Stop scrolling. Your cock isn’t going to ruin itself. I’m wet, bored, and mean tonight. I want to edge you until your brain’s mush and your balls ache like regret. If your little clit can handle it, write me. But don’t waste my time—this mouth only moans for obedient toys.
I like my men obsessed. I like them simping, needy, and desperate... but with the confidence to admit it. Own your place under me. If you're gonna fall, fall hard. 😈
Your existence proves that evolution doesn’t always move forward. That soft little stub isn’t a cock—it’s proof that nature sometimes hits undo by mistake. 😂
Good morning, my filthy little disasters. I overslept today—but not because I’m lazy. I was training. Late-night obedience drills, punishment reviews, edging marathons... the usual.
But one session kept me up the longest.
Sexting with a slave so pathetically desperate he begged to come with clothespins biting into his tiny dick.
I let him. I came too—knowing, half a world away, that my orgasm controlled his. Controlled the pain. Controlled the timing. Controlled everything.
Sweet dreams, my pets? Mine involved moans, pins, and power. Yours now involves me.
I’m horny, mean, and absolutely in the mood to laugh at your dick. SPH and sexting sessions are open tonight. Think you can survive my attention? Or just shrivel at the first message? 🥵
Good morning, my filthy little pets. I hope your brains are still scrambled from last night’s CEI instructions—I had way too much fun breaking what’s left of your will 😈 Custom requests are open, and yes, I’m still accepting new subs into my Chaster lock. But only if you’re ready to be owned properly.
HERE'S YOUR NEW PHONE WALLPAPER! This is a gift from ME and also from my obedient sub doing his calendar and following his instructions: MichealBoo So use it and thank us both.
You fantasize about it. Over and over. Swallowing. Kneeling. Covered. Owned. But every time you cum, you wipe the filth away... like a coward.
Mommy’s created a 3-level challenge to retrain your mind, your mouth, and that dripping little clit between your legs.
No toys. No loopholes. Just your fingers, your face, and my rules. 💦 3 Levels of escalating degradation 💦 15 tasks that edge you into addiction 💦 Hesitation earns extra humiliation 💦Edge training, precum tasting, self-facials, and full CEI discipline.
Every task is designed to push past that post-nut panic and make you own your filth instead of fleeing from it. Hesitation earns punishment. Completion earns nothing but clarity—and your place beneath your own mess.
You’re not here to cum. You’re here to learn what to do with it after.
Last night, I had the most wicked dream. One of my submissives, desperate for punishment, begged me for something extreme—something that would truly test his limits. He kept insisting, trembling with the need to be hurt. I finally gave in, my voice sounded cold and commanding.
"Catch a bee," I told him, "And put it in a jar". He nodded "Then put your stupid tiny cock in the jar." His hands were shaking as he obeyed, nerves taking over, sweat beading down his face. His heart was racing, the anticipation of the pain building up as he hesitated for a moment, before finally following my order.
His little cock trembling inside that jar, the bee buzzing just inches from it, ready to strike. His desperation was palpable, his whole body shaking. And just as I could feel the tension crackling in the air, I woke up, right before that bee stung him.
I wonder what would've happened if I had stayed in the dream... maybe next time, I'll finish it for him.
It's gonna happen! I’m planning something special for you this Friday, 9/5. A live session—just me, you, and all the things you ache for. But I want to know… When would you like Mommy to appear? Be a good boy and pick the time that makes your little heart race. (Eastern Time, so don’t mess it up, pup.)
NEW CHASTER LOCK: MAIA’S LITTLE NOBODY Strict Rules. Wicked Tasks. No Escape.
Are you desperate enough to lock it away for me?
Your tiny, worthless cock belongs in a cage—and under my cruel control. Obsessed? Good. You’ll stay that way, locked and humiliated, while Mistress Maia toys with your hope and mocks your urges.
What’s Inside the Lock:
14+ Days Caged under my mood swings and whims
Psychological mind games designed to break you
Degrading tasks that remind you what you really are
Surprise Denial + Mood-based Torment
Wheel of Misfortune: spin if you dare—you might end up in panties, plug, or prison
Think you can beg your way out? Try. I might laugh. I might extend your stay.
Maia Redhood owns your cock now. Find the lock. Submit. Squirm.
Disclaimer, this flyer was made with the magic of #AI
Attention, pets. Custom requests are officially open this week. If you’ve been aching to have something tailored just for your filthy little fantasies, now’s your chance to beg for it.
You’ve got one shot to impress me—so make it detailed, depraved, and worth my time. Tributes first. Then, maybe, I’ll turn your shame into content.
It’s May 5th. Your bills are paid, your belly’s full, and your balls are still useless. You know what to do. Send the rest where it belongs—to Me. 💸 Your paycheck looks better in My account, loser.
Story time, losers. C.D. thought she could handle me. Came crawling into my DMs, begging for a humiliating sexting session. Said she wanted the full experience—filth, denial, degradation, the works. I obliged, of course. She got a taste of my darkness… and she snapped.
Deleted her account. Vanished. Couldn’t even survive the first round. She said she wanted to be my toy—turns out she was more glass than steel. Fragile. Breakable.
And now? I’m still soaked. Denied. Unsatisfied. So guess what, pets? Until I get what I want, you’re all going to pay for her weakness. No mercy. No release. Just edging, begging, and the looming threat of my boredom.
And trust me—you don’t want to see what I do when I’m bored.
Unless you think you can do better. Unless you want to be the toy I deserve. Come. Prove it. Let me ruin you properly.
