A new domme, a new gimmick, a new camgirl to follow. In a s*x-driven world, it seems there are always new carrots being dangled in front of you. So why do you sometimes feel like you’re still starving?

Starving to be petted. Starving to be owned. Starving for a special kind of satisfaction you can’t even put into words. Any woman can dangle a carrot in front of you with the promise she’ll drop it if you let her lead you. But few will actually feed you.

I’m one of those few. I’m going to feed you until you’re bursting at the seams, until your c*ck is dripping sweetness and your b*lls are ripe for bursting. You know the dangers of overindulgence. Sometimes you even fear them; but the carrots I offer are too sweet to resist.

I watch, delighted as you swallow taste after taste, lost in ecstasy and hooked on my crop. But I know you’ll soon be too full to continue. Easy fix. I simply drain your brain to make more room, rendering your mind ecstatically empty so I can keep filling you up.

As you gorge yourself, your b*lls engorge themselves. Your c*ck puts on weight. And your hand is magnetically drawn to its newfound fullness. You make quite a sight- crawling on one hand and both knees while you j*rk yourself silly, staying close at my heels and accepting my treats as you follow me like the loyal pet you are. I drop one carrot after the other, leading you know not where.

Teasing is off the table; pleasing is what I offer. At a price, of course. By the time you’ve pulled yourself off to a glorious, gut-wrenching release, you’ll look up and wonder where you’ve been led too; but I’ll never tell. And with no clue where you are or how to get back, you’ll have no choice but to put your head down and keep following.

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