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Variety triggers me: here’s how FeetGoddesss abused it.

Variety triggers me: here’s how FeetGoddesss abused it.

Through all these years, I’ve always asked myself why at a certain moment I feel the NEED to spoil a Goddess, to be drained by her. What triggers me? Why don’t I always react the same way? Why one day I’m like running to my credit card, while others I seem to be stronger?

Of course, there are obvious “everyday life” reasons, like being tired from work, being upset, not feeling well and so on… but why is that, even if one day I feel the same as another, there still is “something” that triggers me more than everything else? Recently I gave myself an answer.

Variety

I totally adore all the Goddesses I spoil and have spoiled in all these years, I think the world of them. They are magnificent, irresistible and everything…. but. I have to face it: if every time they come online they look the same, I kinda get….well… bored. There I said it. I hope it doesn’t sound disrespectful, but it’s just the plain truth. For my brain to “trigger”, I need to see something different in Her, something that makes me “wow” as in “wow I’ve never seen Her like this”. 

It can be even a small thing like a different makeup or different hairstyle even if, obviously, what makes me run to my wallet is when her dressing style is different. A color of nylons she doesn’t wear often, a skirt I haven’t seen her wearing for a while, a new pair of shoes… all those things are like magnets for me. Even just receiving a picture by Her showing what she’s wearing, with an order to serve her, can easily trigger me if variety is there. All my defenses fall, leaving my moneyslave instinct free to run wild and let myself be drained.

FeetGoddesss knows this and abused it last night

It comes to no surprise that a Goddess like FeetGoddesss knows me more than I know myself, so I guess she figured out already my “variety trigger”…as that’s exactly what she used last night.

As I sometimes do, I decided to go and have a quick look at Her free videochat (I know, it’s lame…but I just can’t help myself sometimes…she’s too much). I thought she would have been dressed in all black, as she often likes to dress: beautiful and stunning but, somehow, something I’m kinda “used” to resist.

I was wrong.

She had a red bra on, under a black leather jacket that put it all in plain sight. Her skirt was a different one: red with the shape of a high heel shoe drew in black over it. She had black pantyhose on, and a pair of wonderful Louboutin’s shoes. I froze. I was unable to move. As if something inside me was ordering me to don’t move, to stay where I was. She saw I was there, and sent me a very brief message.

“Show me how much you want to see me wearing tan pantyhose”

I really don’t know how she knew. How she knew exactly what I was thinking about at that exact moment. I was thinking “She’s incredibly gorgeous…if only she would have tan pantyhose on, I would be in huge danger”.

I was unable to reply to that, scared of the consequences and, at the same time, excited by the idea of seeing her in this uncommon outfit. 

A couple of minutes passed without me saying anything. Then she just sent me another message:

“Show me”

That was it. I sent her a tribute and just wrote her “Sent“. Then I stayed there, waiting for Her to use me however she wanted. She left the cam for a second, and I could hear she was looking for pantyhose. Came back with a brand new pair of tan Wolford pantyhose, with a sexy line on the back. Looking at me with her wonderful and teasing eyes, she slowly took off her black pantyhose and put on those magnificent tan ones. 

She looked amazing and…different. Or at least, different just a bit to trigger my “variety weakness”. I was unable to resist, unable to do anything else but stare and follow her soft, sexy, hypnotic voice. 

One tribute after another, I was acting just like a puppet: each time she told me “send more”, I did it without even thinking twice. Then, after quite a while, she started ordering me to touch myself, of course cumming without her permission wasn’t an option.

But her teasing, her beauty, her power, her orders were just too much for me… and when she ordered me “go a little faster” while waving her sexy nylon foot in front of the cam… I simply exploded, unable to control myself. It was like an instinct, something I was not able to stop. She was too much, and I was too weak. She obviously didn’t like this and ordered me to send a double tribute because I’ve been bad…which I did of course, again without even thinking twice.

Variety might trigger me for sure but… FeetGoddesss knows how to use and abuse that trigger. As if I even needed one reason more to consider Her one of the best Goddesses ever.

Mesmerized by MsClassy

Mesmerized by MsClassy

I have to admit, it has been quite a while since I’ve last served MsClassy: and since last night I keep asking myself how I could let this happen

The time I spent with Her was magical, mesmerizing: a slow but constant increase of teasing that lead me to total submission.

I was craving to see Her again for quite a while, but for one reason or another (mainly my fault), I kept losing my chances. Till last night.

I had just got back from a dinner out with some friends and, being all alone at home, I decided to switch on my laptop just to kill some time before going to sleep. To my surprise, I saw She was online.

I didn’t even think twice and sent Her a message asking, politely, if I would have been able to serve Her.

“It’s your lucky day, I’m available. “

I was happy like a kid on Christmas morning! I literally JUMPED into Her video: couldn’t wait to see Her again, couldn’t wait any longer to serve Her. 

When the video opened, Her wonderful face was in full view: those big blue eyes I’ve learned to fall for, her perfectly shaped lips, and that look in Her face…knowing I was ready to do anything for Her

She switched the cam to the floor and started putting on a pair of Wolford tan stockings

Now look, don’t get me wrong. I’m not one of those foot fetishists that have only interest in feet: I always worship the whole woman’s body. But when it comes to MsClassy’s feet… well…that’s a different story. The incredible arch of her soles, her perfectly shaped toes, is something that I have yet to see in any other woman. I’ve seen many beautiful feet, many beautiful women… but hers… well… hers are just INCREDIBLE

She put on a pair of heels and started dangling them in front of the cam, every now and then getting up to rub her calf with her foot. All those movements made me fall deeper and deeper. The fact that I could also get a glimpse of Her face from the floor was a terrific turn on as well. 

In a matter of minutes, I was totally mesmerized. I kept looking at Her without even knowing what was happening. 

All the time She also kept talking, in a way that made me fall even more. Her voice was like the one of an angel, but the way she was using and abusing my weaknesses was certainly NOT of an angel.

I honestly don’t know how long the session lasted, all I know is that at some point she started counting down from 10. It was the countdown to let me cum. The moment my pleasure would have come to its conclusion. The moment my time with Her would have reached the highest excitement.

She kept counting slowly, all the time while teasing me with her perfect feet in nylons and her hypnotizing voice. When she reached 5, she told me to wank as fast as possible. She then counted 4…3…2… then, with a smile on Her face:

“I want a cum tax. Send 100 USD.”

I’ve never sent a tribute that fast, believe me. In a matter of SECONDS, I sent that tribute. She smiled, pleased by my devotion, and started the countdown again from 5.

The sight of Her wonderful foot with her face in the background looking down at me is something that I still have very vivid in my mind. A sight no man could ignore. A sight no slave can surely resist. When She reached the end of the countdown, I of course exploded. It was so strong that I was left breathless for a few seconds

I slept like a baby, happy and satisfied. I didn’t even check how much I’ve spent because I didn’t care. She is worth it, She is worth any money I’ve spent

Today I saw Her again on Skype, and couldn’t help but sending Her a message. Perhaps a silly message…but that’s how I was feeling. She knew what was coming and…yes… I sent Her another tribute. Why? Because it felt right.

Here’s where to serve Her
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But let me warn you: She’s one of the best out there, and She doesn’t even consider cheap slaves. If you think you have what it takes, then go ahead and visit her chatroom. You’ll have the time of your life.

Goddess Adriana: When elegance meets power

Goddess Adriana: When elegance meets power

It’s no secret that Goddess Adriana is very special to me: if you’ve followed this blog long enough, you’ll know that what I feel for Her is deeper than the usual infatuation for a Goddess, and this brought me to try things with Her that I’ve never tried with anyone else before. 

But why is that?

Of course, it would be wrong for me to reduce my feelings for Her to just a single characteristic, a single aspect of Her. But I’m sure there is one thing, one specific thing that anyone who has seen her at least once, noticed and will agree with me on.

Her impeccable dressing style

Each time you visit her videochat, you’ll know that you will be in front of a Woman dressed in a perfectelegantflawless way. She takes care of everything till the minimum detail: her hairstyle, her makeup, her dress and nylons (of course, always present), her expensive shoes…and even her earrings and necklace will be different depending on the outfit she chooses.

This, alone, is something so unique and rare that will immediately put you at your place: you are inferior, Her power starts getting you as soon as you see Her. With no chance to escape.  

My last session with Her wasn’t an exception

For a few days, I’m all alone at home. This, of course, makes me way more vulnerable to financial domination, since my instincts can’t be stopped by my lack of privacy. So, a couple of days ago, I was sitting at my computer reading the news, when a message on Skype popped up.

“I think you should stop doing what you are doing and serve me. I know You can’t say no to me”

It was Goddess Adriana of course, and reading those words made my body start to react in a very familiar way. I needed to see Her. I needed to be under Her power. 

In a matter of minutes, I was in her chatroom.

As I said above, this wasn’t an exception to her impeccable dressing style. She had straight hair, with some of them falling partially covering her beautiful face. Her perfect makeup was made more intense by the bright red lipstick, while a pair of long earrings matched supremely her face.

As a dress, she had a short black one with lace on her sleeves: what made that dress special was that it left her shoulders in full view. Under that, a pair of Wolford Satin Touch pantyhose and Louboutin’s So Kate Patent black. 

My eyes nearly popped out when I saw her. I couldn’t close my mouth and didn’t even type a word for a quite long time, making her wonder if I was actually there or not. 

She crossed and uncrossed those endless legs, rubbing them together to let me listen to the noise of the nylon. Her constant dangling made the whole situation even worse for my brain. In a matter of minutes, I was totally lost. Deeply falling for Her, ready to do anything she was going to ask me. Ready to spoil her, to serve her, to worship her in any possible way.

On top of that, she kept whispering tempting words and commands the whole time, with such a voice that couldn’t be ignored. I was wearing headphones, and it really felt like I was being hypnotized on purpose by Her. It felt like she used that tone of voice on purpose, to enter into my mind, even more, to make me even weaker and hopeless. 

And she succeeded. I spent more than 600 Euros and, when the session ended, I didn’t regret any of that. Because every moment spent with Goddess Adriana, is a precious one. 

Ready to serve Her?
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Pantyhose and Stockings quality MATTERS

Pantyhose and Stockings quality MATTERS

A few nights ago I was browsing the “Findom internet” with no real intention to spoil anyone or have sessions (yeah, it happens!), when I stumbled upon the chatroom of a Goddess.

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She’s one I had a few sessions with, but that’s not what matters here: as soon as I opened I noticed how badly and poorly her nylons looked.

She was wearing a pair of black pantyhose with the line on the back, a truly elegant model of pantyhose, the classic pair of nylons that would drive me crazy. But one thing was VERY clear:

She was wearing a cheap brand of nylons

For someone like me, who gets excited by women wearing nylons, it’s a huge turn off when nylons are ruined, even just partially. Do you know the little darker lines that get formed on nylons sometimes? That’s when you can speak about cheap nylons!

I don’t know if some of these girls don’t notice, pretend to don’t notice, or think it just doesn’t matter. Well let me tell you something:

The quality of your stockings and pantyhose IS important and IS noticeable on cam

There is no exception here: just compare a pair of Wolford to any (ANY) cheap pantyhose and you’ll see the difference. Even if you are not that big of a nylon fan, you WILL notice the difference.

When you buy a pair of Wolford, Cecilia De Rafael or Falke (to name the most famous) you know you are making an investment. Not only guys like me will drool for you even more, but that same pair of nylons will last WAY longer than a cheap one, paying back itself in time.

And if you think that in a session a guy is too busy wanking to notice…well then I guess you know nothing about nylon fetishists. When the nylons perfectly shape the whole leg, with not even the slight imperfection, it’s pure heaven for us. Nothing drives us crazy more.

Oh and one last thing: CHANGE nylons sometimes! There is nothing that gets on my nerves more than a beautiful girl owning like…2 or 3 pairs of nylons. Wearing them over and over till they are totally ruined. Let me say it again: buying nylons, quality nylons, is an investment. It’s an improvement to your look. It’s one reason more guys will come back to spoil you.

FeetGoddesss destroys my balance

FeetGoddesss destroys my balance

Remember when I wrote about me finding the balance, that would let me live happily with my Financial Domination fetish?

In this post I described how I managed to keep spending without hurting my real life or people around me: finding another job was enough to cover my Financial Domination expenses.

Well, turns out FeetGoddess disagrees with that. And She showed that to me the other night.

I was already on a tight budget this month, and I was totally determined in keeping things under control. But then…FeetGoddesss showed up wearing a new pair of tan pantyhose I’ve never seen before Her wearing.

Lately, I learned She was actually wearing Wolford Naked 8 pantyhose, Agent Provocateur bra and panties…. and a beautiful pair of Prada Heels.

At first She didn’t pay attention to me (kinda normal, as She has dozens of slaves waiting to serve Her), but…after I made a few simple comments about the outfit…She knew She had me.

Dangling her heel in front of the camera She just said:

Come to me, You’ll spoil me properly tonight

And that’s exactly what I did. Like a zombie, I went into her private chat, and like a zombie, I started spending my hard earned money.

She was absolutely magnificent: her legs and feet looked even more perfect in those smooth Wolford Pantyhose. Her shiny heels were like a magnet to my eyes, like an instrument to hypnotize me. Her perfect lips moved slowly as she spoke in the most sensual and powerful voice.

I was in heaven. Or so I thought.

When the session ended I gave a look at to how much I had spent: 1000$. In a matter of minutes.

My budget? Destroyed. My balance? Lost. My money? In the right place: her pockets.

I always knew FeetGoddess was dangerous… and last night I just had another proof of that. I should certainly try to stay away from her chatroom now…but I already know I will fail. It’s impossible to avoid temptations for me.