Everyone is a contrast freak!
About
Savoring the pleasure you bring me. Height 164cm, Weight 49kg, Aquarius
InterestsModerate / No experience / 2–3 yrs
Looking forChat
Dynamics
They say playing with a 🦮 can make you sweat buckets And burn lots of calories
Thick black, glossy, slightly sheer, very smooth What else can you describe? Tell me
Choose black or white Only your first thought, no hesitation
Sorry I messed up your bread 🍞 all over
Your face, your pride Your so-called dignity Is my insole
Recruiting a trash can Put it at my doorstep Specifically to recycle my things
An M's required course 🦶 sole cleaning and maintenance Hurry up and roll over here for class!
Outdoors! Under the guise of a spring outing And then stepping on you?
Custom story videos available One-on-one interaction available
Setting off for the beautiful ancient city of Nagoya
Let me step on something? Don't worry, I won't use a deadly hand (foot)
If any of my words humiliated you Then please tell me again I'll say it to you once more
What's it like outdoors? Anyone tried it?
If you like stockings You should know what the one at the back is called, right?
Laimi socks — ripped after only wearing them twice!
Why do I like playing with you Because it feels like teasing a little 🐩
When I slap you, you have to ask if my hand hurts!
Open your mouth I'll feed you something to eat!
Deep foot fetish, anyone with a fetish?
One day you will submit at my…?
Up down up down, front back front back Don't get the wrong idea, I'm doing a foot massage
Let's go, out for a walk Bring the rope over in your mouth yourself
At first glance where should it be?
When I'm happy I want to train you When I'm unhappy I want to train you even more — you're just an unlucky bastard (idiot), aren't you 😓
Did you reward yourself today?
What's usually the first thing you do after you 🧎 kneel down?
Showing off my feet Afraid you'll think my feet stink
Fishing with a sock Will any (idiot) take the bait?
Is this right? Communicating with you through the sole of my shoe
Maintenance must be a required course at McDonald's, right?
Use your softest part to help me spread it evenly
It's okay, little 🐶 Count the decimal points on the stockings in the photo, one by one — how many are there in total?
Your gentle little mom
《Slightly thick glossy sheen and square buckle》《Slightly sheer toes》
《Shine my leather shoes for me!》
Fuck, it's my fault for swearing, but don't you enjoy it?
To be my 🐶 there's just one requirement: when I slap his left cheek, he has to lean in and say, my right cheek, I want that too! First slap left cheek, second slap right cheek, with force so great his eardrums buzz, like a swarm of bees has made a nest in his head.
Seeing you with tears streaming down your face, trembling all over, tears stuck to your face, a complete mess — I want to bend down and touch your head with my hand, not out of mercy, not out of pity, and certainly not out of sympathy! This is pure humiliation. Your suffering look, your near-death look, is just so beautiful, so cute! I can't help wanting to whip you!
Mmm, want to burrow in? An addictive smell — inhale, inhale, then slowly be possessed!
The first moment after making a mistake is secretly delighting; lowered eyes when being watched, tears after being scolded — when I wipe the tears from the corners of your eyes and softly tease you for being naughty, the punishment truly begins!
I like choking a neck, the feeling of being on the brink of suffocation, I like controlling you — dare to wag your tail at anyone else and I'll choke you to death
No words needed — my force is the answer. This is a kind of gentleness called "suffocation"! Silence is deafening! Control. Silent!
The posture of wearing a collar, the leash's choking pull and the submission of dominant and subordinate positions! All of it leaves you addicted!
In this endless darkness, I am your only source of light, and also your only abyss. So-called submission is nothing more than willingly handing over your senses. That blindfold is both a restraint and a protection, because it shuts out cruel reality and leaves only the purest experience of touch!
You must write of shame and a sense of immorality, you must write of the body sunk in mire, you must write the soul's filth to the very end!
The side enjoying absolute trust hands over their dignity and personality; the premise for allowing loss of control is that the other person can forever catch the emotions of your other side
Unable to help kneeling — it's the soul submitting before the body. Subconscious trembling is not cowardice, it's excitement and awe
In an unequal relationship, perceiving and seeking the existence of another self in extreme situations, confirming a strong sense of dependence on one's own needs through enduring pain and punishment. Physical pain turns into a twisted sense of satisfying one's lowliness,