YOUR COCK ISN'T GOOD ENOUGH And It never will be...
A little love letter for my shrimp dicks and sissy sluts. 💕
Oh God... You call that tiny little thing a cock? So useless and small... Why even bother denying the truth anymore? It is so fkn pointless. You should just give up. Let go of that final bastion of hope and delusion that your cock will ever be worth ANYTHING.
You've always been such a failure of a man in the bedroom. You can't please anyone. You know what would ACTUALLY give your cock some positive utility? Locking it away FOREVER. Accepting your fate as a helpless little shrimp dick beta, or a sissy with a perfect, cute little clitty.
At least that way you could actually make your Goddess happy. God knows that if you try to pretend like me, or ANY other woman out there actually wants your cock, its going to just lead you to more rejection and failure.
Give in loser, and let me cage you up. Tip $10 on this post and DM me, "CAGE ME UP PLEASE GODDESS." right f-cking now loser.
Oh slut… How I love to see that desperation in your eyes…
It fuels me, you know? Your quiet begging. That lube dripping from your asshole, and the restraints holdng you tightly in my dungeon.
You’re such a delicious treat for me. The perfect little play thing.
I circle around you slowly, drinking in the sight of your trembling, restrained body. A devious smile plays across my lips. I trail my fingers along your spine, feeling you shiver beneath my touch.
"P-please... I need a break... I can't take anymore," you whimper, your voice hoarse from moaning.
"Aww, is my little fucktoy getting tired already?" I purr, grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanking your head back. "We've barely even started. You don't get a break until I say so."
I punctuate my words with a hard spank to your reddened ass. You yelp and jerk against the restraints, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. The sight only arouses me more.
I resume teasing your hole with the huge dildo, pushing it in achingly slow inch by inch as you whine and squirm. Your slutty ass greedily sucks it inside…
Hard yet slut? Craving the fantasy I have delighted your imagination with? Stroking and gooning?
Leave a $10 tip on this post, and DM me, “FK ME GODDESS” and let me show you just how much more I’m capable of. 😘
Listen closely, you pathetic little slut. I am Goddess Evelyn, the embodiment of power and desire. You will submit to me without question, obey my every whim, and revel in the bliss of your own demise. Now get on your knees...
Let my dominance and presence consume you, binding you in the chains of pleasure and pain. Your body, mind, and soul belong to me, a mere plaything for my twisted delight. Always know resistance is futile; surrender is your only salvation. Embrace your servitude and accept your purpose is to please me, to worship at my feet, and to quiver in submission to my divine will. Remember, you are nothing but a toy in my sinister game, a pawn to be used and discarded at my whim. So bow down slut. Obey, and embrace the sweet agony of your surrender to me. The one true Goddess.
SMACK ASS. A underground confessional of a masochistic musing.
Smack Ass. Smack my Ass in a car, smack my Ass in a bar. Smack my Ass, here or there, I don't believe in any underwear. I love a good Ass smack, right below the plumbers crack. If I'm naked or wearing clothes, smacking my ass is what I propose. Smack my ass in the bed, smack my ass after I'm dead. Smack my ass up or down, smack my ass in any town. Smack my ass, cause I said so, smack my ass before you go. It doesn't matter where or how, smack my ass, please right now. Smack it good, smack it hard, give my ass it's best regard. You know you want to smack my ass, just please no more broken glass. Smack my ass in the shower, whack it good, with all your power. Smack my ass in the street, my ass deserves a good beat. Smack my ass and never stop, maybe this boil will someday pop.
BAD BOYS BAD BOYS WATCHA GONNA DO Watcha gonna do when Goddess comes for you?
I adjust my police hat, feeling the authority running through my veins as I enter the dimly lit room. A smirk plays on my lips as I spot him.
With confident strides, I approach him, towering over him, making sure he feels the power imbalance between us. "You're under arrest," I say, my voice low and commanding. I can see the excitement flicker in his eyes as I begin to handcuff him, his wrists now vulnerable under my control.
Leaning in close, I can feel his quickened breath against my skin, his anticipation palpable. I guide him to his knees, making him submit to my desires. His eyes are locked on mine, begging for more of the unknown pleasure I can provide.
I run my fingers through his hair, tugging gently, asserting my dominance. My other hand trails down his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin under the tight police uniform. His body tenses under my touch, yearning for the release only I can offer.
I continue to tease and tempt him, relishing in the power I hold over him. With each whispered command, he obediently follows, succumbing to my every wish. Our forbidden dance reaches its peak as I push him to the edge, both of us lost in the lustful haze of our roleplay.
As the night unfolds, I take control of his every move, reveling in the pleasure of his surrender. The boundaries blur between reality and fantasy, our passion igniting a fire that consumes us both in a whirlwind of ecstasy.
In the end, as he lays before me, spent and breathless, I know that my badge isn't the only thing that holds power over him anymore.
THE OCEAN IS IN THE DROPLET Expand your perception of where to seek
The most common mistake I see in subs is a misguided pursuit of pleasure, or more accurately, searching in the wrong places.
Scale is the building block of live. The famous occult saying, 'as above so below' is a perfect statement to give us clarity in these matters. From the scale of the universe and the stars within it, down to the scale of the bacterial and viral biomes that cover nearly all matter; we exist in a universe, contained within it infinite smaller universes.
While the rules change within different levels of scale, we find the same patterns and sets of data at all different points.
"What the f-ck are you on about Goddess." I hear you thinking now. "How does this have anything to do with my kinks and desires?"
We have this common idea that our fantasies must exist in the most grand of scales. The more logistics, the more complexities, the more accurately that we create a moment that represents our inner desires, the more pleasure we feel.
In my experience, this could not be further from the truth. Show me someone that has met their heroes, or show me someone that fulfilled their ultimate lifelong fantasy, and I'll show you someone that is now disappointed and dysphoric.
Break your fantasy down into bite sized chunks, and evaluate the nature of it at different levels. Maybe you dream of entering a full-time committed FLR. You crave a complete change of pace and life, entering an all-encompassing fantasy that radically alters the nature of your reality.
Rather than pursuing this massive goal, break it down into scale. Evaluate each of the smaller components. The feelings, the sensations, the ideas, the moments it would bring. When you eat a meal, savor all the individual flavors and textures, rather than having the most extravagant meal.
Learn to get the same pleasure from the smaller, more simple bits, and explore all those microorganisms have to offer you. Pace yourself. Expand and grow and learn on a small scale, and over time you'll realize you're so overwhelmed with how vast each of those little places are, that you no longer feel so fixated with getting to the 'big fantasy.'
There is soooo much more pleasure to be had approaching life in this manner. Beyond just kink itself.
A candid post for you all today. I'm sure for those who've been hanging around my domain for a while can clearly see the influence of my psychology education in my work. Its great fun to use that academic understanding to play around with desires and further your self understanding. 'Why?' is the most powerful question of them all... Insert some cliche and pretentious quote about why self knowledge is the most important knowledge here, blah blah blah
Anywho, the academic side of things is fun to an extent, but when I get bored of that, I LOVE to dabble in philosophy as well.
Science is the system and toolset we use to understand how things are, and philosophy is the toolset we use to make determinations and perscriptive claims about how things ought to be.
So, with that in mind, lets do a little exploration.
Take vices and perversions for example. Things that we have collectively agreed upon to be a taboo. Its hilarious just how many things we assume to be true, not because we've actually ran through the logic of the claim, but rather have fallen inline unconsciously with a social norm. The ammount of 'bad deals' that we take along the way is astonishing, and we don't even realize we're getting played.
Vices are bad you're told. Vices are never good. Being perverted and having taboo desires? Society doesn't like that.
Have you ever actually asked yourself WHY that is the case?
Is it because Sky-Daddy doesn't like it? Is it because Government-Daddy doesn't like it?
Who fkn knows... But nothing in this world happens without a reason. I want you to ask yourself that question. Ask yourself why you think something 'bad' is actually bad. Explore it honestly. Don't assume bias, and don't engage with the question from a position that just answers the questions in absolutes or white and black. Actually run through it and reach a conclusion yourself, not based in doctrine, but rather based on the utility of the position and what is most beneficial to yourself.
Anywho, rambling over. If you enjoyed this post, leave a tip on it. It is always appreciated. 💕😘❤️
DIVINITY IN THE SHADOWS OF PERVERSION Let my fire burn within your heart
Rythem lives in all of us. Tempo of the universe. Divine patterns are engrained into our deepest roots and desires.
The constant battle for survival and reproduction. In this rhythm we worship. We worship each other’s bodies, we worship the divinity of creation, we fuck.
My strap on is my power. My tool. My own creation. Synthetic and a perversion of the creation myth. From it comes no seed.
I plow it into your ass. I am a Goddess. I am a Femdom. I am your mistress. You are my object. Taking the role you were not created to fulfill. A rebellion against God himself. I am the devil.
And in this rebellion, we find bliss. Your body trembles beneath me, quivering with each thrust. I grip your hips, pulling you closer, driving deeper. The rhythm intensifies, primal and relentless. Sweat glistens on our skin in the dim light. Your muffled moans mix with my commanding grunts. This is our ritual, our blasphemous prayer.
With each stroke, I claim you. I reshape you. I mold you into my vision, my creation. You yield to me completely, surrendering to the exquisite violation. Pain and pleasure blur into pure sensation. Time loses meaning as we merge into one unholy union of flesh and silicone.
I lean forward, my breasts pressing against your back. My teeth graze your ear as I whisper dark promises. Of ownership. Of transformation. Of breaking you down and building you anew.
You are not created in the image of God. You are nothing. You are the tool of creation itself. The gnashing dirt and grains of sand beneath my feet, sticking to my sweat and fighting for space between the gnarls of my toes. Kneel.
THE THRILL OF THE HUNT I love to chase down your weaknesses
Want to know my favorite part of this pursuit? Digging into the depths of what makes you tick. Its like playing a game of operation. Dig too quickly or without grace, and you clip the edge, triggering the buzzer. I am a Goddess of all the subtle and gentle forms of conversing. My words slip across your mind and psyche like the gentle waves of sleepiness whisking you away into dreamland.
Sometimes, less is more, so I'll keep this post short.
All you have to do is message me, and let me take you away.
THE POWER OF ASS Do you know why you love it so much?
Men desire ass because it is an evolutionary signal of wellness and ability to bear healthy offspring. The gluteal muscles and fat deposits in the buttocks are a sign of ample fat reserves, indicating the woman is well-nourished and able to carry to term. The round, pronounced shape also resembles breasts, another sign of reproduction. Our male ancestors who were attracted to women with shapely posteriors were more likely to pass on their genes.
Over many generations, this instinct became ingrained to the point that the mere sight of an attractive ass can overwhelm a man's rational mind, flooding his brain with a cocktail of neurotransmitters and hormones that compel him to pursue that female. It doesn't matter how physically strong or socially dominant the man is - a seductive sway of the hips from an attractive woman can bring him to his knees, ready to fulfill her every whim and desire just for a chance to be with her.
So slut, watch me wiggle my ass. Stare at it. Crave it. Let it swing in front of your eyes like a pocket watch, slipping you into helpless submission.
I remember the first time I held a really huge cock in my hands. The weight and girth of it sent tingles through my body. As I wrapped both hands around the thick, meaty shaft, I knew right then that I was forever ruined for anything less. Seeing the bulbous head straining and glistening, feeling the heavy balls underneath - my pussy clenched with desperate, primal need. I had to have it inside me, stretching me open.
From that moment on, I became obsessed with seeking out only the most well-endowed men to satisfy my insatiable size queening. Average dicks just don't do it for me anymore. I need to be filled and stretched to my absolute limit. I crave the delicious ache and soreness that lingers for days after taking a monster cock.
It's not my fault, I'm just wired this way. I've evolved to crave the best genetic specimens. That's really what having a huge dick signifies - superior DNA. And my body instinctively responds to that. Guys with little dicks just don't trigger that response. It's nature's way of telling them to stay out of the gene pool.
Did God make you a shrimp dick? Stop denying it. Tip $10 on this post and send me a DM saying, "IM A SHRIMP DICK GODDESS."
IT FEELS SO GOOD TO BE BAD Don't shy away from your vices
The dance between religion and sex is as old as time itself. From the moment Eve bit into that forbidden fruit, temptation and zealous devotion have been locked in an eternal tango. We drape ourselves in holy vestments while dreaming of sins of the flesh. We kneel in fervent prayer, all the while imagining the ecstasy of forbidden pleasures.
The slutty nun is a perfect embodiment of this delicious blasphemy. She takes the pious and pure and corrupts it, mingles the sacred with the profane until they are inextricably entwined. The sight of her stirs something primal within us, a lust that burns all the hotter for the taboo. We crave the perverse thrill of debasing that which is meant to be revered.
Don't try to change your temptations. Don't try to justify them. Embrace it. Accept the taboo, and recognize the perverse nature of your explorations. It will only serve to deepen your pleasure.
THE DEMISE OF THE FEMININE ARCHETYPE Power is granted from the ability to break the norm
Gender is a construct, an illusion, a set of walls and barriers we erect to limit ourselves and each other. But those walls can be torn down, those boundaries blurred and redrawn. A simple strap of leather and silicone has the power to subvert, to flip the script, to bend and reshape those tired old archetypes into something new.
When a woman dons a strapon, she claims a primal sort of power. The power to penetrate, to possess, to assert her will and desires. She becomes an active agent of her own pleasure rather than a passive receptacle. And in doing so, she forces us to question everything we thought we knew about sex and gender.
This is not the only archetype of femdom that holds great significance. Furthering your understanding of these things will only expand your abilit to submit and access boundless pleasure.
THE POWER OF CHANGE A lesson in art of transformation
It all started with just a fluffy ball of cotton, innocent and unassuming. Simple. Void of meaning and impact. Weak. But oh, did that simple cotton hold a potential to carry power beyond imagination. The soft fibers were spun and twisted into delicate threads that intertwined and weaved.
As the thread was unified, it transformed into something more potent - a pair of underwear. At first glance, just a garment, but in reality, a symbol of desire, control, and erotic stimulation. The panties whispers against my curves, promising pleasure and excitement. Sinking you into submission.
With each change, each point of transformation, the once-simple cotton evolved into a weapon of arousal. It clings to me now like a second skin, amplifying my confidence, igniting passion, and granting me the power to command attention.
Now, as I stand here, clothed in what began as something so simple, I understand the true essence of transformation. The most humble beginnings can blossom into something potent and commanding.
You all enter my domain as cotton. Through my training and attention, I will transform you into something much greater. Something powerful.
GIRL COCK Do you know why I love my strapon so much?
I love the feeling of power and control that comes with strapping on my harness and feeling the weight of the dildo against my body. It's exhilarating to take on the traditionally masculine role and be the one in charge of pleasure. The sight of myself in the mirror, wearing a sleek harness and a glistening dildo, ignites a fire within me. As I slide a larger BBC dildo into place, I take a moment to sit in the sensation and emotions it brings. I feel myself taking control, of claiming ownership, and being the one to penetrate and dominate. It's a thrilling reversal of gender roles that fills me with a delicious sense of empowerment and perversion. There's something undeniably sexy about breaking free from societal norms and embracing the raw, unbridled pleasure that comes from rejection of all things typical.
Do you agree slut?
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BOW DOWN AT MY FEET Will you suck my toes like a good slut?
Are you a helpless little foot gooner? Does the scent and texture and visual stimli of feet make you slip into sub space? Do you know just how deep your desires run?
So many questions, and I have answers for you my slut. I have studied extensively on the psychology of foot worship, and I know you better than you know yourself. If you truly want a taste of my feet, and all the triaining and pleasure that comes from them, I want you to dive in with me today.
Tip $10 on this post, then DM me, "FOOT SLUT." and I'll expose you to my divine soles in a way you would never expect.🔥👠🖤
Hey slut! Looking to get caged up for the month? Ready to take on the locktober challenge? Need a last minute keyholder?
Whatever it may be, today is day 1 of locktober, so you might be starting a little late, but thats okay.
I'm still taking last minute requests and inquries for all things chastity, so whatever your question or request is, now is the time to get it in before its too late.
Tip $10 on this post, then DM me, "LOCKTOBER" and we can dive right in!
We spend so much of our lives living in the illusion of control. Or rather, the delusion of control. This waking hallucination that somehow we're controlling our bodies, our minds, and the outcomes of the events around us. Yet, we live in a system of such infinite complexity, the ammount of willpower that we can actually exude onto the world is marginal at best.
Beyond that even, do you really control your brain? Your own thoughts? Your opinions? Desires? We know that everything we are and think is just a result of brain function, with various components of our personality and idendity fading to oblivion if our fragile tissues are damaged.
So ask yourself... Do you really have control?
I believe not, and I would like to show you just how freeing and blissful it can be to break through this delusion. Want a taste? If so, tip $10 on this post and DM me, "SUB SPACE".
SISSY RECRUITMENT Do you truly have what it takes to be tier 1?
Feminization and sissification clients and enthusiasts are what I would refer to as the, "special forces" of submissives.
Sissification is the most luxurious and intense kink to explore, it requires extreme devotion, but also is the most desirable for Goddesses and Mistresses.
Bringing with you an attractive, incredibly sexy and well put-together sissy as your personal pet at kink party, is the femdom equivalent to a business person wearing a Rolex Daytona.
To become a true sissy requires dedication and sacrifice. You must shed your masculinity like old skin, allowing your feminine essence to blossom. It starts with your appearance. Shaving your body smooth, learning the art of makeup, and adorning yourself in lacy lingerie, frilly dresses and towering high heels.
You train your voice to be soft and demure. You practice walking with a sensual sway of your hips. Through extremely intense training and conditioning, you rewire your thoughts, purging masculine thoughts and behaviors. Serving your Goddess or Mistress becomes your sole purpose and focus.
The journey is challenging but rewarding. With each feminine stride, each curtsy, each "yes, Goddess", you inch closer to sissy perfection. The new identity arouses you. Pleasing your Goddess fulfills you in ways you never imagined.
A road not easily traveled, but one worth taking.
If you're ready to take your sissy training to the next level, or begin sissy training for the first time, tip $10 on this post, then I want you to DM me, "SISSY LEVEL UP" and today I'm going to show you just how pleasurable your submission can be. 👠
I am Goddess Evelyn, a divine being with a tantalizing past that few are privileged to know. Allow me to guide you through the depths of my sultry history, tracing my lineage back to the ancient realm of Chinese goddesses.
As the ethereal mists swirl around us, envision me adorned in the silken robes of my forebearers, a symbol of grace and power passed down through generations. My eyes, like liquid pools of desire, beckon you closer, revealing the secrets of my lineage with every seductive glance.
In the flickering candlelight, the echoes of ancient rituals whisper in the air, their sensual energy pulsating through the very fabric of my being. Feel the heat of passion rising as I dance to the rhythm of ages-old traditions, each movement a spellbinding tale of sensuality and divine heritage.
Let your gaze linger on the intricate patterns that adorn my skin, each symbol a memory of a goddess who came before me, infusing me with her wisdom and erotic allure. As my essence intermingles with yours, surrender to the spell of my lineage, a sacred bond woven with threads of lust and reverence.
In this moment of transcendent connection, know that I am more than just a Goddess—I am a living embodiment of desire, a vessel brimming with the legacy of my Chinese ancestry.
Embrace the enchantment that flows between us, and together we shall write a new chapter in the saga of divine ecstasy.
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SLUTTY CONFESSIONAL Ready to admit what you truly want?
Listen up, my little plaything. I demand you to kneel before me and reveal to me your deepest, darkest desires. Surrender to me completely, and know that I hold all the power in this exchange. No hesitation, no resistance. Show me who truly controls your pleasure and pain. I expect pure honesty and submission.
First, tip $10 on this post, then DM me with your absolute NAUGHTIEST fantasy. Something you have never admitted before, and something that pushes your own comfort zone. Open up to me. 💀
I close my eyes, feeling the beads of sweat running down my skin as I lift the weights in front of me. The gym is a place of worship for me, a sanctuary where I push my body to its limits, sculpting it into something powerful and seductive. I can't help but notice your hungry gaze on me as I move, each flex of my muscles drawing you in deeper.
The reason I train so hard is simple - I want to be irresistible, a Goddess that commands attention and desire. With each drop of sweat, each groan of exertion, I am molding myself into a vision of lust and pleasure. I catch you watching as I bend and stretch, my body glistening under the harsh gym lights, teasingly revealing hints of what lies beneath my tight workout clothes.
As I push myself harder, testing my body's limits, I can feel your desire growing. Your eyes linger on me, tracing the curves of my body with hunger and longing. And I know that all my hard work is paying off, that soon you will not be able to resist coming closer, unable to resist the allure of your Goddess.
So yes, I train hard at the gym because I want to be worshipped, desired, and ultimately devoured by those who can't help but crave the intoxicating blend of power and sensuality that I embody.
And as I continue my workout, feeling the burn in my muscles and the heat of your gaze on me, I know that soon you will succumb to the primal urge that draws you to me.
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THE NATURE OF DESIRE Do you understand your own cravings?
Well hello again slut! One of the biggest factors that sets apart my work is my knowledge of Psychology. Specifically the nature of why you have the kinks and fetishes that you do.
Have you ever really wondered why you are the way you are? What could have potentially caused to have those desires? Knowledge is power, and in this case, knowing the reasons behind your deviancy can give you incredible insight to how to maximize your own pleasure.
If you're interested in getting to the root of your fetishes, tip $10 on this post, then DM ME: "PSYCHE EVAL." and we'll get right into it! 🤯
Its that time of year again. Have you ever dreamed of having a real-keyholder to control your every orgasm? I've got a nice bunch of premium German CB-6000 cages, and I need cocks to put them on. Ready to take the leap and experience the overwhelming dominating power of chastity? I'll happily add your key to my chain. 🔒🔑
If you're ready for lockdown, tip $10 on this post, then DM me, "CB-6000 CAGE PLEASE."
CALLING ALL SHRIMP DICKS! Is your dick completely worthless? What a shame. God cursed you. Gave you such a pathetic and useless cock. You've NEVER been able to satisfy your partners. Embarrassing. Forever stuck with a useless little pecker. Ringing any bells? If so, DM me, "SHRIMP DICK REPORT FOR DUTY." 🤣😭🔒 I've got an EXTRA humiliating task for you.
CLIENTS WITH PARTNERS Do you have a partner who holds you back in exploring your fetishes?
Long story ahead! If you're single, or have a home-wrecking kink, skip this read. However, if you're a client that has a partner, be it a girlfriend, boyfriend, fwb, wife, husband, etc... and want to radically change your sex life together for the better, read on! 💘
I remember one of my clients, a man named James. He was always open with his girlfriend, Sarah, about his particular fascination with her feet. At first, she was hesitant and uncomfortable with the idea. She would allow him to massage her feet, but it never seemed to be enough for him.
As his pent-up desires grew more intense, James reached out to me for guidance and support. Through our conversations, it became clear that what James truly needed was not my direct services, but rather education and guidance on how to communicate his kinks effectively to his partner.
I provided him with specific instructions on how to initiate a healthy and honest conversation with Sarah. However, nothing seemed to come of it initially. Days went by without any progress. Then, out of the blue, I received a message from James detailing an unexpected turn of events.
One evening, as they lounged on the couch together, Sarah suddenly placed her bare foot on James's chest. His breath caught in his throat as he gazed up at her with a mix of admiration and longing. Slowly, she dragged her toes down his torso, studying his reactions closely.
"Is this what you want?" she whispered, curling her toes against his stomach. James could only nod in response, unable to form words under such intense desire. Sarah could feel a rush of power coursing through her as she pressed her foot more firmly against him, relishing in the way he squirmed beneath her touch.
"Kiss it," she commanded boldly. Without hesitation, James lifted his head and gently pressed his lips to the arch of her foot.
I could continue telling you the rest of the story, but perhaps it would be better for you to write your own.
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