Happy September! I can’t believe we are already nine months into this year. I think 2020 has been a crazy ride! I am hoping everything settles out here soon, and we can get back as close to normal as possible.
This year is the first year since 2008 that I have not gone to Burning Man, and the first birthday in 13 years that I have celebrated at home and not out in the desert with all of my crazy kinky friends. To say it is a weird feeling that I am not running around in crazy costumes and getting dusty is an understatement. Tomorrow is my birthday, so all the tributes and sales will help make up for it not being a normal day for me.
I am, as always, accepting custom requests! Just reply to this email, and let’s make something unforgettable. I am only doing solo clips at this time, but I hope that can change sooner than later.
I came out with five new clips this last week. I have attached them below. Check them all out and snap them up!
Well, that is all for this week. I am hoping that I can send out weekly newsletters again. Check your inboxes every Tuesday for more updates!
Warm Regards and Kinky Dreams,
You Only Think You’re Big
You always talk about it. How big it is, how girthy it is, how you can make any woman moan with your big old cock. I don’t think you can, though, and I want you to show it to me. Of course, you always have exaggerated your cock size, and I am here to tell you it isn’t big at all! It is relatively small and pathetic! How does it feel to be a loser with such a small pitiful dick? Well, I am here to tell you and make sure you never call it big again!
I know you want to see my feet, but I don’t feel like entertaining you. The only thing I will do is stick my feet in your face and let you watch as I wiggle my cute rainbow-colored toes, scrunching them up and down. I will let you gaze upon my ultra-soft soles, meaty heels, and high arches, but you won’t hear a peep from me because I could care less if you are there or not. I am just going to ignore you until I start yawning, signaling it’s time for bed and for you to get out of my hair.
You’re still a virgin, and I am here to make you stay that way. There are so many things wrong with you, which is why you have never lost it. Face it, a woman like me would never look twice at you. We look right through you. You know you’ll never really get laid, and remain a virgin forever, so you might as well serve me and pledge me your virginity!
It’s been a rough year, and all you want is your pockets lined and even more money than you already have. You come to me seeking an incantation for even more wealth, but you are in for a real surprise! Instead of your wealth increasing, the spell I cast mesmerizes you and makes you powerless in my presence. Every bit of money this spell magically grants you, makes you become enchanted and have the uncontrollable urge to hand it all over to me, making your greedy goddess rich beyond measure!
You’re one of those guys who sits home and jerks off thinking about how much you’d love to eat your cum, but can’t get up the nerve to do it. You view your cum as your humiliation every time you orgasm. Shame for the fact that you are a poor loser and will never have anyone else eat it for you. Well, you’re going to stroke, and I am going to make you. I am going to make you eat up your loser mess and taste every drop. You’re going to eat your humiliation just for me!
Good morning everyone! I hope your week has been off to a good start so far, and everyone has been staying healthy. I have just been hanging around the house this week, healing the million bug bites I received from my cabin time. I guess you can say I am tasty with how my legs looked. lol
This week I have already been busy shooting custom clips and planning some epic ones for the near future. I finally received my brand new computer after waiting over six weeks, and I am about to put it to good use, making trippy cerebral videos that I hope you all will love as much as I do. 🙂
As always, I am taking solo custom clip requests and am still up for new ideas. Please let me know and reply to this email with your project and let’s make some custom magic! Unfortunately, due to the US COVID response and them rolling back openings, I will not be traveling anytime soon. I am hoping we can get it together around here so I can resume working with other models sooner than later!
I released five new clips over the last week, and they are all listed right under this email. Feel free to snap them all up!
Well, that is all for this week! Till next time!
Warm Regards and Kinky Dreams,
You love to wallow in your self-hate and pity, so much so it turns you on, doesn’t it? I understand, and it makes perfect sense. All those things you feel about yourself, they’re right. You’re a loser, and you can’t help it. I want you to use this energy to jerk off, the self-hate, the depreciation. Stroke like the loser you are and hate your pathetic existence to orgasm!
Brand new shiny pantyhose means that I just had to tease you again with another pantyhose fix! I know how irresistible shiny things are, and my shapely legs and ass are the star of the show with these hose. You can’t help but get mesmerized and just want to stroke to them, watching as my body moves across the screen. With each move, I know I am drawing you further in making it impossible to look away until you just have to explode!
“Dear Goddess, Let me begin by thanking You for the custom: “Fucked up for Professor“. Words cannot describe how amazing this clip has been… I would like to continue with my submission with Your permission and guidance, Goddess. Words cannot describe how sexy it was to follow your orders, and goon and get f*cked up. I would like to order a new episode with a similar clip, but with a surprise of Your choice, Goddess: please get me f*cked up (push the boundaries of the previous clip), but let me have wider boundaries tributing You, Also, please have a “surprise” element of Your clip, like CEI, denial, coerced orgasms, JOI, CBT… I would like to follow Your commands without knowing what is coming. It would be awesome if you started again from an innocent outfit to get completely controlling my mind with Your irresistible tight outfit.”
You owe a bunch of taxes and made an appointment with an IRS Auditor to clear things up. That’s when you met me. I am not your everyday tax professional, and when I find someone, I can control and make money off of, well, I do it. The rules are simple: do what I say, and your debt will disappear, don’t do what I say, well you’ll be lining my pockets with tributes!
You are just like the others. You saw me sitting alone in the bar and thought it would be a great idea to strike up a conversation. Little did you know that you’d end up here, mesmerized by me. I knew I had you as soon as you spoke. I could see your life force just pumping through your veins and knew that I had t have a taste. At first, I was going to drain you. Once your sweet juice hit my lips, I knew you had to be part of my vampire army!
I am the witch who seeks out men like you. I hear your thoughts and your secret desires and know what you want: To be fully feminized. You often dream of having big breasts, long hair, soft skin, to be fully transformed into the perfect slut! I am here, inside your head, to cast a spell. I will call upon the dark goddess feminine, and when you awake from this dream, your wish will be granted. You will reach down and find a pussy where your cock once was, almost forgetting you were ever really a man before this!
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!
Well, that is all for this week. Till next time!
Warm Regards and Kinky Dreams,
Glamouring The Fool
***This is a custom Clip. For your own email Me!***
“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!!!!”
***This is A custom clip. For your own email Me!***
“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.””
***This is a custom clip. For your own email me!***
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!