Marisol Price!

Stroke to the idea that I have your friends or your wife's best friend as my text buddies. I don't care, whoever it is, they're my friends now. And we talk about you all the time. About how lack luster you are in bed, or whoever it is they always have a complaint about you. And we talk for hours on end about how much of a loser you are. Stroke to that idea. Stroke to the idea that you're such a loser we can't stop talking about you. Stroke to the idea that I own you lol.

You know, I own you so much, that I bet I can make you fly out here or drive over here. However far it is I bet I can make you come to my doorstep at any given time. You'd make time for me that's how much I own you. Stroke to that idea. Is that hot to you? Is it hot for you to know that you could be on your knees in front of me at any given day just because you're mine? Honestly it's kinda hot to me. It gets me so excited knowing how much I own you and how much I could just c*mpletely ruin you Or I could get you to come here and get on your knees in front of me, do you think you could do that?

You'd be on your knees, begging me, 'Marisol I'd do absolutely anything for you. You c*mpletely own me and you could ruin me at any time you want. You're ruining me right now.' And I would say, 'Great! Bye!' And then you would leave and I would sent you right back to where you live and I don't even care where it is because I own you and all I care about is getting you here and showing you how much I own you. Stroke to that idea. Stroke to the idea that I could get on your facebook, I already know the password. Stroke to the idea of me logging into your facebook and posting all of the embarrassing photos you've sent me. Stroke to that.

Isn't that scary? It's not just your friends on there, or your wife on there, it's also your colleagues. Everyone would see those embarrassing naked pictures with a hard c*ck and 'Marisol owns me' on your chest. Stroke to that. You are utterly trapped. You know I could make you do just anything, can't I? I could make you pay me, hand over your entire pay check. That's how much I control you. That's how much I own you. And you say, 'Mistress how do you know that any time you bring up these things that you would like to do to me I stroke harder? How do you know that?' I just know you, I know what boys like you are like. I know you. You bought this clip, didn't you? I have your username, I have all the information I need. Just sit with that fact, sink into it. You'll get consumed by it.

I own you. And I really like it actually. The bl*ckmail-fantasy is my top selling fetish right now. Why do you think that is? It's because you like it. And I like having pathetic like you, trapped. I know you're j*rking off right now saying, 'Oh g*d she does have me trapped!' And you're right, I'm so glad you've come to terms with that fact. Just accept how c*mpletely and utterly mine you are. You will do whatever I want. It's so scary, your life is teetering on the edge, and it could all come crashing down with the simple click of a mouse on my end. Just do what I say and everything will be safe with me, don't worry. You can't stop stroking to this, can you? You're c*mpletely under my control. Good boy.

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Ruined With The Click Of A Mouse - Bl*ckmail-Fantasy Consumes You