Power is Beautiful

I so love my power over all those losers on the internet.
Trying to talk to me. Trying to get to know me. Trying to get my attention.
Sometimes there are so many of them at the same time on my sites, that I don't even notice that another one has come online to drool over my beauty.

Begging to see my ass in a short skirt and my long legs in high heels. And more often then not, I don't even have to show them what they are longing for. Their dicks get hard even before they see me. How pathetic! And maybe only 1 in 100 isn't already wanking his thingy before I even put my eyes on him.

I love their staring eyes. Their horney eyes trying to guess the size of my beauitful breasts. Undressing me with their looks.

But why should I undress if I can make weak puppies by only breathing a little harder. Their mesmerized eyes glued to my breasts wrapped in a sexy corset. Giving them the idea that any moment maybe I will take my breasts out, to show them a hard nipple.

I have losers cumming so hard, just by teasingly touching my corset and following the curve of my breasts with my hand and staring at them with my big dark eyes.

It so much fun to obsess guys like that completely. To fuck up their minds and make them beg for more. To put my hands under my full breaste and push them up a little. Maybe licking my lips and telling them they can almost see my nipples. They are so mine. In trance and lost for the world.

Stroking for me. Wanking their dicks night after night.

That is especially fun with the ones that are married or living with a girlfriend. The knowledge that they are coming to me, that they are staring at me, that they are wanking their pathetic cocks for me and blowing their loads for me. God that is so powerful!

To know that they won't be able to perform for their wife or girlfriend anymore. Thats is so cool!

I know I am beautiful and sexy. I am more beauitiful, sexier and kinky than all those wives and girlfriends and I love using it. I love using and abusing those loser husbands and friends. Don't blame me for the fact that they can't hold on to their guys.

Don't blame me that they come to me every evening begging for attention and begging for permission to cum.

The power of making them edge for hours. And I am not even in the same room with them. They are hiding behind a computer, watching my videos, reading or sometimes listening to my words.

My soft dark voice telling them to wank like crazy, but no cumming! To stop wanking when they feel an orgasm coming. To tell me their secrets. To stay hard for me and wank again untill they feel another orgams coming .. but making them wait and wait untill they can cum. Maybe!

It is a game that gets better and better while it lasts longer. The loser gets hornier and hornier after each delayed orgasm. It takes him less and less time to feel the need of an orgasm again, but more and more he wants to prove himself for me.

Prove that he is a good boy. A horny slave. Doing as I tell him. Promising him the best orgasm ever. Promising him he will soon ejaculate so hard, that he will need to clean his pc -screen. And making him stop again.

Why would he stop wanking stop for me? We are not in the same room. We will never meet. He can make have his orgam every time he wants. I can't stop him.

But still my power stops him. The power of my eyes that look deep into his losermind. The power of my soft brightred lips that whisper commands that he dreams of, the power of my mind over his weak slavemind!

And they love it when I call them slave, loser, pig, wankslut. They love my beautiful smile when I put them down and make them wank for my perfect breasts. For my deep cleavage.

Never knowing when I allow them to cum. Just for me.

Making them stroke faster and harder. Teasing their balls with their other hand. Craving for me and so much wanting to please me.

Only cumming when I allow them to.

What else are they good for? They ask, they beg to be overpowered. To be teased, to worship me and to hand their power to me.

To put their life in my beautiful manicured hands. And to thank me that I allow them to see me.

See you soon losers!