I hope everyone is having a glorious week! I am getting over a throat cold, so I have been a bit under the weather as opposed to my spunky self. I am hoping that with enough rest, I can kick it out of my system and continue with my customs and content production.
Last week I had the absolute pleasure of working with Goddess D and her dummy. They were wonderful. If you haven’t checked out her clip store here on C4S, I highly recommend it!
I am still accepting custom solo clips. If you have a project in mind, send it over. Let’s make some custom magic!
Below is the list of clips I released over the last week. Feel free to snap them up! You won’t be disappointed!
***This is a custom Clip. For your own email Me!***
Custom Script:
“Olivia Rose’s tarot emporium I’ve come in, down on my luck to find out what the future holds for me. You set me at ease with your sexy cleavage as you smile and let me know that every man gets what they deserve from you. I’m not sure which cards would be most appropriate, but could you deal something like a card from the past where I’m stuck in a rut? Then from the present, where it’s clear to see that I am lost? Then you start to deal a card for my future, and it goes a bit trippy/echoey??? Where you tell me the cards are saying I need to get on my knees and worship and goon for you, all the way taking me down gooning and stroking before you deal my final card….’The Fool’!! Then I realize, and it’s too late. You are not human! The elegant red wine on your table is a life source! Your teeth are a little bit sharper than they should be, and you’ve mesmerized me into being your puppet! I’m such a fool! Omg! You’re a vampire, and no one gets to leave alive after having their fortune told by you!!!!”
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Custom Script:
“PROLOGUE (1 minute): You’ve just come home from an event at the firm and you’re sitting at your desk, surfing the Internet while chatting on the phone with your friend Rae. You’re wearing a form-fitting dress with ultra-sheer nude pantyhose and open-toe high-heel mules (the kind that can be quickly kicked off!). Your legs are crossed and you can’t see what’s going on under the desk. You tell Rae about how you used the spell on your boss, making her the center of attention at the event, though not in the way she would like. You laugh and imitate the sounds she made, especially since she tries to be very feminine around the guys. You laugh at the way she ended up with her feet in the ice bucket. But you also tell her that you’re worried about a side-effect of the spell….
SCENE ONE (2.5 minutes): You tell Rae that the spell description says that casting it can attract pixies, who are mischievous creatures and especially attracted by the Hotfoot Spell. But you tell her that you don’t really believe pixies exist. As you tell her this, a pixie hand under the desk slides a wooden match under the nylon-clad toes of your dangling foot. We then see your face as you talk to Rae, telling her that even if there were such things as pixies, they wouldn’t give you a really SERIOUS hotfoot. When you say this we see that the pixie hand has wedged several other matches under the toes of your dangling foot and is striking a match to light them. We cut back to your face as you explain to Rae that you’re quite sure that if there were any matches ignited in close proximity to your toes, you would be well aware of it. We then see the pixie hand as it lights the matches under your toes. The scene continues to alternate between you talking to Rae and your foot under the desk as the flames draw nearer to your toes. Just as the flames reach your toes, you tell your friend, “Well, it seems like everything is a-okay here; I don’t think there will be any hotfoot tonight.” Then you feel the flames, shriek, kick off your shoe, and leap out of your chair (and out of your other shoe), crying out, “OW! OO! OOOOOOOO!” in progressively higher pitches while grabbing at your foot. The next we see is a full shot of you hopping frantically on one foot while holding your other, saying, “My toes! Oh my toooooooes! Someone just gave me a HOTFOOOOOOOOOT!”
SCENE TWO (1.5 minutes): That’s not the end of your troubles. The camera cuts to a pixie hand take a red hot cookie sheet out of the oven. The scene shifts back to a full shot of you, still clutching your toes and hopping with the phone in your other hand. Then we cut to a close up of your hopping foot, as we see the pixie slide the cookie sheet directly underneath!
Your reaction is immediate. The first prank was a fiery surprise, but the cookie sheet feels like you’re in your stockinged feet on a…well, on a red hot cookie sheet. You cry out first in a drawn out shriek followed by quick, staccato explosions of breath, “Yeeeaaaaaahhhhhh-hah!-hah!-hah! Oo! Ow! Hot! Hot! Hot-Hot-HOT!” All the while you leap quickly from foot to foot, knees high, hands and hair flying all over the place. We hear the pixie giggle (a jingling sound like bells laughing) as you frantically leap off the cookie sheet, hopping first on one foot, then the other, trying to fan your scorched soles one at a time, finally sitting down on a chair or the couch with your feet stretched out in front of you, blowing on them. You’re still on the phone, saying, “Oh, my God. Holy! Someone just gave me the BIGGEST…HOTFOOT…EVER! Someone just…hey! Do you think that could have been…pixies?” We hear the jingling laughter of the pixies in the distance. You say into the phone, “Rae? I’ll call you back!”
SCENE THREE (1.5 mintues): Hanging up the phone, you go in search of the pixie, whom you see scurrying into a cupboard or the top shelf of a tall bookshelf. “You little bastard!” you say. “Now I’ll take care of you!” There is a quick insert of your hand picking up a little stepping stool. Then we see you walking purposefully toward the cupboard or the bookshelf with the stool in your hand. You say, “You think you’re pretty clever, don’t you?” Then you put the stool down. Quick insert of you stepping onto the stool in your stocking-clad feet. Then we see your from up-top again. “We’ll see who gets the last laugh, my little hotfooting friend,” you say as you search for the pixie up top.
We jump to a close up of your stocking-clad feet on the stool. You are standing tiptoe to reach the place where you think the goblin has hidden. There just happens to be a small hole in your pantyhose near the space between your fourth and little toe, probably as a result of the flames from the first hotfoot. The pixie’s hand appears again, deftly wedging a single match between your fourth and little toe and lighting it.
Meanwhile, you’re rummaging about with your hand for the malicious little creature. Your tone changes as you try to coax the pixie out of hiding: “Here, pixie, pixie, pixie! You want to come out and play? I won’t hurt you, you little sicko. I just want to have fun!” A quick insert shows the match is burning closer. Then we see you up top again. “That’s right, we’re gonna have LOTS and LOTS of FUN just as soon as I get my hands on you-oo- ooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” As the last line suggests, the flame reaches your toe as you’re speaking. The three “woos” each increase in pitch, intensity, and length, as you leap off the stool, grabbing your foot in both hands again.
We then switch to a full shot of you clutching your foot and hopping, while shouting to the rhythm of your hops: “My toe! My toe! You burnt my little toe!” We hear the pixie laugh again as you sink into a kneeling position, out of breath, with your hands in the air, your elbows at your sides, your hair disheveled, and your feet behind you, saying, “Oh…oo…oo! Water! Get me some water!”
SCENE FOUR (30 seconds): We see the pixie hand grab the kettle from the top of the stove. Yes, it is going to pour that tea….
…all over the soles of your feet.
We see a close up of your face as the boiling water courses over your soles. Your eyes widen in shock, as you say, “Ooooooo…whoa! Whoa! WHOA! WHOA-OOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
You leap to your feet again, doing your damsel-in-distress shriek: “Oo! Ow! Oo! Ow! Ah! Ah! Ah! Oh, my tootsies! Ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-OW!” You shake your feet out trying to cool them off: “Oh! Water! WATER!” You grab a hand towel, douse it with COOL water, all the while saying, “Oh my God! Hot hot hot! Ooch ouch ooch!” You throw the towel on the floor. Quick insert of your feet as you hop onto the damp towel. We then cut back to your face where we see your immediate relief: “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…..” You say to yourself, “There’s got to be something I can do about these dreadful hotfoots!”
SCENE FIVE (2.5 minutes): You go into your bedroom. Then you sit on the floor near your bookshelf, looking for a book on pixies. When you find one, you begin to read it. Your back is to the camera, your legs curled underneath you. The soles of your feet are extended behind you toward the camera; we now see that there are several holes in your pantyhose, whether from the flames, the cookies sheet, or the boiling water. As you read about the pixies, you learn something: “Hmmm, it says here that pixies are especially attracted to very pretty people who have very pretty feet. Ugliness repels them.” As you read, a pixie hand is already wedging matches between your toes, through the holes in your nylons. “Huh,” you say. “So I guess I must be pretty enough, and my feet must be REALLY pretty, to earn a real pixie hotfoot!” By this time, the pixie has lit the matches, of course, and they glow warmly around your toes like a little flaming bouquet. “So, it’s not so bad, really. It’s actually kind of a compliment. I’m going to put that on Instagram!” Typing: “I have such pretty hotfoot-toes!” You look back and notice them, not registering what is about to happen. “And there they are! Pretty!” You snap a picture of them, smiling. “Aw, what a sexy little hotfoot. That’s what I would call hot!” You smile again, then feel the flame and register what is happening at the same time. “Hot…hot…HOOOOOOOOOOT!”
Once more you are doing the one-legged hotfoot dance, this time saying, “Oo! Hot toes! Hot toes! Oo! Ow! Ow! Oo! Hot hot toes!” You dance around until you cool off, taking a long time to fully recover, “Whoo! Whoa! Oh my God…oh Jesus…oh wow. Whooooo!” Then you pick up the book again. Leafing through it, you find the following, “The only way the pixies can be appeased is if they are given another suitable victim….”
EPILOGUE (30 seconds): We see your face as you begin to get an idea. You pick up the phone. “Hey, Rae, it’s me, Liv. Oh, yeah, I’m okay, it was a false alarm. Just a little foot cramp, you know how that is, like ‘ow ow ow.’ Yeah!” You laugh. Then you add, “So Rae. I was thinking we could have a girls night, just you and me. Yeah, and I’d like to give you a pedicure, like we used to do. Oh yes, I want to make your feet look sooooooo pretty.” You hang up and smile. “Pixies? I think we’ve found another suitable victim.””
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I know you enjoy begging me for farts and I was feeling quite gassy. You want to see my skirt blow up over and over again from all my flatulence. You’re addicted and that is ok, fart junky, since I am going to make you sniff and watch as all that gas leaves my sweet little ass! Now get your face in there and watch my skirt blowing farts!
Caroline Pierce is just waiting. For what, we never know. It will be the last time she ever, remains though, because our Assassin, Olivia Rose, has her on her list. She stealthily sneaks up on her and when she is least expecting clasps her hands over Caroline’s mouth, making her struggle. The assassin grip is fierce, making it so Caroline can no more extended breath, blocking her nose and mouth, making her brain not receive the oxygen it needs.
The Assassin lets her loose so she can say her peace and plead her case. She is frazzled and upset and says it wasn’t her that transferred all the funds to the offshore bank account, that the Assassin must have been mistaken, for she would never do that! The Assassin has all the proof and the payment to end this wicked woman once and for all. Her pleas are not enough, and the Assassin soon tires of her and puts her out of misery.
You are just a worthless loser, and because of that, I have a unique hex for you. I have gathered all of my oils, candles, and magical herbs, and I have placed them on my altar to cast a spell. I have made a special witch’s curse specifically with you in mind, and that which is to last till the end of time!
As a witch, I believe in reincarnation, and I think you deserve something far worse than anyone else. I am going to curse you to the life of a toilet, in this life and forever after! I curse you to the life of a toilet now, and you will be reborn to the life of one as well! Never again will you come back as a human, but instead, you will be filled with refuse and filth, with waste and bodily fluids forever!
Have fun in your new existence as a worthless toilet!
Here I am in beautiful, warm, and sunny Las Vegas! So far, my trip has been eventful. Due to weather, I had my layover flight canceled and missed the Tool show, but everything else has seemed to go smoothly since. I have been able to catch up with some old friends and even had my first shoot with Caroline Pierce yesterday! I have another shoot this afternoon and then a dinner with some lovely models tonight. Be sure to check my social media this week because I will be posting photos of my trip. 🙂
Tomorrow I am shooting with Miss Whitney Morgan and am looking forward to it, and after I will be at the Clips4Sale booth here at the AVN/AEE Expo! Please come and see me, and I will give you a complimentary Olivia Rose sticker. I am only offering them to those who read my newsletter, so if you’re here, get on it!
While I am out of town, I am still updating as usual. The “End of the Year Sales Incentive” is still going on, which means you still have a week and a half to be entered in for a free custom video by using my OliviaRoseFetish.com URL. Just email me back with your sales receipt. One clip equals one entry, and the more you buy, the more chances you have to win!
Well, that is all for this week. Please browse below for all the new kinky goodness I put up.
You are always asking what you can do for me, how you can serve, asking what will make Goddess Olivia happy. I want you to be entirely devoted to my well being, fully dedicated to my pocketbook. There is one way I have found that does just that!
By locking you up, of course! You see, that useless boner always gets in the way. Locking you up In chastity ensures that you are truly devoted to me, because you are no longer thinking with your dick, and pleasing yourself, but pleasing me instead. You will fully devote yourself to me through chastity.
All I ever want to do is sit and enjoy my coffee, but I see you staring and wondering about how these ugg boots smell. Do you want to take a whiff, boot bitch? Have me stick them right in your face and take a big sniff? I am going to make you get on your knees and lick them, right here, right now. I want you to taste all the winter goodness from walking around in cold weather and salted streets. You will clean them with your tongue, and if you do a good enough job, I will take them off and make you take a big deep breath of their sweat ugg smell.
After you get high from their sweaty scent, I will even make you lick the smell off my feet! You will worship them until I finish with you. You’ve always wanted to be my basic ugg bitch, and now here’s your chance!
***This is a custom clip. For your own click Here!***
Custom Script:
“Olivia, I want this video called Just let them Long Farts Rip. I want you to wear a nice shirt or blouse with some sexy tight light-colored blue jeans and one of that design type belt and your favorite color thong. I want you to start in your bedroom during the beginning of the video doing chores and then start walking to your living room doing more of your daily tasks. I want you to Fart and Fart with the jeans button up with the belt buckled as you do your chores. Olivia, keep doing long, hard farts walking through your house. Then you will start to unbutton/unzip the jeans and unbuckled the belt and show some of your thong as you keep farting continuously nonstop. Olivia, I want you to bend over a lot and let those long farts rip and rip. Olivia, I don’t want you to touch your booty at all in this video while you let those long farts out. As you walk and let those long farts rip out, make your booty cheek tighten up one at a time as those farts come out.”
So you want cock, do you? You want to take a big fat juicy cock deep inside you, I know it. Well, before you can do that, I am going to have to train you. I am going to take my enormous strap-on and fill you up with it while mesmerizing you with the pictures of big juicy dicks on the screen! You’ll feel my giant cock gapping your slutty ass, but those thoughts of cock and those pictures on the screen will make it so worthwhile, so pleasurable. Before you know it, you’ll be ready for the real thing, with my help, of course!
The act of edging. I know you love that feeling of your cock being on edge. How heightened your senses get, how tender to the touch you are from pacing yourself over and over again. It is like an illicit substance, an addiction that you can’t help but cave into over and over again. You need that feeling more and more the harder you edge.
Go on, edge to me. Edge your cock to my curves, my beautiful body, my long luscious legs, and my juicy ass. The more you edge, the deeper you go until you can’t do anything but be my devoted slave. I am edging you right into slavery, and there’s nothing you can do about it but be more addicted!
Happy Tuesday! I am in a considerable frenzy over here, getting ready for my Vegas trip to AVN! I have all of my updates I am working on to provide you with fresh content while I am gone, as well as packing and finalizing everything around Rose Manor. We will see if I get it all done in time. I am sure I will!
Speaking of AVN, if you happen to be attending the Expo, I will be at the Clips4Sale booth! If you get my newsletter, then come up and say “Hi” and tell me. I have a special Olivia Rose Fetish sticker. I have a limited number though, so first come first serve. 😉
I have a great lineup of fellow talent I will be working with next week! I am super excited to share it with you all! So far, I will be filming with Ms. Whitney Morgan, Caroline Pierce, Toby Springs, Miles Striker, Fluffy, Laila Mayhem, Penny Poison, as well as a special slave. If you would like a fetish or Femdom custom, please reply to this email, and let’s set something up! You better act fast, though, since time is running out to order. 😉
There are only 17 days left of the “End of the Year Sales Incentive!” I am still running a custom raffle for every purchase made with OliviaRoseFetish.com URL. Just remember to send me your receipt for entry. The more clips you buy, the higher the chance you have to win!
Well, that is all the news I have for this week! Next letter you will get from me while I am in Vegas! Feel free to browse the five clips I released this week and snap them all up using my unique link! Until next time, my pets.
I recently was gifted a new sweater dress for Christmas, and I thought it would be the perfect thing to tease you all. I know you love looking at them, especially me in my curvy body, how the wool cable knit lays perfectly on me, the cowl neck shrouding my neck, and the small peek of my tits underneath the warm fabric. You know you want to stroke your cock to this sweater! Stroke to my warm, wonderful new green sweater as I tease you until you can’t hold back any longer and just cum!
***This is a custom video. For your own go HERE!***
Custom Script:
“So this starts with the camera black, but you can still hear your voice. You say ok. I’m going to pull this mask off and see whos causing all this trouble. Then the camera comes on into you facing me as if you unmasked me.” Hey, you’re Donny Dastardly, one of the biggest criminals out there! And I caught you -not Fred, or Velma, or Shaggy or Scooby me Daphne. That’s who! Wait till I tell the gang. So then you call up Fred, and you start telling him you caught Donny Dastardly, and you have him back at your headquarters(You don’t need another voice just ad-lib like someone is on the line you are talking to now. Fred tells you that there is a bomb Donny planted at an abandoned warehouse, and he needs that location because there are valuables there that will be destroyed if they don’t get there in time. So Fred wants you to try and get that location. But remember you are on borrowed time. All the while, you are talking to Fred, you have the camera on your feet kind of like the first custom you did for me. Lots of shoeplay while you are talking on the phone with Fred. So then you hang up the phone, and you turn your attention to me.
You look at me and say “Ok Donny you are going to give me that location and you are gonna make me famous” You know why because for years I have been the 5th wheel in our gang behind some pretty boy, a nerdy girl, a hungry hippie, and even a rover. 5th place!! Can you believe that? I have been underutilized and under-appreciated. Well, no more. Its Daphne Blakes turn. All I ever do is carry Scooby Snacks in my purse, and I am tired of my designer purse smelling liked doggie treats! You can adlib here too because you are good at it. Just go off talking to this criminal about how you feel left out instead of trying to make him give up the location.
You then look at the camera after babbling and complaining that you always had to wear pink tights and how much you hated pink tights. But Fred made you do it. You then get this serious look and say to me “ Ok here is what’s going to happen I am going to go take care of something quick(cuz we don’t have much) time, but when I come back, you are going to give me that location and then no more with Daphne being a doormat for these other losers in the gang. That’s when you leave and change out of your pink tights and come back in still wearing the purple heels but now wearing the tan pantyhose. You approach me and say, “ Ok, Donny, I have something to ask you, and you are going to tell me what I need to pause hear…you and then say…So do you like my new pantyhose? Aren’t these so much better than those icky pink tights I was wearing? Well, this is part of the new Daphne, the one who dresses as she pleases because she wants respect. Then you look at me again and say, “Ok, its time to get down to business. Before you can even finish your cell phone rings and you pick it up to its one of your girlfriends. Are you like, “ Hey girlfriend, what’s up? No, this isn’t a bad time. Then you go into gossip mode and forget about interrogating me. And of course, while you are on the phone doing this again, you are doing major shoeplay. But you don’t know I am noticing. So after being on the phone for a little bit. You come over to me and complain a little bit more about being mistreated and waste more time, and then your phone rings, and its Fred he wants to know if you have a location yet. You tell him no that I won’t talk. Again with the shoeplay and after a few minutes, you notice me looking at your feet. You say to me, “Are you checking out my feet ?”I deny it, but you are like” No I think you are.]Well today’s your lucky day because I am going to give you a closer look. You then kick off your heels and start wiggling your toes into the camera as if you are wiggling them into my face. Then you start talking about getting your toenails done and how expensive it is-more time wasted. Then you put your heels back on and right when you do Fred calls back a final time demanding the location You go into beast mode and bitch him out about all the years he’s never taken you seriously. And it should all be about me. You are never taken seriously. All the while, your back is turned to me and once again during serious shoeplay. So once you hang up with Fred, you turn around but notice I’m not even there. You call my name a few times before being like, “Oh snot, he got away. Ah, man, it’s back to Scooby Snacks duty for me. So then you put your head down and call Fred again and are like, “Fred, He got away. I don’t know what happened. He was all ready to talk and everything.”
Here I am, minding my own business in the corner of my gym when I keep noticing a guy gawking at me. Every time I look over there, he is tongue out, practically drooling. Being the witch I am, I decide to take matters into my own hands for the sake of every other woman in the gym and me. I confront him, but he seems unremorseful. That’s when I shrink him.
With a snap of my fingers, I change him into a much more manageable size, shove him between my sweaty tits, and take him home.
AS soon as I get back to my house, I take him out and decide to mess with him a bit. I shove my smelly shoes and socks in his face, since he seemed to be eyeing them the most, and then decide what I want to do with him. I could devour him, and I could stomp him, I could do any number of things to him. I raise him to my mouth and decide to taste.
BLECH! He tastes too sweat and gross for my tastes. I think this guy deserves to go into my dirty tennis shoes to like out the rest of his days!
I know your type. You came from a nice conservative Christian upbringing and were taught no sex before marriage, so you married young. You’re now years in and unhappy. You discovered Me to worship and realized how much of a stick in the mud your Christian wife is. You sneak around, jerking off whenever you get a chance, gooning at all hours to your thoughts of embracing the dark side and the Left Hand Path.
Well, I am here to tell you that you will never be happy, you will get caught, and you should leave her. Leave your stuck up wife for a happy life. We all know how much more fun we would have. How much more adventurous it is on the other side. So do it, leave that Christian wife of yours, and have a happy life with someone better!
I have been asked a lot about my tattoos and told how wonderful they are, so I thought I would give you all a tattoo tour and let you worship my ink. I start on my arms and move all around my curvy body, giving you a show of what each one of them entails. Of course, good boys will tribute so I may collect even more and grow my ink collection.
