ou begged me for another mail timer, but you’ve proven over and over that you’re too pathetic to play it properly. So this time, I’m doing it for fun—because you’re all boring, scared little losers who need to be reminded exactly what you are: mine to mock. Dressed in my skintight latex catsuit, I unleash a full 9 minutes of ruthless verbal humiliation. You’ve had your chance to play properly, and you failed. No real exposure, no fun… just boring, pathetic losers too scared to send Step-mommy the email she deserves. In this 9-minute domination JOI, I’m wrapped in a flawless latex catsuit, my perfect ass and tits on display as I verbally destroy you. This is a 400-second mail timer challenge, and if you don’t stop the countdown in time, that pathetic little secret – a locked pic, a name, a location – is sent straight to my inbox. And I will laugh at you. You’re mocked for your weakness, degraded for your fear, teased until you’re leaking in frustration. I make you inhale for me, stroke for me, and submit completely to the latex-clad goddess who owns your soul. You know you’ll break. You always do. You’re commanded to inhale my scent, stroke while I degrade you, and fantasize about worshipping my feet, cleaning my pussy, and being the pathetic bitch I know you are. You’re nothing but a leaking loser desperate to serve a woman you’ll never touch. I make you stroke for my perfect latex body, laugh at your tiny load, and humiliate you for being exactly what you are: exposed, embarrassed, and owned. You will break. You will submit. You will send. You’re not a man. You’re my entertainment.
