Matriarch Malice!


Hello gooner. Back again. But this time you're squirming and I can almost smell the fear dripping through the screen. You really thought that you were getting away with it, huh? All that sloppy, desperate begging and obeying. You acted like it was your last chance at freedom, that you could just play with no consequences, right? But you were just having a little bit of fun, right? No, things are not still in your control. No. Here's the truth, you worthless little moron, it was all a trap, and now I've got you by the balls. Those pathetic texts about your balls being so full for me and 'My wife doesn't compare to a Goddess like you'. And don't forget about all the photos you've sent. Your hand wrapped around your sad little cock.. that wedding ring is probably sitting somewhere on a table, isn't it? A huge fuck you to your vows. And all those videos of you on your knees, jerking off, begging me to cum.. it would be a shame if she saw all those, right?


You would do anything to serve, right? Well, now you will. This is pure and absolute power. I hold every dirty secret, your addictions, those pathetic lies, the way that you have ruined yourself for me. All while promising that you'd leave and how you really need to be single so you can focus on me, right? Addicted to the thrill. So here's what's going to happen, you're going to open your wallet and empty it for me every month. I want whatever the fuck I ask for. Cash, gifts, favors, you can be my little errand boy, my little bitch, doing all the little dirty things I don't feel like doing. Or maybe just sending me more videos of you jerking off in your office, or arranging for me to fuck that hot friend of yours while you watch. The point is, total obedience, or I hit Send. And everyone in your life is going to see what a pathetic little bitch you are. How disgusting, how dirty.


Every task, every time you've licked your own mess, what a depraved slut you are. And everyone will see how you crave domination, how you whimper at the thought of me spitting in your mouth and calling you my slave. I'm sure as scary as this all is, it's turning you on, isn't it? And your colleagues, their faces as they get the video of you sucking on dildos and wearing panties, humping your wife's pillow as you groan because I wouldn't let you cum any other way. Your whole life is a house of cards and I am the one holding the match. Do you understand that? And the best part is seeing the terror in your eyes, it turns me on just thinking about ruining your life. And as much as this is freaking you out, you're still stroking.


Because as much as you hate my demands, you hate yourself, and you're trapped, you're my toy, you're whatever I want you to be. My fucking puppet, my cash cow. And I will savor every second of your downfall. I get off on the power rush while you rot in the nightmare that you created for yourself. Stroke for me, that's what got you into this mess in the first place. Stroke to the fact that if you don't do exactly what I want, your entire life will be ruined. One click, that's all it takes to blow up your entire life. One click and all of those photos and texts describing every dirty, disgusting detail. You make it so easy. I own your life. You have no choice, you have to stroke to me when I command or your wife will find out. You have to buy me whatever I want or your coworkers will see you sucking on a dildo.


So I guess you have a lot of thinking to do while you stroke. What's it going to be loser? Are you actually ready to submit? Or should I just start sharing the fun with everybody and have every single person you've ever known enjoying all of the information that I've collected from you. I think that you should ruin your life, because if you do, you will be single and you will have so much more time to dedicate to me. You see I don't actually care about you or your life, I want what's mine and if you're dumb enough to put yourself in this position well.. that sucks for you, doesn't it? These are the consequences of your actions. Here you are, still stroking even in this predicament. Because you can't help yourself, because you're addicted to being ruined and there's no way out.


So are you going to let me blow up your life or are you actually going to face yourself? Face everything, what you like, what you want, the fact that you are hopelessly addicted. And the fact that your life has come to this point, right now.. a mean internet brat fucking up your life because I feel like it or you being a good, obedient boy.. and being excited by that. Excited knowing there is no escape.


Mandy Marx!


Usually when I have a small member in my grip, I just use two fingers. Does that make sense? Two fingers. Usually my thumb and my index finger for a very tiny member. You know you have these really big cocks that are like two handers, like what are you even going to do with that? Then you have the single grip, and then you have some that are a little more deficient, but it gets the job done. And then a little smaller than that, well then we call that a small penis. And when you look down at your cock, which one are you? Don't answer that just yet. You see, I see lots of guys like that, two finger strokers, buying my clips because I do a lot of two finger stroking. And then beyond that there's you.


And if two fingers is too big for you, well then I guess I'm going to have to use my pinkies. I can pump that little thing in between my two pinkies. That would be just perfect for your little penis. And I want you to understand that you can cum at any time when I'm stroking you with two pinkies if you can cum from stroking with two little pinkies. What does that feel like, like when you cum? Is it smaller? Does just a little drop come out? Go on, stroke it with your two pinkies. You can cum at any time if you can!


Now I want you to take your pinkies and I want you to try and stroke your cock to completion, your small little cock with your smallest little fingers. Does that make sense? You have a small little cock so you're going to take your smallest fingers and I want you to strokey strokey with your little fingers. But really is it smaller? Like what is it like when you cum? I mean if you can cum with just your two littlest fingers. And using two fingers is really the most humiliating way to jerk. Aren't you glad you have such a tiny cock now? Even your jerking motion is humiliating.


And now when you're in front of the mirror and you're seeing your little cock, well then you can be happy about it because you get to jerk it in the most humiliating way. What a nice, little cock. See we can find the bright side in anything, even your cock. Because, sometimes, your thumb and index finger are too big. Stroke it with your two little pinkies, I wanna see. It is really small. And if it's too hard to stroke with your thumb and index finger, I think that's your sign, your sign to switch over to two pinkies. Don't you think?


Just a two pinky pumper. Faster and faster. Faster with your two little pinkies. You can cum at any time. You have my permission. Any time you can. It's ok to use one pinky if two is too much. Try one finger. Is two too much sometimes? Just use one finger to stroke, one pinky. If you can cum with one finger you can cum at any time. Just one finger.. It's pinky stroking tiny cock time.


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Matriarch Malice! This clip is a total mindfuck filled with mind confusion and brain dissection!


You are trembling because a woman finally sees you for what you are. You are a failure. Women can smell your desperation and you especially fucking reek. You're a pathetic, worthless excuse of a man and I'm about to dissect every single one of your fucking failures. Don't squirm, this is exciting, do you know why? I've got your entire sad little fucking life mapped out. I know exactly what to do with you. Think about it, how many fucking women have laughed in your fucking face? How many have ghosted you or ignored you? Maybe you should try counting them by using your useless, tiny little dick? And that little fucking thing between your legs is exactly why you're going to remain alone. I've seen clits with more presence. Real men own rooms, you, you leave stains in them.


I can smell the desperation just oozing out of your pores. You reek of it. And you have this pathetic need to be wanted. But let's face it, no woman wants you. We can smell your beta energy from across the room. It's the smell of failure. So now you're stuck here jerking to screens and pixels. That's what you get because you've got a cock so small, so pitiful, that it could never satisfy a woman. Small penis humiliation isn't really a game for you. It is just your reality. Now take it out so I can see how small it is. Go on, measure it. Measure that little micro weeny. Go on and jerk it if you can even get a hold of it. Use two fingers. Ew it's really gross actually. You're never really going to measure up, are you? No. Your purpose is not to fuck women.


So let's talk about your true place. Have you ever tasted cock? No, of course not. You're too busy rage pumping your cock at home alone. Look at this big cock with me. Now stay with me. I know you fantasize about the cock you wish you had, that you could actually please a woman and fuck her like she needs. You fantasize about using it to fuck women who are so out of your league. Now let's get deeper, shall we? Because I know you're diddling your sad little penis about that too. Now just imagine for a moment, gagging on this thick cock. Just feeling it fill up your throat the way that you wish you could fill up women. And then at the end, you get to lick it up. Doesn't that kinda sound incredible for you? It's definitely more than you get on your own.


Sucking the cock of a man that fucks the women you wish you could fuck. It's really the closest you can get. And I think that your failures make you perfect for sissy training. You deserve it. Picture this, you on your knees in a slutty outfit, while I point and laugh watching you get face fucked. I am really just making you embrace fucking reality because nothing else is happening for you. How much time has to go by of you being a fucking gooning loser until you fucking get it? It's not happening for you. This is reality. Your reality is to suck the cock of men that you wish you could be. Men that fuck the women that you wish you could fuck. It's your destiny and the solution to your problems. Becoming a cock hungry whore that services the men they wish they could be. That's you.


You're not a man, not really. I mean what is manly about you exactly? You are really just a cuckold. Do you remember all those women that ghosted you? They're out getting fucking railed by the men that you wish you could be. Do you see how that works? Those women are being fucked by the cock that you wish you had. But you will never have. You are here alone, with dicklette in hand, and that's where you are in comparison. Do you see my point? But.. you could be watching it happen, everything you wish you could do to women. While you sit in the corner, denied, degraded. That's your life now. You could chase the unattainable, or simply dropping to your knees to suck a superior man's cock. So surrender deeper, what other choice do you have, you pathetic fuck?


Just feel that humiliating wave just wash right over you. I know it makes your tiny little dick twitch. So tell me what hurts worse? Is it your ego or is it your little micro hard on? Your only real choices are to chase the ghost or to swallow cum for kings. We both know the answer here. But the twist is that deep down, you love this, don't you? After all you'll finally be getting the attention that you want so badly. And I know that you get off on every cruel word. But are you actually ready to truly face it? That you're not really a man? There is no other solution, don't you see? You know that it's true. Your only use is kneeling. Stop chasing pussy you will never get, try cock. I'll bet you suck cock better than you fuck. I want you to taste the degradation, the humiliation, the embarrassment of it all. Stop the delusion that you're living in, a different reality, this is it for you.


HumiliationPOV proudly introduces our newest Brat, Matriarch Malice! Her bratty voice in this clip will absolutely melt your mind..


Welcome to your new obsession, little gooner. I'm Matriarch Malice and I'm about to drag you into the depths of your weakest desires. You're already hard just hearing my voice, aren't you? You clicked because you're addicted to that rush. Your hand is already glued to your cock, isn't it? Good. Turn off your fucking brain, toy. Just sink in to my voice. Stroke that cock slowly, teasingly slow, like you're worshiping my big, juicy tits. As if they were bouncing in your face. Your monitor isn't just glass and wires, it's a cage for your dopamine starved brain. No stopping, no thinking, just gooning for me.


Let it all melt together until you're drooling for pixels. It's time to begin the goon cycle. Your reality is dissolving into pixels now. Your lifestyle.. scroll, stroke, leak, repeat. Your dumb cock is twitching for more digital filth. Look at you, already throbbing like a pathetic little gooner, before I've even really begun. Your screen is your alter, and my curves and my voice are your fucking religion. I own your addiction. No thoughts, just your hand glued to that goonstick. I want you obsessed, I want you ruined, I want you addicted to the glaze in your eyes as you worship and stroke for me, little gooner zombie.


It feels so good, doesn't it? Good boys don't think, they goon. Edge. You exist to leak for me now. You can stroke again. Do you think you control this? You're drooling, jerking, eyes glued on me. You are a puppet and every stroke is a tribute to me and you'll never stop paying. You exist to edge, to leak, to obey. And you love this, you want to get worse for me. You're drowning in the haze now. That sweet, stupid trance where nothing matters but the next stroke. That's where you are right now, huh? Work that cock like it's your job, because it is, goontoy. Your purpose, to be desperate, to crave this ache, until your balls turn blue.


Now stroke faster. Feel that sticky heat building. That's your brain short circuiting, turning you into my personal little cum factory. Stroke faster for me gooner, give me those pathetic, desperate whimpers. Ruin yourself, let it rot your brain. Because it feels so good. Weak and throbbing. You're so fucking addicted, aren't you? My big, perfect tits, my juicy round ass, they own every stroke of that desperate cock. Your hungry eyes want you to edge harder for me. Lose yourself completely. So mindrinsed, every pump makes you dumber and more obsessed.


But you can't help yourself, you're not just watching, you're spiraling, getting that goon haze where nothing else matters. Don't you feel it? I know you want to cum so badly. That ache you're feeling, that's me controlling you, making your addiction worse with every single second. You're just a pathetic junkie for this, aren't you? Go deeper. Pump harder. I want it to consume you. I want you begging me to let you cum as your brain glitches out. That precum that you're leaking, that's your surrender.


Alright my little brain melted goon zombie, I know you're ready to cum. Now when I say cum, you erupt, not a second early, not a second late. If you break this trance, I'll ruin your orgasm and make you edge for hours, understood. I want you to feel every fucking vein throb for me. Keep gooning. You're addicted and broken and it feels so good. I own this orgasm and you're almost there. Beg to cum for me. I know how desperate you are. Stroke it faster, get yourself to the edge and cum for me, explode for this screen. It feels so good to empty your aching balls for me. Say, 'Thank you'. Just left with sticky hands and your brain is fried. Perfect. Now you're even more hooked, but just remember, this is only the beginning of your spiral. You'll be back to pay, pump and edge, to go deeper in your addiction. Your mind is mine, and just like that you're ruined, addicted forever. Your head is filled with mushy brains, not a thought in that head.