Selina's Mansion (2nd House)

2nd account. More content in the original one.

[domselina2]

[domselina2]

[domselina2]

[domselina]

“I think it’s enough bathing for now. Come to my boudoir”

“Yes my lady!”

[domselina]

“I can’t believe she made me wear this… in front of everyone… I feel like a total slut! She’s wicked.”

“I’m so exposed… and now I’m throbbing. What the hell is wrong with me!?.. Fuck! I can’t even pretend I’m not into this! This is so embarrassing!”

[domselina]

[domselina]

Liam and Steve didn’t score high enough to be released by their supervisor, but just enough to serve. So while they stayed locked in her domain, they were granted a rare, bittersweet privilege: : to wash her divine form, each droplet a reminder of what they could never claim.

[domselina]

He took off the thong when she told him to, the tan lines still fresh on his skin after a full day on the beach. The cage stayed on, of course. And yet, as he walked toward the shower she said she’d supervise, he looked back at her with a quiet confidence, full of knowing. He wasn’t challenging her authority, she had that, and he loved it, but he also knew what his body did to her.

She could give the orders. She could punish him, But he could see it in her eyes. Even locked, he was irresistible. And that’s exactly how he liked it: to be commanded, objectified… and eventually, used.

[itsmyoldboyfriend]

Gary Lucy, Cristian Solimeno, Nathan Constance, & Daniel Schutzmann

[domselina]

The view

[domselina]

“That look again? Cute. Save it for your spanking. To the corner now—hands behind your back. I guess it’s time-out for the Bad Cop”

[domselina]

At our House, students balanced college, house chores, physical training, and skill development, to keep them busy and productive. Some mastered dance under the guidance of their supervisor. Those who advanced were chosen to perform at a talent show. Every step was crafted by their supervisor—refined, timed, sharpened. The pressure was real; they knew exactly what disappointing Joan entailed. There was no exit or costume change after their performance—just the realization, as they stood among the others, that this, too, was part of the plan.

[hotmenbooties]

[polesomethots]

[domselina2]