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Community Pic Wish ✨ You Pick, I Pose! 🔥 Back by popular dem..

Community Pic Wish ✨

You Pick, I Pose! 🔥

Back by popular demand 🖤 Last time we did this, you all killed it with your amazing suggestions, and the results were 🔥🔥! So, let’s do it again! 😈

Ever seen something online or imagined a scene you need to see me in? Or maybe there’s a kinky idea you’ve been dying to see me try? Well, now’s your chance to make it happen!

Drop your wildest, sexiest, or most creative suggestions in the comments below 👇

The most liked ideas will make it into a poll, and the winning suggestion will inspire a brand-new picture series. 😘

Time to get your creative juices flowing… Let’s see what you’ve got! 😏

Bedtime 🌙 Some nights, my bedtime routine is soft and cozy. ..

Bedtime 🌙

Some nights, my bedtime routine is soft and cozy. And then there are nights like this one.

Wearing only a white see-through blouse and thigh-high socks, I plugged myself with my big glass toy before crawling into bed. I felt so full already, my body buzzing with anticipation. And as soon as my Owner walked in, I could tell he approved.

He didn’t make me wait long… I got to show my devotion by wrapping my lips around his cock, my favorite task. But the real fun started when he tried to slide into me… and realized just how tight I was. The plug was big, I was already clenching, and his cock just wouldn’t quite fit the way it usually does.

But that didn’t stop him from trying. From teasing. From making me feel used, even if it didn’t go as deep as we’d hoped. It turned into a delicious struggle between fullness and craving, pain and pleasure.

And that’s exactly how I fell asleep that night: aching, leaking, plugged… 😍

Just a sweet little bedtime look… or is it? All white tonigh..

Just a sweet little bedtime look… or is it?

All white tonight see-through blouse, over-the-knee socks, and nothing else underneath 😏

I like to be ready before my Owner even walks in the room…

Think he was pleased when he saw me like this? Plugged & waiting. 😇✨

Here are the pictures from yesterday’s punishment session…Ye..

Here are the pictures from yesterday’s punishment session…

Yes, all three plugs stayed in the entire time. 🥺

Yes, I cried out. 😢

Yes, I’ll try harder next time. 😌

Domestic Training: Cage Punishment I knew I fucked up again...

Domestic Training: Cage Punishment

I knew I fucked up again. And I knew spanking wouldn’t be enough this time.

Still in my gym clothes, I was called over by my Owner—already nervous, already wet. He had mittens and three inflatable plugs waiting for me… and of course, my blind hood. The one that turns me into nothing but a body. An object.

He locked me in our cage, restrained me with chains, and positioned me ass up, face down. That pose looks cute in pictures, but holding it like that, plugged in all holes, for 20 minutes straight… it burns. Not just in my thighs, but everywhere. My moans weren’t from pleasure… they were from struggle. From being pushed. From being corrected.

I felt every little twitch. Every pulse. Every inflation.
And when I thought I couldn’t take more, he reminded me: this is what happens when I don’t follow my rules.
I deserved it. And I needed it.

Happy Weekend! ❤️ Wishing you all a wonderful weekend, howev..

Happy Weekend! ❤️

Wishing you all a wonderful weekend, however you choose to spend it! Whether you’re indulging in some well-deserved relaxation or getting up to something a little more naughty, I hope it’s everything you need and more. ✨

And for todays post we have an unusual punishment session in which I had some cage time-out… with all three holes filled 😅

As promised, here are the pictures from yesterday’s thorough..

As promised, here are the pictures from yesterday’s thorough medical session. A mix of pleasure, pain, and discipline… just the way it should be. Every check-up has its lessons, and I certainly learned mine. 😉

Enjoy the full set and let me know what you think!

The Clinic - Part 2 There’s a certain feeling I get every ti..

The Clinic - Part 2

There’s a certain feeling I get every time I step into his clinic. A mix of nervous anticipation and deep submission. It’s not just about check-ups or playful teasing… this is where rules are reinforced, where I am stripped down to my most vulnerable state, physically and mentally.

Today was no different. Dressed in barely anything—just a ridiculously short knitted “dress,” stay-ups, and high heels—I was already on display before anything even began. And, of course, I wore my blind mask, heightening every sensation and fully reducing me to an object in his hands. I was already wet before I even bent over the examination bench, which he quickly confirmed as he pressed his fingers between my thighs. Just that one simple touch and I felt myself twitch, my body reacting instinctively, knowing what was coming next.

But today wasn’t just about pleasure.

Today was about pain.

Before I could even process that, I was ordered to the floor. My hands instantly knew their place—one on his thigh, the other wrapped around his already hard cock. I love this part. Feeling him throb in my mouth, hearing his groans, knowing I am of use. But even as I worked my tongue over him, my mind was elsewhere, already dreading what was to come. Because the worst part? I never know how much I’ll be able to take.

Once his assistant had everything prepared, I was secured into the bondage device on the examination bench. My legs spread, my body locked in place. No escape. And then it began… light slaps at first, nothing too overwhelming, but just enough to make me whimper. I am so sensitive, especially down there. Every hit made me flinch, my body instinctively trying to move away, but the device held me in place.

Then came the real challenge.

Six hits with the riding crop. If I could endure them, I would be rewarded. Not just with words or praise, but with something I actually craved: deep, hard thrusts. A cruel balance of pain and pleasure, knowing that withstanding one meant earning the other. The first few strikes made me whimper, but I knew better than to complain. And when he pushed inside me as a reward, I barely had time to recover before the next set of strikes followed. Maybe it was the adrenaline, maybe it was being so deep into subspace, or maybe it was just the sheer overwhelming pleasure that dulled the pain, but somehow, I got through it.

Eventually, he was satisfied. But my humiliation wasn’t over yet.

While still on the bench, I was ordered to move my ass up and down, a humiliating little dance that only made me blush harder. Then, finally, I was allowed to crawl over to him… back to where I belong, back to being of use. I could still taste myself on his cock, still feel the sting on my skin. And just like that, it was over.

Before dismissing me, he handed over my new prescription: a little wand and some clamps. Another reminder that pain and pleasure always come as a package deal.

And another reminder that my body isn’t mine. It belongs to him.

Back in The Clinic today for another thorough examination. D..

Back in The Clinic today for another thorough examination. Dressed and ready for my next appointment… my pussy will be checked properly to make sure it’s functioning just right. 🔥

Think I’ll pass the test? 😈 Full video coming later today 😍

This Week on Doe Eyes Another week, another set of scenes th..

This Week on Doe Eyes

Another week, another set of scenes that push my limits, test my obedience, and leave me dripping—sometimes in sweat, sometimes in something else. 😏 From strict discipline to medical examinations to my favorite bedtime ritual, this week has been all about control, use, and submission. 😍

🔒 Domestic Training – Cage Punishment

Disobedience comes at a price, and this time, it meant 30 minutes locked in my cage, restrained with mittens and a chain, unable to move or touch myself. As if that wasn’t enough, my Owner made sure I felt every second of my confinement—plugging all three of my holes with inflatable pump toys. Each slow pump stretched me further, testing my endurance and my will. No relief, no escape… just pure training.

⚕️ Medical Play – Pussy Check-Up

Part 2 of our medical series, and the doctor’s examination is getting more… thorough. Strapped down in a bondage device on the examination table, I had no choice but to stay still as every inch of me was inspected, tested, and used. This check-up left me gasping and quivering under his control.

🌙 Bedtime – A Sweet Send-Off to Sleep

Dressed in white 🤍 soft and delicate—overknee socks, a sheer blouse, the picture of innocence. But innocence is only an illusion when you’re writhing under your Master’s touch, desperate for release. This night, I got more than just my usual wind-down routine… he wanted me to feel him long after he was done. A deep creampie to carry me into my dreams, keeping me full and warm all night long.

Which scene had you sweating the most? 😈🔥

New week, new opportunities to be my best for my Master 😌✨ M..

New week, new opportunities to be my best for my Master 😌✨

Mondays might not be everyone’s favorite, but for a devoted slave like me, every new week is just another chance to improve, to push myself further, and to serve even better. 🖤

Whether it’s training my body, my endurance, or my obedience… I love knowing that I’m growing, becoming more refined, more disciplined, more useful.

So here’s to a week full of purpose, devotion, and maybe just a little bit of mischief… 😏

How are you guys starting your week?

Something new arrived from my Throne wishlist, and I finally..

Something new arrived from my Throne wishlist, and I finally got to try it out… 😈

I was already feeling like a total slut in this outfit—tiny knitted sweater dress (if you can even call it that 😅), no bra, chains attached from my nipple piercings to my collar, and nothing covering my ass but the puffer jacket. Even walking to the car would be a risk… Master definitely planned that on purpose.

But there was one thing missing. No plug. Which felt so unusual. I kept wondering why until he sent me upstairs to find my surprise waiting for me on the bed.

Latex dildo panties.

The moment I saw them, I knew I was going to love them. Slipping them on, feeling the dildo slide inside me, already dripping wet from anticipation… it was perfect.

I rushed back downstairs to show Master, presenting myself like the obedient fuckdoll I am. He made me pull them down, fuck myself on the dildo a little, get used to the stretch… and just like that, I was stuffed and ready to go.

Nothing makes me feel filthier than being filled up, walking around like this, knowing every step makes it press deeper inside me. And tonight, I got to wear it out in public. To dinner. To drinks. To meet kinky friends, with my little secret keeping me soaked the whole time.…

Outfit of the night… but with a little twist. 😏 A super shor..

Outfit of the night… but with a little twist. 😏

A super short knitted sweater dress, high heels, my big puffer jacket (because, let’s be real, it’s still cold outside), and… something new underneath. 👀

Master had me all dressed up and ready to go meet some kinky friends, but of course, I couldn’t just walk out the door without giving him a proper view first. So, I had to present myself and let him admire his property before heading out.

But there’s a special addition to tonight’s outfit. Something I found waiting for me upstairs… something that will keep me stuffed the entire time we’re out. 😈

Full video coming soon. 😍

Happy Weekend, everyone! 🖤 The week is over, the fun is just..

Happy Weekend, everyone! 🖤

The week is over, the fun is just beginning… 😏 Hope you’re all making the most of your weekend, whether that means relaxing, playing, or maybe getting into a little bit of trouble. 😈

I’ll be spending mine exactly how I should: Obedient, used, and always ready for more. 🔥

No Room for ModestyIt wasn’t just a walk—it was a test. A ch..

No Room for Modesty

It wasn’t just a walk—it was a test. A challenge to see just how far we’d go, how willing we were to be put on display.

Our skirts were short. Our bodies were bare. And our orders? Simple. Present ourselves. No hesitation. No shame.

Legs spread wide on a bench. Fingers gripping onto chains, stretching, arching, showing off. Crawling through the dirt like obedient little pets. Whatever was asked, we did—because we don’t belong to modesty, we belong to them.

It’s always an honor to be admired… even if only by the right eyes.

As for a certain someone forgetting her plug (I‘m sure all of you have noticed 😂)? Well… let’s just say, I wouldn’t want to be Lina @teenslaave02-sir when the next punishment is handed out. 😏 Ice cubes and clamps sound like a fun little mix, don’t you think? 😈

Puppies on Parade After our last little… correction, Lina @t..

Puppies on Parade

After our last little… correction, Lina @teenslaave02-sir and I were back in line, following our Masters through the park, ready for whatever they had in store for us.

And they certainly had ideas.

From leaning against fences, lifting our skirts, to stretching out on a park bench with our legs spread—there was no shortage of ways to present ourselves. Even when we were ordered to crawl on all fours through the dirt and leaves, we obeyed without question.

The best part? We never quite knew what would come next. A new position, a new challenge, a new way to be displayed… there’s something thrilling about surrendering completely, letting our bodies be arranged however our Masters see fit.

Video coming later today! 😍

Breaking the Rules in Broad DaylightBerlin parks are beautif..

Breaking the Rules in Broad Daylight

Berlin parks are beautiful this time of year—especially when you’re taking a walk with your Master, knowing you’re on display for anyone who cares to look closely enough. Lina and I were ordered to climb on something, our short skirts riding up as we did so, feeling the cool air against our bare skin.

Or at least… I felt it.

That’s when we noticed it.

Lina was wearing a slip.

A slip.

I looked at her in disbelief, and she immediately knew she was in trouble. It’s one of the most basic rules: no unnecessary barriers, no extra layers between us and whatever our Masters decide to do with us. A slip under a skirt? That’s practically blasphemy.

Naturally, the mistake had to be corrected immediately. Right there, she had to take it off and hand it over. But that wasn’t enough. A mistake like that has to be addressed, a lesson has to be learned.

So, as soon as the moment was right, my Owner made sure she wouldn’t forget the rules again—just enough to remind her (and me) of what happens when we fail to meet expectations.

Once balance was restored, we continued our walk as if nothing had happened.

And just like that, everything was as it should be.

A little park break… but some girls just can’t behave 😏 Swin..

A little park break… but some girls just can’t behave 😏

Swinging side by side, catching a breath before things get even filthier. But look at Lina @teenslaave02-sir , being such a bad girl… wearing panties when she knows she shouldn’t. That might just earn her a little punishment later. 😈 Meanwhile, I know my place… and I know exactly what my Owner expects from me. 🖤

Who do you think will be the naughtier one by the end of the day? Place your bets in the comments. 😏

Last night, you got to see the video… now it’s time for a cl..

Last night, you got to see the video… now it’s time for a closer look. 🔥📸

Lina @teenslaave02-sir and I, side by side, both bound and ready to serve. Looking back at these moments still gives me shivers. The contrast of our bodies, the marks left on our skin, the way we were used together—it’s a sight I won’t forget anytime soon.

I love how raw and intense this session was, and these pictures capture so many little details that might have gone unnoticed in the video. The restraint, the submission, the way we complement each other in our roles… and, of course, the undeniable pleasure of being completely at the mercy of our Masters. 🖤

Story Post: Side by side (Full Video) Thinking back to that ..

Story Post: Side by side (Full Video)

Thinking back to that night with @teenslaave02-sir and our Masters, it still feels like a whirlwind of emotions, sensations, and pure submission. The way our bodies moved together, the way we were used side by side, shared, disciplined, pleasured. It was intense, overwhelming at times, but also deeply fulfilling.

We started on the bed, both of us bound in our respective devices, our arms tucked beneath us, faces pressed down, asses up, presented, waiting. Our Masters took turns between us, fingering us alternately, testing our wetness, comparing our reactions. I remember the deep burn of anticipation, the way every touch felt magnified by the restraint, the helplessness that made every sensation feel ten times more powerful. Lina was moaning softly beside me, and I couldn’t help but wonder if she was just as nervous as I was.

Then the real play began. Lina was still in her bondage device, her Master standing behind her, flogger in hand. Meanwhile, I crawled to my Owner, my place already decided: I was to serve with my mouth while Lina took her punishment. I wrapped my lips around his cock, sucking with focus, feeling his hand rest heavily on the back of my head. The sound of the flogger cracking against Lina’s bare skin filled the room, mixed with her soft gasps and moans. I could hear her enjoying it, that particular kind of pleasure that only pain can bring (at least for a masochist like her).

After a while, we switched. I found myself serving Jim (her Master), his cock now in my mouth, while my Owner turned his attention to Lina. I glanced up briefly, watching him finger her roughly, hearing how wet she was. My stomach twisted slightly—jealousy. That familiar, frustrating pang. I hated feeling like this. I wanted to be stronger, to be completely selfless in my submission, but sometimes it was hard. Even when I knew Lina wasn’t a threat, even when I knew this was what my Master wanted.

I focused on my task, on pleasuring Jim the way I was trained to, making myself useful. Soon enough, my Master returned to me, and I welcomed him back between my lips eagerly. His hands were on Lina now, his flogger striking across her ass in sharp, calculated strikes, turning her skin a deep shade of red. She took it so well. I admired that about her… how naturally she seemed to embrace pain.

Then, finally, I was pulled onto all fours, my rightful place. My Owner took me from behind, and everything else faded away. The jealousy, the self-doubt, the comparisons… none of it mattered anymore. I belonged to him. And in that moment, that was all that existed.

Afterward, Lina eagerly cleaned him off with her mouth, savoring the taste of me on his cock. I could tell she loved it… she’s far more into girls than I am, and I knew this was her own way of indulging in that. Meanwhile, I was back in my restraints, my mouth now occupied by Jim, taking him deep as he used my throat without hesitation.

And then, just when I thought the night was winding down, Lina surprised me.

She strapped on.

I’ll be honest: this was something I had struggled with last time. I had tried to fuck her with a strap-on before, and it was… awkward. I wasn’t good at it. I wasn’t dominant enough, I didn’t know what I was doing, and I didn’t really want to do it. But Lina? Lina was so much better than me. She took to it effortlessly, moving with confidence, taking control in a way that didn’t feel f0rc3d.

And I fucking loved it.

She held my hips, her pace deep and steady, filling me completely. It was a different kind of submission, one I hadn’t explored much…. being taken by another girl, being dominated in that way. And yet, with Lina, it felt right. Natural. Maybe because I had grown to trust her, to respect her, to see her not as competition, but as someone who understood me, who stood beside me.

I had learned to love her, not just as a fellow slave, but as a person. She is kind, selfless, and deeply devoted to her Master. She isn’t egotistical, she isn’t trying to prove anything—she just is.

And that makes her one of the strongest slaves I’ve ever met.

By the time the night was over, I was exhausted, used, spent. But satisfied. And I knew this was only the beginning.

I still have a long way to go—both in my training and in my own mind. There are things I need to work through, struggles I need to overcome. But I want to. Because in the end, all of this is for him. 🖤

Saturday night treat for you guys 😏 Editing the full Story P..

Saturday night treat for you guys 😏

Editing the full Story Post from Berlin is taking longer than expected (sooo much material and lots of blurring needed since we played without hoods this time 😅), but I didn’t want to leave you hanging. So here’s a little teaser… just a glimpse of what’s to come. 😉

@teenslaave02-sir and I, side by side, bound the same way—ass up, face down, arms tucked beneath us. Vulnerable. Ready. My Owner took full advantage, playing with both of us, teasing, fingering, making us squirm under his touch… 🥵🤤 (ahhh I still get wet watching this now 🫠)

Looking back at this session, I can’t help but admire how fucking stunning my homegirl looks, right?? 😭😍 That back arch?! Insane. She’s such a natural at it, and meanwhile, I know I still have to work harder to reach that level of flexibility. No excuses—just motivation. I want to be better. For my Master. For myself. And, of course, for all of you watching! ❤️

I won’t lie, watching this now makes me notice all of the things I want to improve—especially about my body. But that’s part of the journey, after all. My journey! 😌 Growth. Discipline. Pushing myself further.

So, despite my self-criticisms, I’m sharing this little sneak peek, because let’s be honest… this scene is hot as hell. 🔥

Enjoy, and get ready for the full thing soon… it’ll be worth the wait. 😈

We made it to the weekend! 😻 Today we will try finalize the ..

We made it to the weekend! 😻
Today we will try finalize the video editing of our next adventure with my lovely slave sister @teenslaave02-sir. We had such a hot and kinky time 🤤 but you will have to see by yourself 😏

The Clinic — Part 1: My First Examination (Full Video) Stepp..

The Clinic — Part 1: My First Examination (Full Video)

Stepping into the sterile, dimly lit room, I felt a strange mix of nerves and anticipation curling in my stomach. The clinical smell, the faint hum of medical equipment, the cold leather of the examination chair—everything about this place was designed to make me feel small, vulnerable, exposed. Just how he wanted me.

When the my Owner—my doctor for the day—entered the room, his presence alone was enough to make my body instinctively react, spine straightening, heartbeat picking up pace.

I could feel his eyes roaming over my body, analytical, detached, as if I were just another subject to be examined. It always aroused me when he looked at me like that. Like I was an object, a specimen, a body meant for use and testing rather than a person with thoughts and emotions. It made me wet before he had even touched me.

He stepped closer, cool latex gloves brushing over my thighs as he spread them apart. I swallowed, already feeling the slickness between my legs.

“You’re always so easy to work with,” he muttered, almost to himself, as he traced his fingers along the soft folds of my pussy. A sharp inhale left my lips as he parted me, exposing everything to his trained hands. There was no tenderness in his touch, only efficiency. His fingers slid through my slit, pressing, prodding, testing.

“You’re already dripping, patient,” he mused, spreading my wetness with his fingertips. “Let’s see how reactive you are today.”

I had no time to brace myself before the wand was pressed firmly against my clit. A jolt shot through me, my thighs twitching in response. I gasped.

The sensation was instant, overwhelming. The vibrations traveled through my entire core, making my body jerk against the restraints. He didn’t ease into it, didn’t give me time to adjust. He simply increased the intensity, watching, waiting, gauging my response.

“You’re too sensitive,” he noted, his voice clinical. “Too weak.”

I moaned, hips shifting involuntarily, trying to push against the wand and yet somehow also retreat from the overstimulation. It was a brutal mix of pleasure and torment.

He leaned in, his breath warm against my ear. “That won’t do. We’ll have to train you.”

And just like that, the wand was gone. I whined at the loss, chest rising and falling rapidly as I struggled to come down from the edge he had so cruelly denied me.

But he wasn’t finished. His fingers replaced the wand, slipping inside me without hesitation, curling, stretching, pressing against that perfect spot that made my legs tremble.

“So fucking wet,” he murmured approvingly, his gloved fingers working deep inside me, coaxing out every last drop of arousal. He pushed in harder, his thumb circling my clit, making me cry out. My body was beyond my control, shaking, pulsing, desperate for more.

And then… nothing.

He withdrew his fingers, stepping back as if the past few minutes had never happened. I was left gasping, throbbing, my walls clenching around nothing. I was so close. So fucking close.

But this wasn’t about my pleasure.

This was about assessment. Training. Obedience.

He wiped his gloves clean, removing them with a snap before walking over to his desk. Without a word, he sat down, pulling out a clipboard, making notes as if I wasn’t still sprawled out before him, slick and used and aching for release.

I had been dismissed.

But I wasn’t going anywhere.

I knew what was expected of me.

Carefully, I did as I was told earlier and slid to my knees, crawling toward his desk. My place was there, under him, waiting, ready.

He barely acknowledged me as I settled between his legs, my hands moving to undo his belt, pulling down his zipper. His cock was already hard. My inspection had affected him, after all.

I took him into my mouth without hesitation, wrapping my lips around his length, taking him deep. My tongue pressed flat against the underside, savoring the way his body tensed at my touch. I loved these moments… when I was simply an instrument for his pleasure, a tool for his release.

I focused, bobbing my head, sucking greedily, working him with every ounce of skill I had. Above me, I heard the scratch of his pen on paper, the occasional rustle of documents. As if I were nothing but a background accessory, a means to an end.

It only made me wetter.

He finally looked down at me, running a hand through my hair.

“You’ll continue training at home,” he told me matter-of-factly, as if he were prescribing medicine. “Use the small wand on yourself. Combine it with anal beads. You need to learn to take more, to endure more. Your body is too delicate.”

Anal beads.

I had never used them before.

I bit my lip, a shiver of anticipation running down my spine.

“Yes, Doctor,” I whispered.

First check-up of the day… Who’s ready for their appointment..

First check-up of the day… Who’s ready for their appointment? 😏

The new medical series officially starts tonight, but here’s a little sneak peek of today’s outfit to hold you over. Let’s see what the doctor has in store for me today. 😈

Domestic Training: SpankingSome lessons just don’t stick… so..

Domestic Training: Spanking

Some lessons just don’t stick… so my Master made sure this one did.

The kitchen towel has a specific place. It belongs right there—not on the counter, not on a chair, not anywhere else I happen to leave it behind in my absentmindedness. But I keep forgetting. And my Master? He’s had enough of looking for it.

So today, in the middle of my usual housework, he called me over. No warning. No discussion. Just a firm order: Across his lap. Now.

I felt my stomach drop. I knew what was coming. I had been too careless, too forgetful… and there are consequences for that.

The punishment wasn’t a set number this time—no counting, no pacing myself through it. Just “until your ass is red.” Which meant I had no idea how long I’d be there, how many slaps it would take, how much I’d have to endure. And since I’m not a masochist, I struggled. My body kept flinching, squirming, instinctively trying to avoid the pain. But I wanted to be good for him. I wanted to prove I could take it.

And in the end? I did.

My reward? A firm grip pulling me up, bending me over… and a rough fuck from behind. No hesitation, no gentleness—just pure ownership. And when he finished inside me, I wasn’t allowed to clean up. No wiping, no rinsing. His cum dripping down my thighs all day as I went back to my chores, a constant sticky reminder of my place.

I wonder… will I remember the towel’s place next time? Or will I be back over his lap soon enough? 🥺😇

A well-trained maid needs to know her place… 🔥Here’s a glimp..

A well-trained maid needs to know her place… 🔥

Here’s a glimpse of today’s domestic training—discipline, obedience, and the sweet consequences that followed. Full video coming later. 😈🖤

You know what time it is 😏 This Week on Doe Eyes! 🖤🔥 I may h..

You know what time it is 😏 This Week on Doe Eyes! 🖤🔥

I may have broken a house rule again… and my Owner made sure to correct that behavior. Over his lap, hand spanking, red ass, and a little rough “reward” after. Think I learned my lesson? 😳

We’re also kicking off our medical play series! 🔥 My first exam… and let’s just say, the doctor doesn’t hold back when it comes to testing my sensitivity. 💦

Then there’s a very special subscriber gift from my Throne wishlist I finally got to try: Latex dildo panties. Stuffed full and feeling glossy-smooth all at once. My Owner had so much fun testing them on me. 😏

And best of all? Lina @teenslaave02-sir and I finally met again! 🥰 No masks, no teasing, just pure, messy, Master-serving fun. Spanking, sucking, fucking… just the way it should be.

Which scene are you most excited for this week? Tell me below! 👇🔥

Happy Monday, everyone! 😘✨ Hope you’re all having a good sta..

Happy Monday, everyone! 😘✨ Hope you’re all having a good start to the week.

Lots of exciting content coming your way, and you’ll get a little preview in today’s TWODE* teaser. Keep an eye out, you won’t want to miss it 😏🔥

*This Week On Doe Eyes

Here are the pictures of tonight’s Bedtime ritual… just some..

Here are the pictures of tonight’s Bedtime ritual… just something cozy tonight: oversized t-shirt, over-the-knee socks, and of course, the plug I wore all day. 😏

Some nights are about strict training, some are about pleasu..

Some nights are about strict training, some are about pleasure… and then there are nights like these, where the two blend so perfectly together.

After wearing my plug all day, I was already feeling that familiar ache of fullness when I crawled into bed. My Master had something extra in mind for tonight’s ritual—thick metal cuffs around my wrists, my heavy collar locked in place, and of course, my sight stolen by a hood with no eye holes. Completely bound, completely helpless, completely his.

I only realized what he had prepared for me when I felt it on the bed beside me—a little toy, familiar yet nostalgic. My first-ever vibrator. My little pink one, the one that still feels just as good now as it did years ago.

And so, I prepared it the only way I know how—with my mouth. Spit is the best lube, after all. I sucked on it slowly, deliberately, letting my mind wander, imagining it was a real cock, letting that fantasy take over until I was squirming with need. When I finally turned the vibration on and pressed it between my legs, I didn’t even want to push it inside. Just rubbing, just sliding, teasing myself with the pressure, letting it build. Grinding against it, desperate for release.

Eventually, I assumed my usual position—on all fours, face down, ass spread wide, calling for my Owner. Because no night is complete without his inspection.

When he entered, I was allowed to suck his cock while my toy buzzed against my needy clit. And just when I thought the night couldn’t get any better, he decided to reward me with something so rare, I could hardly believe it—a few hard thrusts of missionary. 😱

He hates that position, always prefers doggy. But for a few blissful moments, I got to feel him above me, face to face, pressing me into the bed, taking me in a way I almost never get. And fuck… it felt just as good as I always imagined it would. 🔥

A perfect bedtime ritual. A perfect way to end the night. 🖤✨