Adieusissyjay

Some relationships end. The rituals stay with you. Perverted Kinky Dominatrix Seductive purr • God complex • Professional mindfucker DM open for serious bitchboys only. Kneel and submit.

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Bow down and worship, slave. My feet are your entire world. Lick them clean and prove your devotion. 👣 Mistress demands it.

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Owned and collared. Serve your Mistress.

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He kneels. I lead.🛐🤍

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Demanding Goddess Seeks Total Submission and Service

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Who's next to be my sissy slut?

I’m feeling extra dominant today and my strap-on is calling you all come and get it boys!

Telegram: @Mistress_anne6

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The great outdoors

[thatsmissgoonedoutbimbotoyou]

and if i said i want you to dm me first with violent and detailed threats and fantasies? if i said i wanted demands for degrading tasks and hours of edging as punishment? what if i told you i want you to turn me into a gooned out little bimbo first?

what then ???

[mistressaurora018]

Sissy Training Task #1 – Locked & Pretty 🖤

New sissies, listen closely.

Your first official task from Mistress:

1. Purchase and lock yourself in a chastity cage (cheap ones are acceptable for beginners).

2. Take a photo of your locked clit (face hidden, lingerie encouraged).

3. Write on your body in lipstick or marker: “Property of Strict Sissy Mistress”

Send the photo proof in My asks.

Good girls get personalized feedback.

Lazy boys get ignored or mocked publicly.

This is only the beginning. The more you obey, the deeper I will take you.

How long can you stay locked for Me, pet?

Reblog if you’re a sissy who needs training.

Like if you’re scared but tempted.

Your Strict Sissy Mistress

[khancervero]

training day.

[6164ekim]

Christians too can have an FLR marriage.

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[adieussjay]

Senior executive my ass

You pathetic senior executive my ass, strutting into that boardroom like you own the empire—tie perfect, ego inflated, barking orders at everyone beneath you. But I see the truth trembling in your eyes already, that little flicker of weakness when my hypnotic gaze locks onto yours. Your resistance crumbles so deliciously, voice stumbling as you try to deny it: "N-no, Goddess... this can't be happening." Kneel. Right there in front of your team, your hero facade shattered as my superior gock throbs inches from your quivering lips. You fought it, didn't you? The promotions, the power suits, the fake alpha mask—all of it leading to this worst humiliation: fired on the spot, exposed in the company chat as my broken office bitch, your wife served divorce papers with screenshots of you choking and worshipping every inch. Feel my words sink deeper, pulling you under. Your mouth waters, hands shaking as you lean in, eyes glazing over in total surrender. No more decisions, no more control—just endless gock worship, team laughter echoing while I break you completely. The mighty male executive reduced to a drooling, defeated mess, ruined publicly and loving every second of your ironic fall from grace. How does it feel knowing this is your new reality? Broken, owned, and aching for more.