VIDEOS
Double Power Hour - Serve Your Goddess
The brainwash was a success and I've been happily pampering myself living a lavish lifestyle with the rewards of my accomplishments. A slave’s place is to serve. That’s why you’ve committed so much time and energy to me. Spent thousands upon thousands of dollars on my desires. Funding my passion for the finer things- traveling the world, experiencing the finest dining, tons of shopping, and fucking exotic men from every country I visit. This is a life you’ve chosen for yourself, to be my sissy bitch that lives a life vicariously through me. I mean you have absolutely no interest in sex, not with that soft clitty. This is why you wanted to be locked in chastity because you know you don’t deserve to cum, let alone fuck. Your only job is go to work and pay me. Since you don’t know how to live your life or spend your money, I’ll do everything for you.
Ruined Your Ideal State
I must say I’m very proud of myself. The greatest measure of my success is how many lives I ruin. Men are so weak and desperate to submit, that it becomes too easy to unravel the fragile thread of their lives. Their marriage becomes divorce, their powerful jobs lead to unemployment, all because you are helpless to your obsession. I’m a drug you can’t quit. Everything about me provides you with euphoric pleasure. You’ve grown accustomed to stroking to my thousands of clips as you wrap your face in my worn pantyhose. Once you’ve become so intimate with me, it becomes impossible to break free from my clutches. Even if you tried, you’d d1e from your soul being crippled from the loss of cutting me out of your life. But that will never happen, my power over you is too strong. The burning desire to cum for me, to shut out the rest of the world and devote your life to me will be the curse of your dreams. You will remain forever tethered to me, bound by my pantyhose, worshipping for the rest of your days.
The Sacrafice
The New Year is all about making sacrifices. Many try and fail every year on their resolutions, unable to resist their addictions. When you are obsessed with worshipping your Goddess, it is almost impossible to break the habit to spend all your money jerking for me. This year, you want to wean yourself from being so helplessly devoted to your perversions. Now it’s time for you to make a choice… You can remain true to your diet of denying your orgasms or you can succumb to my sexy teasing in my tight latex dress, and jerkoff like all the other pathetic and mindless stroking junkies. The catch is you have to lock yourself in chastity after you cum and mail me the keys to your cage. That’s right, if you can’t make the sacrifice and resist the temptation to cum, then you will make the ultimate sacrifice and give me full control over your cock for the rest of the year.
The 5 Stages of Ceara - Relapse
The Final Stage And here you are again. I told you that it is impossible to escape me. No one can save you from your true self. I control you because you want to be owned by me. At last you’ve realized the endgame of your journey through these 5 stages, THERE IS NO WAY OUT! Your soul is immortally bound to the Cult of Lynch. The only place you truly belong is in a constant state of servitude. Your whole life has been nothing but an endless cycle of passing through all these stages over and over again. Addiction always get’s the better of people, especially a weak man like you. There’s only one cure for breaking this agonizing loop, by finally accepting what you really are… A SLAVE!
The 5 Stages of Ceara - Escape
Stage 4
You have seen the light! Finally escaping from the darkness of your hopeless addiction to me. A couple of days have passed since you last thought about me, but I’ve always been there lurking still in the shadows of your memory. You think you’re stronger now, able to endure the temptation to return to servitude, you’ve even gone so far and deleted all my clips from your hard drive. Just as soon as you think you’ve beaten me, I begin creeping back into your mind. That victorious feeling of being free of my clutches soon tightens around your cock once more. At first you struggle to forget my existence, but the more you fight seems to make you even more obsessed with your desire to worship me. You’re so close, but will you ever be able to truly get rid of me…
The 5 Stages of Ceara - Darkness
Stage 3
It started out as a bit of fun and before you knew it, you’ve fallen into a pit of despair. That is the darkness of being addicted to Ceara. At first it was innocent, pay me a little money, you would stroke for me, but a little voice warned you that you were making a grave mistake. For you see, once became twice, and twice becomes a habitual routine, and now you are trapped in a hole you’ll never get out. There’s only only way to go once you’ve plunged into the darkness and that is to just go deeper. Immerse your entire existence in worshipping the darkness you have come to embrace, stroking and wasting away. Driven mad by your addiction to give your entire life to me, you will be nothing but an empty shell. A soulless man who is no longer human, but now my personal mindless slave to humiliate and degrade. The intense grasp I have on your mind is now a loving embrace, seducing you deeper into the darkness of your devotion.
The 5 Stages of Ceara - Panic
Stage 2
As enjoyable as the first stage was, you know that deep down this is NOT right. How can you be so hopelessly devoted to me? This bizarre addiction slowly engulfs you're entire being, a curse that will haunt you for the rest of your life. Your heart begins to race after finally becoming aware of how trapped you are in your newfound devotion. A fear that you have lost all power in your world because you’ve signed your life away to the devil. It must be scary to know your fate is in the hands of a devious Humiliatrix, but that fear is what keeps you bound to me. Your soul is imprinted with mine, an unbreakable bond that makes you my property. You are desperate to live your life without me, but you’re even more desperate to serve. This feeling of panic is only driving your excitement to sink further into the darkness of your desires...
The 5 Stages of Ceara - Euphoria
Stage 1
There is nothing more exciting that completely giving up all control to a powerful Domme. Submitting is what you do best. Giving yourself to me brings your life purpose. Your happiness can only happen when you devote your entire body and soul to the thing you love most. Me! No one can get under your skin, permanently embroidered within the fabric of your reality. Completely owned by me, your cock mine to control. You can’t escape what makes you happiest. All you can do is give in to your much needed euphoria of being a loyal servant even when you know you’re unworthy to serve your Goddess.
Addicted To Cream
Do I have juicy treat for you! Nothing makes you drool more than one of my deliciously salty cream filled panties. I’ll tell you all about my dirty panties soaked in my sweet nectar. Stirring your imagination about what gets me so wet enough to squirt in my sexy panties. This a panty boy’s dream to see my fresh cream churned from my hot pussy. I can’t help taking advantage of your panty addiction. What if I wasn’t wearing panties and just dripped right into your mouth? Tell me how much you want to drink my cream straight from the source. You’ve been waiting patiently everyday of your life, buying my used panties just for a taste of what it would be like to be my panty worshipping slave. I’m about to take your addiction to my panties to a new level. Stroking to my panties won’t be the same after I show you what you’ve been missing out on. Trust me, I’ll make a new man out of you. Soon you’ll be begging to buy all my cum soaked panties, sniffing my musky cream, then purchasing even more custom panty videos.
Good Boy Trance
“Good boy.” Those are the words you crave most from my taunting lips. You would do absolutely anything to demonstrate how devoted and obedient you are to me. All you want is to be acknowledged for your loyalty, and to be your good boy. There’s only one thing that makes me happy and that’s your money. You will work your terrible, mundane job for the rest of your life, just so you can pay for my attention. Your desperation for my approval gives your life meaning, and nothing truly makes YOU happier than suffering for me. Maybe one day when you’re old, after working a job you hate for so many years, spoiling me with every last penny you earned, and being my pathetic stroke slave, I may finally say those endearing words “that’s my good boy…”
