.

All this mindfuckery has to end sometime, right. Even I can't sustain it forever? What if I want to just reward you for your chastity service, soldier. And let you get off with a heavenly, mind numbingly hot, pure handjob where I talk about what you want, (even locking you back up) and let you touch where you want. My poor, sweet fetish boys.

So long, he's broken. Broken by society, re-shattered by Dr. Marx. Fetish sparks in the institutional air. A boy discovers he is, in fact, desperate for this scene. He goes nowhere. He really is fucked. It's not a hospital, but it feels like one. A crazy one. Sticky, mouth, transparent, tape, gags, blinded, disoriented. Could this really be just a session? Anger. Denial. Depression. Acceptance? A porn scene you'll be watching in awe, minute by minute,but don't you usually fast forward or skip around through scenes? One liners. Feedback and perception. You need this one. You all do. You're in the hands of a goddess-level practitioner.

Make your requests, session boy, but you get what I decide to give. Will it be a forced-eye-contact tease with my boot pushing you down that simply alters your definition of what you want forever, counting you down to a ruined no-hands cum mindfuck that leaves you tweaking? How truly little say you truly have. That is control. And that's what the deepest part of you needs anyway. While the deepest part of me? She loves that look of surprised dismay on your face when you realize how little you can do about what I'm doing.

"Stop. I'm not your friend." At the height of the scene, after promises that today is the day I take your virginity. My virgin. My slave. My denial bitch. A bone-chilling mindfuck. A promise of more, for a year. Come to this. A tease, for my sub? Takes your breath away, huh? How much control you're in?