Today was a whirlwind of emotions and sensations, captured beautifully in our latest photo set! Lina and I wore matching shiny corsets, and I have to admit, I felt a mix of excitement and insecurity. She wears it like a second skin, while I’m still on my journey to feeling confident in my own body. But that’s part of the fun, right?
The contrast between our styles — me in high heels and her barefoot — really highlighted our different paths as submissives. Watching Lina earn her punishment for losing yesterday’s gag challenge was a strange mix of thrill and tenderness. I even had to channel my inner sadist while using my favorite small flogger on her. It felt weird yet exhilarating to hear her moan with every stroke, knowing that it was bringing her pleasure.
It’s all about learning, exploring, and embracing our unique dynamics. Here’s to more moments of growth and connection in our BDSM journey!
Today’s gag competition pushed us both to the edge of our comfort zones, and wow, what a mix of emotions! Kneeling with our hands behind our backs and the double-ended gag in our mouths, we were at the mercy of our Masters’ rules. The objective was simple: last longer with the gag or face a punishment. As I watched Lina, a hardcore masochist, I felt a sense of camaraderie despite our different thresholds for pain. This challenge wasn’t just physical; it was a mental game too. My competitive side kicked in as we were forbidden to swallow our spit. When my Master ordered us to show some spit, I couldn’t help but giggle at the absurdity of it all, especially as Lina drooled like crazy while I surprisingly managed to keep my composure.
Seeing her struggle made me feel a twinge of guilt; this wasn’t just fun for us, it was an intense test of our endurance. As the minutes ticked by, the tension rose. I could see Lina shaking, and her moans echoed in the room as I focused on maintaining control. But the moment she dropped the dildo, signaling her surrender, I felt a rush of relief mixed with sympathy. I had won, but it was bittersweet knowing her punishment awaited. The relief on her face as the gag finally released her was priceless, a reminder that this lifestyle is as much about shared experiences and support as it is about competition. Watching her catch her breath made me realize how much I value these moments of vulnerability, and it reaffirmed my love for the dynamic we share. ❤️✨
Today, we took on a challenge that tested our limits in the most playful way possible: a gag competition! Kneeling on the floor, we faced each other, hands tied behind our backs, ready to see who could endure the longest with a double-ended gag. My Master explained the rules, and my competitive spirit kicked in—especially since losing meant a hard spanking, and let’s be honest, that’s not my idea of fun. While Lina thrives on pain, I prefer to avoid it at all costs, so I was determined to win. It’s fascinating how different our limits are, yet we both wanted to impress our Masters. As we tried to keep our composure, I quickly realized that my deepthroat training made this gag less challenging for me. The drool was flowing from Lina as she struggled, while I felt oddly in control. But no matter the outcome, the thrill of the challenge and our shared laughter (plus the cheeky jokes about looking like a human centipede) made the experience unforgettable.
This video captures a moment of exploration that really tested my boundaries. As I suited up with the strap-on, I felt a mix of excitement and apprehension. Watching Lina eagerly lubricate it with her mouth was definitely a turn-on, but it also brought me back to the realization that I am purely submissive. 🌟 Trying to take the dominant role was a fascinating challenge, yet I found myself leaning back into my comfort zone. I’m not one to take charge — I crave the feeling of surrender.
In BDSM, we often explore different dynamics, and even though I’ve dabbled in the dominant role before, it was clear I prefer to embrace my submissive nature. Lina was such a good girl, obedient and enthusiastic, which made the experience easier and a lot more enjoyable for me. After all, submission is as much about trust and connection as it is about pleasure. This session only reinforced my love for being a submissive, and it’s these moments of exploration that deepen our understanding of ourselves within this beautiful lifestyle. ❤️✨
Today’s adventure was a little out of my comfort zone, and I have to say, it was quite the experience! Wearing a strap-on and exploring the dynamic with Lina was definitely different for me. While she eagerly sucked the strap-on to get it ready, I realized just how much I thrive in my submissive role. 😌 I felt more like a spectator than a participant, and honestly, that was an eye-opener. I admire her willingness to take it on, and I loved seeing her pleasure unfold. While this may look like a dominant scene, I felt the opposite. I’m here for the experience and the connection, but when it comes to dominating, it’s just not my vibe.
But it’s still quite the hot scene to watch, right? Getting a little horny over here looking at these pictures… She did so damn well.
By the time we made it to the hotel, it felt like the night was just beginning. We weren’t planning on shooting anything, but things escalated quickly. As soon as we stepped inside, we stripped down and slipped on our blind masks — only shoes left on. There’s something about losing your sight that heightens every other sensation… like feeling the cool, smooth glass against your skin while knowing you’re exposed to the world outside. Lina was in her comfy sneakers, and I was in my high heels, a little detail that said a lot about our different styles. We pressed up against the window, feeling bold and a little reckless, rubbing our skin and showing off. When we realized people outside were watching, even recording, I thought it might make me stop… but it only turned me on more. It was like we were giving the city a little peek into our world, and I loved every second of it. 😈
It all started so casually… just two couples meeting up for drinks in Berlin. I hadn’t met Lina before, but her Master and my Owner had been planning this get-together for a while. We hit a bar, ordered some cocktails, and the conversation flowed. It was supposed to be a chill evening, just getting to know each other, but there was this tension in the air. A few flirty touches under the table, a couple of whispered instructions, and before we knew it, things started heating up. On the way back to the hotel, Lina’s Master had her slip off her panties, and my Owner had his hands all over both of us, teasing and playing… right there in the back of the cab. I don’t think any of us were expecting to go that far so soon, but once we got a taste, there was no stopping it.
Guys, we’ve been keeping a little secret 🤭… our very first date with another kinky creator couple!! 😱😍
That’s right, we recently got to spend some wild days with the incredible @teenslaave02-sir aka Lina and her Master, and let’s just say… things got INTENSE 🔥😏
So, when you don’t see as many new posts from us, it’s safe to assume we’re out there meeting people and creating hot, new stories just for you guys. And this time, the wait is going to be SO worth it.
Starting Monday, we’ll be dropping a new post with Lina & her Master every single day for 10 days straight! 😱 Get ready for some seriously hot action. It’s gonna be one hell of a ride, and we can’t wait for you all to join us! 😘💦
Just a quick update: my Owner is feeling really rough and stuck in bed with a nasty sickness, so we’ve been a bit off our usual posting schedule. He’s on antibiotics and getting all the love and care from me (in every way I can give it 😏), but we’re not sure yet when he’ll be back to his full, healthy, commanding self. Thanks for sticking with us, and we’ll keep you posted! ❤️
Morning coffee hits different when you’re sitting on the balcony with Fiona, barely dressed, legs spread, and collars on — knowing Master’s eyes are on us. Our bodies are His, always ready, always available, and the teasing tension in the air makes it all the more delicious. Nothing quite like starting the day like this.
Looks like I’ve gone and messed up again… Oops! 😅 You can see me standing in front of our “Bad Board,” where all my mistakes (and the upcoming punishments) get listed. It’s definitely filling up fast… guess I’ve been extra naughty lately. 👀
I can already feel that tonight’s going to be quite the intense reminder of what happens when I misbehave. 🙈 But hey, every punishment is just another chance to serve and improve for my Master, right? Wish me luck… I’m going to need it! 😈
Before our evening gets busier with guests, we had some downtime — just me and Master, and of course, I couldn’t resist making it a little more special. Dressed in my new outfit, I took my place, standing there like his personal little display piece, while he enjoyed his Netflix. It’s these quieter moments that remind me how deeply I’ve embraced my role. Being his means not only obeying in the big ways but offering myself in all the little, daily moments as well.
As the time passed, I was eager to show him that I could be more than just decoration. He could sense my anticipation, and after a while, I got what I wanted — his cock in my mouth as a reward for being a good girl. I’ve always loved how he can enjoy me so casually, effortlessly using my body however he likes, even in the calm moments before the storm of a busy evening. It’s such a simple exchange, but one that feels deeply satisfying every time. Today’s video is a glimpse into our everyday dynamic — the moments of quiet submission that feel just as powerful as the intense scenes. I hope you enjoy this one as much as we did filming it.
This morning, before some guests arrived, Master and I had a bit of quiet time together. I tried on an outfit combination — something I knew would please him — and got down on all fours in front of the couch while he relaxed with Netflix. Sometimes it’s the simple things that feel the most intimate, just being there, being his decoration, waiting for his approval. There’s something so satisfying about knowing I’m serving him, even in moments like this when it’s not about intense scenes or discipline, but just existing for his pleasure. That’s the essence of our dynamic, really. Whether we’re playing or just spending the day together, it’s always about serving him in whatever way he needs.
It’s funny how something as simple as hair color can change the way you see yourself. A few months ago, after our subscribers voted for it, I bleached my hair blonde. There was this thrill in the air, this feeling of transformation that excited me — the idea that I was submitting not only to your desires but also to something that would alter my appearance in such a striking way. Changing my hair felt like a form of body modification, and I knew that in our dynamic, my body is a canvas for my Owner’s desires.
At first, I was excited by the change. Bleaching my hair, becoming someone different for a while, was like a physical manifestation of my submission — of giving up control in another, deeply personal way. It was a chance to embody the fantasy for those who adore the blonde, the idea of it fitting into a certain image of the submissive, the doll, the plaything. And of course, Master didn’t hate the blonde on me.
But I couldn’t deny that something felt… off. As much as I wanted to immerse myself in this new look, to fully embrace it for both Him and you all, the blonde never truly resonated with me. It felt foreign, like wearing a mask that didn’t fit quite right. I’ve always felt a deep connection with my natural color — something creamy and rich, somewhere between dark blonde and light brunette. It’s the color that reflects who I am beneath all the roles I play: the submissive, the slut, the lover, and the friend.
After a while, I realized I didn’t feel entirely confident with the blonde. Instead of feeling empowered by the change, I found myself looking in the mirror and yearning for the familiarity of my natural hair, for something that made me feel more grounded. It was as if my true self was hiding beneath that layer of bleach. It didn’t help that blonde, to me, is a color associated with someone else — not the Lou I’ve come to love and embrace in this journey of submission and self-discovery.
When I expressed these feelings to my Owner, He listened, as He always does. Even though He didn’t hate the blonde, He saw how much more alive and confident I became when I talked about going back to my natural color. He understood that while I am here to serve and to modify myself in ways that bring Him pleasure, it’s also important for me to feel authentic in my submission. To feel like I’m offering the truest version of myself.
So we made the decision together to go back to what feels right. To let my hair reflect who I am beneath the role I play — creamy dark blonde, light brunette, somewhere in that natural realm that makes me feel like me. And the transformation back felt like a homecoming. With every stroke of the dye brush, it was as though I was shedding a layer of skin that didn’t belong, revealing something more real, more comfortable.
The first time I saw myself in the mirror with my natural hair again, I felt a wave of relief and happiness. This is who I am, I thought. This is how I feel sexy, confident, and most true to myself. And while this journey of submission often involves altering myself to meet my Master’s desires, it’s moments like this where we find balance — where my preferences and comfort also matter.
That’s not to say I’m not open to change. In fact, I love the idea of trying out new looks and styles for Him. My hair is an extension of my submission, and if Master wants me to experiment with colors or cuts in the future, I’ll do it with pride. Whether He wants to see me as a fiery redhead, a raven-haired temptress, or something entirely different, I’ll embrace it with excitement. Because in the end, it’s not really about the color of my hair — it’s about the act of giving myself to His will, of embodying the fantasy in whatever form He desires.
For now, though, I’m happy with this change. I feel like myself again — grounded, confident, and ready to continue this journey with my natural hair. And who knows what the future holds? Perhaps in a few months, we’ll find ourselves exploring something completely new once again.
I did it! 😍 Back to my natural color and it feels so good. I couldn’t be happier with the results. Feeling much more like myself again now. Master may have liked me as a blonde, but I can’t help but feel so much sexier this way. Can’t wait to present my new look properly in a video later today 😘
Waking up to Fiona’s presence beside me creates a special energy, a thrilling sense of shared anticipation that ignites my desires for the day ahead.
As I stirred awake, the soft murmur of our bodies shifting in the cozy oversized t-shirts enveloped me in a comforting embrace. I felt the heat radiating from Master, still nestled in bed. The excitement coursing through me was palpable, a delicious reminder of the pleasures that awaited us. I could sense that today would be filled with intimacy and submission, and the thought made my heart race.
The atmosphere shifted as Master’s voice broke the morning silence. He casually ordered me to get him some coffee while Fiona took her turn pleasing him. I watched her eagerly lean forward, taking him into her mouth, and it filled me with a sense of pride and arousal to witness another submissive devoted to his pleasure.
With a rush of excitement, I hopped out of bed and padded to the kitchen. Every movement felt charged with purpose.
Returning to the bedroom with the mugs, I was greeted by the sight of Fiona still devotedly sucking his cock. It was intoxicating to witness her submission, and I couldn’t help but admire her dedication. She was doing better and better each time she came over to train and play with us.
When it was my turn, I eagerly leaned in, sliding my body against his, feeling the heat of his arousal. The thrill of grinding my pussy against his hard cock was a reward for my obedience, a reminder that my submission earned me delightful experiences. Every thrust was a delicious mix of power dynamics, reinforcing my role as his devoted slave, yearning to serve him in every way possible.
Fiona’s presence added an exhilarating layer to the morning, blending friendship and a playful sense of competition. It deepened our bond as we both surrendered to Master’s desires, each moment heightening the intimacy we shared.
Sweet mornings with Fiona remind me that pleasure is best when shared, and servitude is a journey best traveled together. I can’t wait for more mornings like this — filled with laughter, lust, and the sweet satisfaction of serving Master 🖤
Waking up with Fiona for the first time had me eager to start the day — and even more eager to serve Master. There’s something incredibly hot about taking turns to please him, knowing our devotion only fuels his pleasure. I could feel my reward coming as Fiona sucked his cock, and by the time I got my hands on him, I was desperate to grind my wet pussy against his hardness.
There’s no better way to start the morning than by sharing Master’s cock with another good little slut.
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Tonight’s session was something that took us both to a new place. The “breeding” scenario is a somewhat secret kink of mine, but honestly, it’s not something my Master was ever really into or curious about. This was the first time we fully dived into it.
I was already dripping with anticipation before the session even began. The thought of being rented out, of being nothing more than a breeding pet for a strange man, was enough to have me worked up all morning. My mind kept racing, picturing how my body would be presented, how I would be stripped, used, and left ready for my next owner. I was so in my head about it that when it was time to present myself, I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks. The moment Master looked at me, I knew I was already his completely. Every inch of me was on display, especially my ass, which I take so much pride in. I’ve been training it hard, and I love showing it off for him. He appreciates it, too — I can always see it in his eyes when I bend over, presenting it like the good slut I am.
When I slowly stripped off the gray dress, teasing him with each movement, it felt like I was peeling away layers of my control until I was left with only my mask, collar, stockings, and heels. Those final pieces — especially the heavy collar — ground me in my submission. It’s as if everything else disappears, and all that remains is my role, my purpose. And today, that purpose was clear: I was a breeding pet, not just for Master but for someone else, too. The thought of being rented out like that, being passed from one man to another for my body, was intoxicating. The vulnerability of it, the complete surrender to being used for breeding, made my whole body tingle with arousal.
Master began preparing me, caressing my skin, letting his hands glide over every curve of my body. I love it when he touches me like this, mixing gentleness with control. His hands were firm but tender, showing me that while I was to be used, I was still cherished in his own way. That combination — being manhandled but also caressed with care — hits me every time. It’s part of what makes submission so satisfying for me. I don’t just want to be fucked; I want to be shown that I am valuable, even as a slut, even as a pet.
As the session continued, I could feel myself slipping into subspace. I was his to use, and that’s all that mattered. I loved the way he looked at me, like I was some prized possession, a perfect pet being groomed for someone else. I begged him, called myself his breeding pet, told him how much I needed to be filled. And though this wasn’t his usual kink, I could tell how much it turned him on to see me like this, so eager, so completely lost in the moment. He fucked me hard, driving into me over and over, and the feeling of his cock inside me made everything else fade away. My mind was only on him, on the pleasure, on being used for exactly what I was made for.
I loved every second of it. I loved how his hands gripped my body, how he pushed me down and made me suck his dick, how he made sure I knew my place. And then, when he came inside me, filling me up, it felt like the final confirmation that I was exactly what I was meant to be — his breeding pet. The creampie was hot, but it was also a little scary in that thrilling way I crave. The thought that I could be pregnant now, that this could be the moment everything changes, adds such a delicious layer of risk to the fantasy. It makes the entire scenario that much more intense.
After Master was done with me, he led me to the cage. I was still covered in his cum, still coming down from the high of being bred. The thin metal bars of the cage felt cool against my skin as I knelt inside, waiting to be claimed by someone else. There’s something so final, so humbling, about ending a session like this in my cage. It’s not just about the physical submission; it’s a mental reminder of my role, my place in this dynamic. I’m here to serve, to be used, and to wait for my next owner. > Lou: Master may still not have a breeding kink, but by the end, I could tell he enjoyed this experience just as much as I did. Maybe it was the way my body has been shaping up, or maybe it was seeing me so eager, so hungry for his attention. Either way, I think we both discovered something new about ourselves tonight. I’ve always loved the risk, the thrill of being bred, but seeing Master embrace it, too, made it all the more intense.
Now, I’m left wondering… Did I get pregnant? The thought still lingers in the back of my mind, making the memory of the session even hotter. And I can’t stop thinking about that other man, about being ready and waiting for him in my cage. There’s so much anticipation still building, even after it’s all over. But that’s the thing about this dynamic. It never really ends, does it? The scene might be finished, but the feelings, the submission, the sense of being owned — it stays with me, keeps me in that space long after the session is done.
Tonight, I’m going to bed feeling satisfied but also craving more. Being a breeding pet has always been one of my deepest fantasies, and now that it’s real, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to let it go. It’s not just about being fucked or bred; it’s about being used for something bigger, something more meaningful. And I can’t wait to see where that leads us next.
In today’s Story Post, I step into the role of a breeding pet — a kink I’ve personally always found really exciting. There’s something about the idea of being claimed, bred, and used purely for someone else’s pleasure that taps into a very primal part of me. For this video, I’m blindfolded in a tight, shiny outfit — heels, my faux-leather stockings, and red lipstick, giving off a look that’s both submissive and seductive.
Throughout the clip, I’m showing off my body, especially my ass, which gets plenty of attention. Ass play and teasing always make me feel extra submissive, so there’s a lot of focus there. 🍑💦 As much as I love the idea of being bred, it’s not just about the act itself — it’s the build-up, the anticipation, the teasing. The thought of being led into a cage, claimed and owned… It’s a deep, intimate feeling, more than just a physical experience.
This kink has always had a personal pull for me — it’s about surrendering completely, giving up control, and embracing the role of being bred purely for someone else’s pleasure.
I hope you will enjoy watching it as much as I enjoyed filming it. ❤️
Yesterday, you got to see me trying on and showing off my new shiny gloves in that little Outfit Presentation. I’ve been absolutely loving them — and my Owner can’t get enough either! But what about you? Did you love the new shiny gloves? Should I wear them more often?
I couldn’t wait to slip into these new gloves — something about shiny material makes everything feel even dirtier, doesn’t it? Completely exposed, except for my mask, heels, and stockings, I felt utterly at the mercy of my desires. As soon as I slid those gloves on, I couldn’t help but touch myself, feel the slickness against my skin, and imagine what it would feel like for someone else to do the same… 🔥
The way I teased my body, knowing that every inch of me was being watched and enjoyed, sent shivers down my spine. With each caress, I felt even more needy and eager to present myself fully, to offer up my slutty body for pleasure. It’s both funny and interesting at the same time how something as simple as gloves can make me feel even more like a submissive toy, ready to be used…
There’s something so delicious about being completely bare… except for a few carefully chosen accessories. My mask, stockings, heels — and these brand-new shiny gloves. Just sliding them on made me feel even more slutty, like my body was even more of a gift to be unwrapped and enjoyed. The way the material gleams in the light, how it feels when I caress my skin… I can’t get enough. Every inch of me is here for the taking. Are you ready to indulge in this view? 🔥
This week, we have three extra exciting and naughty videos lined up for you :
First, this week’s Story Post is called “Breeding Pet”. This custom video was so much fun to create! Sold as a breeding pet, I present myself in the most tempting way possible—stripping down, teasing, and begging to be bred. Every touch, every command has me desperate to be taken home. I love playing with these intense fantasies, especially when it comes to something as primal as the breeding kink. Doug, this one’s for you! Enjoy watching me in all my needy glory, ready to be mounted and claimed.
Next, we have an Outfit Presentation for you: shiny gloves always bring a different kind of energy, don’t they? In this clip, I try on my newest pair of gorgeous, shiny gloves and show off every inch of them. It’s more than just a try-on—it’s an experience. I love how they feel, how they look, and how they add that special touch to my performance. Watch as I slowly tease you, letting you take in every moment. Do these gloves do the trick for you too?
And last, but certainly not least, we spend a sweet morning with Fiona. She stayed over last night, and mornings like these are everything. We start the day just like any other—two slaves serving and pleasing our Master—but there’s something especially intimate about these moments. It’s not just obedience, it’s about connection. In this clip, you’ll see us in the morning light, tending to our duties while savoring the special moments that make this lifestyle so meaningful. Fiona and I may have a routine, but trust me, nothing about it is ever ordinary.
Here’s a little sneak peek of today’s intense session 😈 These pictures were taken at different moments – before the action began, just as it started, and after everything was over. I was fully restrained in leather cuffs, spreader bar, and my blind mask, leaving me completely helpless in front of my Master. He had me in a lace corset and faux leather stockings, with shiny gloves to match, and let’s just say… things escalated fast 🔥😏
I was dripping with anticipation, completely at his mercy, knowing there was no way out of it. Each click of the cuffs, every slight tug on the spreader bar, just pulled me deeper into submission.
The full Story Post will go live tonight, and believe me, it’s one of our wildest sessions yet. You won’t want to miss how things played out when the real fun began 😈💦
Hey loves! It’s time for the next chapter in my waist training journey, and this one’s a bit of a rollercoaster. So, you guys know I’ve been obsessed with Luxx Curves, but they’ve unfortunately gone out of business, leaving me to hunt for the next best thing. After some searching, I found the YIANNA waist trainer on Amazon, which has been getting rave reviews, and I thought, why not give it a shot?
Here’s the thing — ordering it wasn’t as straightforward as I’d hoped. I measured my waist, which is now down to 75 cm (can we just pause for a moment and appreciate that’s 12 cm less than when I started?! ), and according to the size chart, I should be an XL. Well… guess what? It was WAY too big. Like, it almost felt like I could fit a second me in there.
So, I went down a size, and then down again until finally, the size M fit me perfectly. Seriously, the sizing on this one is a little strange, but I guess it worked out in the end! The trainer itself? Not bad. I’m actually kind of into the sleek black latex look — it’s giving me major “sexy doll” vibes, which, let’s be honest, is exactly the point.
But can we talk about the progress for a second? Looking at how far I’ve come since I first started, it’s crazy! I remember when I could barely breathe in a size L, and now here I am in a medium, feeling more and more like the doll my Owner is sculpting me to be. This waist training journey has been full of challenges, but honestly, it’s one of my favorite things because it’s about more than just looks. It’s about discipline, self-improvement, and the subtle daily reminder of my place, much like wearing my day collar.
There’s something so satisfying about the gentle pressure of the waist trainer, keeping me in check throughout the day. It’s that mix of discomfort and control that I find so addicting. Every time I put it on, I feel a little more “in role,” a little more like the doll I strive to become. I can’t deny, the feeling of tightening the hooks, getting closer to that hourglass shape, and knowing it pleases my Master — it’s such a rush.
I’m curious to hear what you guys think of this new trainer. I’ll definitely be wearing it for a while, so you’ll get plenty of updates. Also, shoutout to everyone who’s been keeping up with these posts — do you still enjoy following along with my waist training journey? Let me know if you want to see more detailed updates, or if there’s something specific you’d like to know about the process!
Thanks for following along, and here’s to getting even closer to that perfect doll shape, one waist trainer at a time.
Tonight was something special… Fiona stayed over, and you know when she’s around, things always get a little more fun. We spent most of the evening giggling like schoolgirls, cozy and comfortable in the bedroom, but of course, Sir had other plans for how our night should end before bed.
Master walked in, already knowing exactly what we’d been up to, hearing our laughter through the door. He reminded us of how much we’d already played with his cock today, but that didn’t stop him from wanting one last session before bed. Honestly, I think he just couldn’t resist the sight of us two together, and who could blame him?
I was the first to get down on all fours on the mattress, his cock filling my mouth as soon as I got into position. Fiona didn’t waste any time either. Without being asked, she put her hand on the back of my head, pushing me down deeper. Sir immediately noticed and commented, “Look at you, Fiona!” I love that subtle dominance she has — it’s different from Master’s authority, but it’s there, and I kind of melt for it in my own way. As I sucked, she toyed with my ponytail, pulling at my hair like she always does when we’re together. There’s something about the way she does it that feels so natural, like she knows exactly how to push me deeper into submission.
Then Sir told us to switch, and it was Fiona’s turn to suck him off. I softly rested my hand on her back, gently guiding her head but with so much less force than she used on me. That’s the thing — she’s got that streak of control, while I’m all passive and submissive. I caressed her back, feeling the way her body moved with every suck. I might have been soft, but I still loved watching her in action.
Then came the fun part — transferring Sir’s cock between our tongues. Classic. Fiona passed it to me, our mouths barely brushing, and then I passed it back to her. It’s such a dirty little thing, but so intimate at the same time. There’s something so hot about sharing like that, like we’re both part of something bigger than just the act itself.
While she had his cock again, I turned around and presented my ass, giving Sir a view of what he’d be missing while Fiona worked him over. I could feel his eyes on me, and it made me arch my back just a little more, knowing he was appreciating the sight. And then, just like clockwork, he told Fiona to do the same. We both turned, shaking our asses in sync for him, teasing him with the very thing we knew he loved.
After a few seconds of that, we turned our heads and wished Sir goodnight, though I had a feeling it wasn’t over yet. We’d probably end up cuddling in bed for a while, maybe watching a movie if Sir let us. Honestly, we were good girls tonight, so he’s letting us sleep in the bed with him, but who knows where we’ll end up next time? If we misbehave, the cage or the dog bed might be our sleeping spot. But tonight, we were well-behaved, and being rewarded with warmth and cuddles feels just right.
I’m sure we’ll be awake for a little longer… but for now, goodnight from the three of us. ✨
I fucked up again, guys… and again, it was with the damn vape 😭 it seems like I hadn’t really learned my lesson when Master taught me last time. But today’s punishment, I definitely won’t forget anytime soon…
I can still feel the burn on my skin. It’s like a permanent reminder of my own disobedience. It started with something so small — a single drag from our vape without asking. It seemed harmless at the time, just a brief moment of indulgence, but deep down, I knew the price I would have to pay.
The moment I confessed, I could feel the weight of my mistake settling in. Sir didn’t need to say much. The air around us shifted, thick with tension, and I knew what was coming. Before I could even process it, his hand connected with my ass — sharp, hard, and unrelenting. I felt the heat immediately, that sting spreading through my body like fire. My heart was racing, and each slap reminded me of the weight of my disobedience. It wasn’t just the physical pain that hit me; it was the disappointment I could sense in him.
I barely had a moment to catch my breath before he grabbed his phone and started recording. I knew exactly why — he wanted me to see it, to truly feel it. The red, angry imprints of his hand burned into my skin, standing out like a map of my mistakes. The pain was intense, maybe the hardest spanking I’ve ever endured, and the vulnerability of having it documented only heightened everything.
And then he asked, “What happened?” I couldn’t lie, couldn’t deflect. In that moment, all I could do was own my mistake. As I explained how I took the vape, my voice trembled — whether from pain or guilt, I don’t know. But what I do know is that this punishment… it was something I’ll never forget.
It’s strange how in moments like these, even through the pain, I feel closer to him. Every slap, every reminder of my place, is just another way of him showing me that he cares enough to correct me. My ass is still burning as I write this, and honestly, I know it’s deserved. I might not always like the consequences, but I trust him with every fiber of my being. And that’s what makes this dynamic so powerful.
I wonder how long the marks will last this time… maybe I’ll sneak a look in the mirror later, and maybe I’ll remember them every time I sit down for the next days.
This week on Doe Eyes, things are heating up with some exciting content! You all voted for the Community Vid Wish, and I’m thrilled to finally bring it to you. In this intense session, I’ll be blindfolded and have my hearing muffled with headphones, completely losing my sense of control while being heavily restrained with leather cuffs, a spreader bar, and chains. Master will lead me around like his pet, teasing me with the wand until I’m pushed to the edge, barely able to take the overstimulation. And when he’s done teasing, he’ll take his pleasure by fucking me, of course.
We’re also welcoming my hot friend Fiona for her very first sleepover with us! I’m so excited to have her here, but I’m wondering if we’ll get the privilege of sleeping in Sir’s bed or if we’ll end up locked in the cage or dog bed instead. Either way, it’s going to be a night to remember.
Finally, I’ve got a little Waist Trainer Update for you! I’ve received a new black latex waist trainer from a brand I haven’t tried before, and I’m eager to see if it fits well and lives up to my expectations. Stay tuned!
I didn’t feel like the perfect, slutty version of myself today. No short dress, no heels, no sexy lingerie underneath… just my comfiest sweatpants, hoodie, and sneakers. It’s funny, I couldn’t help but wonder if our subscribers would even enjoy this side of me. I wasn’t all dolled up, wasn’t looking like the submissive slut I usually am, but here we were. Out for a simple Sunday walk, and I still knew Master might ask me to show off. He always does, no matter what I’m wearing.
When he gave the order, I felt a little nervous. It wasn’t about the usual thrill of being exposed — it was the idea of doing it when I wasn’t dressed to impress. Would people even like seeing me like this? But that’s part of what makes it so hot, right? Being told to strip down and present myself, even when I don’t feel my most seductive. It reminds me that it’s never about the clothes or the makeup… it’s about how much I belong to him.
There’s always that tiny rush when I think about who might see me, even out here, and that familiar mix of embarrassment and excitement took over. I think that’s why I love it so much. Even on days when I’m just dressed for comfort, he pushes me to be the slut I truly am. No excuses, no hiding behind outfits or glam.
So here’s to a happy, kinky Sunday … comfy or slutty, it doesn’t really matter, does it?
