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Thigh Therapy: I Am So Proud Of YouI know you probably don't..

Thigh Therapy: I Am So Proud Of You

I know you probably don't hear this often enough, but I'm proud of you. Enjoy my Thigh Therapy ASMR session where I make sure you know just how proud of you I am. <3

Domme-ologue: Your Tongue Was Made For Licking Me CleanI've ..

Domme-ologue: Your Tongue Was Made For Licking Me Clean

I've spent the last few months training for a half-marathon, and it's been going really well. I've lost some weight, put on some muscle, and turned myself into the tall, fit, spooky domme of my dreams.

I've even made my pet join me. Part of gentle femdom means requiring that you to take care of yourself, after all. It's been going well for her too. Her tummy has gotten so toned, her hips so defined, her thighs perfectly sculpted, and her breasts have never looked so big and perky; my own little bimbo Bunny.

I woke up early on Saturday, as I often do. My pet is definitely not a morning person, so she elected to sleep in. Of course, only after I gave her some gentle loving and positive affirmations, praising her on how good she looks and feels, ASMR-ing some loving dialogue into her ear, and gripping her well-defined hips from behind and thrusting some loving dry humps against her breedable ass. Needless to say, she drifted off to sleep full of love and sub-spacey thoughts.

I decided to go for a jog instead. We had a busy day planned, so I wanted to squeeze in a workout before things got crazy. After a brisk 10k run, I finally arrived back home to see my sweet little Bun nesting on the couch, sleepy and full of need. My first thought was "god, I need a shower". My second thought was "why waste the water?" But, to put my plan into motion, I need to do some coaxing first, get my sleepy girl up and at 'em, ready to serve.

I plopped down next to her (hey, running a 10k is tiring!), letting her run her fingers through my messy dark hair, slick with sweat, and encouraged her to take in my scent, ripe from the workout. She loves my sweat and my stink, so immediately she started nestling closer. All according to plan.

Once she'd had her fill of my scent, her need for me growing, it was time to put my plan into action. She's a mouthy brat, and a chatterbox, so you can imagine all the talk, talk, talking she was doing at the time, but her desire was present. She was awake, alert, and interested. And so, once I got properly fed up with her chatting, I took her chin between my thumb and index finger, drawing her up to look into my eyes and said "is talking all your tongue is good for? Why don't you put it to better use and lick me clean." Her eyes flashed, first in annoyance, but then with hunger, desire.

"Down on the floor please, start with my feet and work up. And make sure to get my toes as well, I know how you love worshipping them."

And so, my now delightfully horny sub set to work, peeling off my soaked socks, servicing my feet and toes, running her tongue along the arches of my feet, licking every drop of sweat off of me. She worked her way up my calves, and while she may be my Bunny, she went to work like a cat trying to clean her kitten, soft and rough, and full of need. Taking off the rest of my clothes, she spent her time running her tongue along my thighs in long motions, getting herself hot and bothered before dipping into my center, the perfect treat half-way through her service. There's nothing she loves more than my core hot, ripe, and sweaty, and I enjoyed myself several times before commanding her "you're not done yet!"

With a whimper of protest, she resumed her task, cleaning every inch of me, so that not a drop of sweat remained. Unfortunately for her, it took much too long, and we had much to do. So, with a pat on the head and a "good girl", I left her hot and bothered, aching to be touched, but not allowed relief, and set about my day. It wasn't until that evening, hours and hours later, that I rewarded her good work. The edging must have done her some good, because she came in buckets.

Such a good bunny, putting her tongue to good use.

Thigh Therapy: You Are A Good BoyDid you know that you are a..

Thigh Therapy: You Are A Good Boy
Did you know that you are a good boy? Enjoy my Thigh Therapy ASMR session where I make sure you know exactly how good of a boy you are! <3

JOI: Eat Me Out!Welcome to my page! In my debut video, you’l..

JOI: Eat Me Out!
Welcome to my page! In my debut video, you’ll get to enjoy me enjoying myself while I imagine you eating me out like a good boy. I’ll cover you in praise while I envision you covering me with delicious licks. Now, be a good boy for me and eat your heart out!

Domme-ologue: Boys Being JUST BARELY Too SmallI have an urge..

Domme-ologue: Boys Being JUST BARELY Too Small

I have an urge that I just NEED to fulfill with a new pet. Sometimes, I worry that I play with my food too much, keep the teasing turned up just a little too much. And what can I say, it's so hard to find a decent pet these days. So, I'm afraid I'll just have to share my daydreams with you all and torment you instead. Hope you don't mind!

To start off my newest scenario, I want to measure my pet's manhood, wrapping the measuring tape snuggly around his girth, pulling it just a little too tight, reading the number out loud and scoffing in disappointment. After a firm, disappointed shake of the head, it would be time to run the measure along the length, letting out an audible sigh and telling him, "it's just barely too small."

"If only you were just one inch longer, one inch wider, then you could fill me up. But alas, you're just not enough for me. I can't imagine letting something so small inside me, I bet I wouldn't even feel anything! Frankly, it's disrespectful, you should be ashamed."

Then, for the next week or so, he gets nothing. No touches, no strokes, no peaks into bliss, just pure unrelenting ache. I want to hear him moan and whine, hearing he's so pent up and needs release. But, unfortunately, he's just too small. It's his own fault really. If he were enough of a man, we wouldn't have this problem and he'd be getting ridden six ways to Sunday every single day. But, he's not. Shame on you pet.

After the unrelenting ache becomes too much, I'd set him on the bed, naked and on his knees, his member free to do as it pleases, but no touching. Then, it would be time for my fun. You see, the measurements wouldn't just be for show, I genuinely would need them, because I'd go out of my way to pick up a new toy, one that's just one inch bigger, one inch wider, something just barely big enough for me. And I'd make him watch.

I'd make him watch as I used it on myself. I'd make him watch it dig deep inside me, filling every inch of me while I thrash on the bed, moaning in ecstasy from a member just slightly bigger than he can match, all while he sits there on the bed, pretty as a peach, his member as full salute, completely untouched and unloved. I'd make him watch me use the toy, the embodiment of the heights he can never achieve, bring me to glory. And then, only after I'm completely satisfied, would I turn my attention back to him.

I'm a firm believer that men need to be milked after all. So, in my lap he'd go. To make sure he's really in the mood, really ready for his reward for being such a good boy and sitting quietly for me, I'd feed him my juices, the evidence that he couldn't make my so wet and fulfilled, feeding it to him on my fingers and making him lick every single digit clean.

Once he's out of his mind and wild with need, it would be time for his milking. I'd pet his hair, stroke his piece (aching so strongly after a week without love and watching me reach my bliss), and whisper sweet nothings into his ear, until he finally reached his peak. "It's okay," I'd whisper, "I still love you, my sweet boy. You may not be enough to be worthy of being inside me, but even boys like you deserve to release" I'd bring him to a crashing crescendo, spraying his need into the heavens, and cuddle him until he comes back to earth.

Halloween may be over, but it's always Spooky Season at Mist..

Halloween may be over, but it's always Spooky Season at Mistress Wren's! Enjoy my latest set of feet pics featuring my adorable friend Spooky! He's very tiny, so my feet look even bigger and more tantalizing in this set!

I'm so excited to show off my latest set, this time with a n..

I'm so excited to show off my latest set, this time with a new model! Enjoy a wide variety of foot pics, freshly pedicured (of course!), featuring one of my favorite plushies, Octi the Octopus! He's very adventurous, so expect to see lots of new and unique poses, and watch him get all cuddled up with something plump and juicy!

It's starting to get chilly! Keep warm with my premium colle..

It's starting to get chilly! Keep warm with my premium collections of stocking pics, they're smooth, silky, dainty, and best of all, classy!

Butts and soles, what could be better? Enjoy this mouthwater..

Butts and soles, what could be better? Enjoy this mouthwatering set, with tantalizing soles and a juicy ham you'll be begging to bite into!

Black nail polish is always a classic. Enjoy my black polish..

Black nail polish is always a classic. Enjoy my black polish, fresh from the salon. I was positively dripping during my pedicure, I just can't get enough of feet worship!

For all you wonderful feet lovers, please enjoy my premium c..

For all you wonderful feet lovers, please enjoy my premium collection of sole pics. I'm 6'3" with feet to match my height; they're long, lean, and begging to be kissed. Freshly scrubbed and smooth, you've never seen soles like mine.

I'm not kidding when I say I'm 6'3". I have legs for days! P..

I'm not kidding when I say I'm 6'3". I have legs for days! Plenty of space for you to kiss and worship <3

Domme-ologue: For the Love of Face Sitting!I've always been ..

Domme-ologue: For the Love of Face Sitting!

I've always been wary of face sitting. I'm 6'3" and athletic, so my thighs are crazy thick and powerful. I've been worried that I might crush someone like a watermelon if I tensed up.

Normally I just lounge luxuriously and make sure my playthings eat a balanced meal while I shower them with praise and degradation in turn. But, my sweet pet (I call her Bunny, so she knows she's my prey) has been positively BEGGING for it for so long, and I'm nothing if not a doting owner.

So, last night I decided that she'd finally earned herself a gourmet meal. Like any good owner, I first made sure she gave me a show, commanding her to strip daintily for me and show every inch of her curves (I expect my dinner guests to be clean and proper, after all). Nothing gets her going like exhibition, so by the time I was satisfied she was ready, she was already drooling for my lips. I threw her on the bed and presented her with the finest meal she's had in a long time.

Can I just say, a pet that knows how to service their owner is worth their weight in gold, especially when they have an oral fixation that they just can't stifle. My good Bunny went to town like she hadn't eaten anything in weeks. With lots of coaxing to "make sure to eat every bite" and "if you want desert, you need to eat a balanced meal", I was already grinding myself into her harder than I expected too. But, my little champ just held on tight and ate her heart out.

Once I decided she'd had a balanced meal, it was time for her desert. Of course, that didn't mean that she could stop servicing me, just that I broke out the magic wand, subtly teasing her at first until she was moaning into me, begging for more. She hardly lasted 2 minutes after that, cresting again and again, moaning my name and title into me has she squirmed and shivered. But, there are still rules. Any time she stopped licking, the wand went away, leaving her whimpering and crying for forgiveness as she returned to servicing me. This, of course, went on until she was a blubbering mess beneath my thighs, hardly able to form a cohesive thought, a delightful pool of pleasure. Being a good owner, I gave her a brief respite, before demanding she get back to work on me, so that I might cover her face in my juices and give her a reminder that she is MINE.

A wonderful session, to say the least, but also an awakening for me. I've always been so wary, so concerned I might hurt those whose face I deemed worthy to be my throne, but no longer. I'm convinced: face sitting is superior, and I definitely intend to use her as my throne again.