I hope everyone is well and holed up at home. I have been self-isolating for two weeks now, and since I have a small person not in school, getting back on some sort of schedule has been a challenge for the last few weeks. I do finally have a system in place, though, and we should be back on track as far as these newsletters go weekly from here on out. I know you’re tired of hearing about COVID-19, so I am not going to say anything other than please stay the heck home! We will get through this, and I just want you all to get to the other side in one piece.
During this time, I am still taking custom video requests! Just click here and fill my custom content form here and let’s set something up!
In other great news, Clips4Sale has a new incentive starting on the first of April. Anyone using my unique link to purchase clips will make it possible for me to get 100% commission off of clip sales! That’s right, 100%! I will make every penny before taxes! All you have to do is use OliviaRoseFetish.com for purchases until the thirtieth of April. 😀
I am still releasing new clips during this time, and have a little stash of clips with a few models from the last few months, so you all have some new content to look forward to in the future! I also released five new clips this previous week. Feel free to browse them below and snap them all up!
Well, that is all for this week! Till next time!
Warm Regards and Kinky Dreams,
The Brain Melting of Trish
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“Dressed in the PVC top with purple bra and panties, leggings from your freak for my feet video, boots, choker with shiny makeup, and lipstick. You enter your bedroom with a laptop, dildo on the bed looking for Dante. “Daaannnttteee where are you, son of a bitch got a job but didn’t invite me that asshole.” The wait is this his laptop? It’s not locked at all wow I can see what that dumbass is up to know let’s see his browser history.” You sit on the bed and start using his laptop, and to your surprise, see that his browser is all Olivia Rose.com, and you get pissed off and click on one of the links. “Whose this Olivia Rose why is Dante watching so many of her videos he got a woman right in front of him, and he decides to go for online? When he comes back, his a done devil.” You click on your metronome joi video to get comfortable and skip to 0:02:05 and play the video. “Oh please, what’s this going to make me into a jerk off a zombie or something? Let’s see, shall we? You continue watching for 1 min then you start to feel entranced by the video and say, “her voice is so seductive, it’s pretty mesmerizing I, I feel like stroking something now.” You pick up the dildo beside you and stroke it according to the beat of the video for 30 seconds. Then the screen turns black. Now its the next scene, Dante returns seeing you lying down on your bed with your laptop on your right facing you and stroking the dildo with one hand on your right according to the beat of the video. When the video ends, you fall asleep. “Snap!” You wake up and see Dante beside you. “Oh, don’t your back what happened to me, oh, that’s right. I was watching your stupid video can’t believe you would watch her instead of me, am I not real to you don’t you know how I feel about you? And I can’t believe that video put me into a trance don’t tell me your under her spell as well oh, of course, your the son of Sparda there’s no way something like this will work on you.” Whats that is that a metronome no-no doesn’t turn it on. Please don’t!” The metronome is at 60 bpm, and you fall into a trance and stand at attention. “Yes, Master Dante, I am your metronome stroke slave and ready to comply.” Yes, Master Dante, whenever the metronome stops, I will stop what I am doing and freeze in place, and if it continues, I will continue what I am doing.” Snap! You stand up and ask Dante to follow you to the other room. You start to dance sexy to the beat of the metronome for 4 min (have a pause scene for every minute and increase the speed of the metronome by 20 after every pause max 120). “Yes, “Master Dante, I will stroke your dick according to the beat.” Metronome now at 60 bpm you are on your knees camera looking down on you and you stroke his cock (dildo) for 4 min (the same thing have a pause scene and increase speed by 20 after every pause max 120 twist stroke at 60 and 80 bpm). You stroke him at 120 bpm for 30 seconds, then you orgasm when he cums. Oh my god, Dante, you, the son of Sparda.” You laugh later, “snap!” You awake from your trance and is surprised to see Dante’s cock in front of you. “Why are you cock in front of me what did you make me do?” Oh no, not again, please don’t turn it on back, no!” Metronome starts playing at 60 bpm. You tried covering your ears but slowly fall into a trance again and slowly remove your hands from your ears. “Yes, Master Dante, I am your metronome stroke slave again. Please let me stroke your cock.” We now return to your bedroom, and you are in your PVC top and panties and black stockings giving a thigh job while standing up in front of your bed laptop. Repeat what the video is saying. Then you end the video (zoom in in your face) with you saying, “Yes, Master Dante, Trish is your compliant metronome stroke slave…” The video ends.”
I received a new pair of sandals a few weeks back from a fan, and I have been itching to wear them. With the weather finally getting nice, but not being able to go out much, I thought I would wear them anyway and tease you with them by dangling them off of my pretty pink pedicured feet while making you stroke.
I know you check out feet all the time, and this lack of leaving the house is making it super hard to get your fix! So stroke, while I dangle and tease these shiny new black sandals off my feet. Stroke to the pace of my dangle and stroke to the thought of them falling off and me letting you cum!
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“I had an idea for a fart video that I would absolutely love for you to do. I was hoping you could do bare ass farting into a plain white coffee mug with black coffee in it. Every so often describing how bad it smells and that you have to use the bathroom. The coffee will be for me the viewer you will have me jerk my cock to the sound of your farts. In the end, you will instruct me to cum in the coffee and forced to drink it.”
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“You are the sister-in-law telling the viewer\\listener that she will never understand why her sister married a loser husband. But you were happy to hear that she found a mighty, massive dick, seed-producing man and that hubby is now their cuck. But, it was hilarious to hear that after the first time they fucked, bb hubby tried to man-up and stop him. After he grabbed hubby, he pulled his pants down and spanked him until he cried. Your sister and her new man knew what to do. It didn’t take long to see that all the times your sister’s new man came over, and hubby was so scared of him that he began to spontaneously s**t his pants. They decided putting hubby in diapers was more appropriate. Now hubby is in a nursery next to their room while they are fucking, and he’s dumping cum into her sweet pussy. Hubby is now dressed in a Daddy’s girl onesie, sucking on a dick pacifier, sh***ing his pants and pissing himself out of fear and humiliation. Now they wait to change him until morning while giving hubby a bottle of his warm cum. He loves scoop weak loser hubby in his arms and bounces hubby on his knee while he squirms in his s****y diaper while it oozes out and has become their baby cuck. Now you just love to go over to their house to “babysit” bb hubby…what a bb dicked cuck.”
Right now is an uncertain time. I do know one thing, though. It is that you should stay home and stroke. Right now is one of the few times in your life that you can just slack off everything and stay home to goon all day long. Watch as I mesmerize you and make you stroke over and over, melting your mind to be more of a jerk off junky than you thought you would ever be.
You’re going to stay home, you’re going to stroke to my long legs and beautiful body over and over, and maybe when this is all over I will let you cum, or perhaps not.
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
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“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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“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!
I hope everyone had a fun-filled New Years’ Eve and is ready for the new year and decade! I know I am! I have so many good things in store I can almost burst. From international travel to site setups and goals to work with more people, it is sure to be a great one!
With AVN almost three weeks away, I am busy planning a bunch of shoots. I hope to work with some new people as well as old and am even accepting customs for my trip to Las Vegas. Do you want in on making your Olivia Rose custom dreams come true? Just email me back and let’s set something up! It is sure not to disappoint!
Of course, I am also, as always, setting up my schedule for custom solo shoots for the next few weeks. Have an idea you haven’t seen my film yet? Want something magical to keep in your custom library? Let’s make it happen!
We also have one more month of Clips4Sales “End of the Year Sales Event” left! Buy any clip9s) from my OliviaRoseFetish.com URL and get entered to win a custom of your own! Just send me a copy of the receipt after your purchase, and for every clip purchase, you get entry into my drawing! The more clips you buy, the more chances to win a custom! The lucky winner will be pulled February first and announced on Twitter. I rarely do contests, so here is your chance to win something fantastic!
Last week I released seven new clips for your enjoyment. Feel free to browse them and buy them all!
Well, that is about it for this week. May all your resolutions be met in this coming year as well!
Warm Regards and Kinky Dreams,
Cuck Hubby’s Christmas Gift
I am glad you’re home early this Christmas, and boy, do I have a special gift for you under the tree this year. Not only will you get to unwrap me in this sexy outfit, but I have some hot guys coming over to complete our Cuckold Christmas experience! We had so much fun last time with our threesome experience, I thought, “What better a Christmas present than to do it again?”
You know the guy friend that is always hitting on me and trying to get in my pants? Well, he is the one that is coming over. I thought it would be best if it were someone you were jealous of and better than you in every way! And his cock! It is Christmas cock, and you are going to help get him hard for my pussy. If you don’t, well, you cant participate.
I suggest you go shower and get ready because he will be here soon!
There is nothing better than a couple of days old, well worn, stinky socks! I bet you think of these socks all the time. You imagine how good they smell, how you would love them all over you, their smelly goodness all over your sock slut face. Take a really big whiff of these stinky socks. They make you weak and you just can’t help but be a good foot bitch and sniff while you stroke your sub-par dick.
You can’t be in metal chastity. I know this because of the high profile job you have. You have to pass through metal detectors every day, and you don’t want anyone finding out that you are not allowed o cum. Today I am going to test your resolve, test your devotion to me, and test how much self-control you have. I am going to tease and torment you with my curves while you watch. You’re not allowed to touch. You’re not allowed to stroke no matter how tempting this my body in this beige lingerie might be.
I have faith in you, though. I know you are a good boy, and you will pass this test of mental chastity.
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“I would like to ask about a custom made scenario in which you find a shrunken man and you talk about how this his tiny member can’t please a Goddess like you and is only suitable for being food for your divine body.
You compare my body to the size cigarette, and once you’ve done giving your boyfriend a smoking blowjob, you’re going to eat me.
You scold me on how I’m smaller than your man’s dick and how you are going to feel me inside you while you are having sex as I dissolve in your stomach juices to become nourishment and energy while you fuck.”
This year I am planning on throwing a New Years’ Eve Party, and I decided you are going to be the party slave! I have invited a bunch of my best girlfriends to partake in the festivities. You won’t just be serving us, though. No, we will turn you into a New Years’ baby! I am going to diaper you and make you help my girlfriends and me all night. Not only will you be serving us champagne, but you will also be available for us to play with and use you however we want. Does my BFF wish to use a strap-on on you? She can! Does someone want to give you a hard spanking? It’s going to happen!
The best part, though, is the Diapering. You will wear a diaper all night long. We will be making you drink lots of water, too, and you guessed it. You won’t be allowed to go potty like a big boy! You’re just going to have to soak through that diaper till midnight!
I know you’re going to be excited to be used, humiliated, and degraded. Now go and start cleaning up! This is going to be the best new years party ever!
It’s the precipice of a new year, and while some of you have new years resolutions not to drink, not sniff, not smoke, and have thrown everything out, I think you should do the opposite. I know how you go through phases thinking your aroma addiction is bad and throw out all your rush, or whatever other brands you use, to turn around a few weeks later and give in to your craving and buy everything all over again.
This year is going to be different, though. You’re going to embrace your addiction to being mentally elevated and go with it. Give in to your vices this New Year, and get fucked up!
It’s a brand new year, and it is time to set brand new goals. We both know you much you love being feminized, wearing women’s panties, struggling with your love of being sissified. You have often tried to quiet, gotten rid of all of your girly clothing, and swore never to touch it again, to return to it a brief time later. This year it will be different. You will embrace being feminized, embrace your sissy side, and start fresh on a path of sissification and feminization, and I am here to tell help you do just that.