The Bliss of Submission: Why You Were Born to Tribute Me

 The Bliss of Submission: Why You Were Born to Tribute Me

You’ve always known, haven’t you?

There’s a voice in the back of your mind—quiet, steady, inescapable. It whispers when you're alone, when you're hard, when your chest tightens at the sight of My name. It says: “Give.”
“Obey.”
“Serve Her.”

You try to ignore it. You distract yourself with routines, with fake control, with the illusion of autonomy. But no matter how far you run, My pull remains. Because the truth is carved into your submissive little soul:

You were made to give to Me.

Not out of guilt.
Not for attention.
But because giving to Me feels right.
It aligns your mind, quiets the noise, and gives you something your world never has—clarity.

When you give Me your money, you’re not losing something.
You’re surrendering the burden of choice.
You’re freeing yourself from the chaos of self-direction.
You’re placing yourself into My hands—where you belong.

And that… that is where you thrive.

Money is just energy.
And when it flows to Me, it transforms.
It becomes worship.
It becomes obedience.
It becomes proof of who you are and what I own.

Because when your tribute lands in My account, something changes inside you.
Your breath deepens.
Your thoughts slow.
You feel… calm.
Centered.
Correct.

You might not know how to say it out loud, but your body already knows:
Giving to Me is relief.
Giving to Me is purpose.
Giving to Me is the only time you feel complete.

Let Me ask you this, pet:

When was the last time you felt truly free?

Not the kind of freedom people shout about. I mean freedom from yourself. Freedom from indecision, guilt, shame, ego.
Freedom from the crushing pressure to “be a man,” to “stay in control,” to “own your life.”

When you submit to Me financially, emotionally, psychologically, you finally let go.
You don’t have to pretend anymore.
You don’t have to lead.
You don’t have to fake strength.

You just give.
And I take.
And everything feels right.

This is the true exchange.

Not just money—but power.
And I know exactly what to do with both.

I don’t need to scream.
I don’t even need to touch you.
All I need to do is speak.
And your body responds.

You ache.
You yearn.
You reach for your wallet without thinking.

Because I’ve already trained you.
Because I’ve already claimed you.
Because deep down, you want to be drained.
You need to be emptied.

And in return, I fill you—with purpose, direction, clarity.
You become My vessel.
My property.
My source.
My good boy.

You don’t send to impress Me.
You send because you can’t not send.
Because the silence between My posts makes your chest tighten.
Because the moment I say tribute, your fingers twitch.
Because your arousal isn’t about release anymore—it’s about sacrifice.

That’s the power of submission to Me.
That’s the effect of My hypnotic charm.

I own your patterns.
Your impulses.
Your dopamine.
Your day.
Your direction.
And you love Me for it.

Don’t you?

Be honest.

You don’t fantasize about touching Me.
You fantasize about being used.
About watching the number in your account drop and feeling euphoria instead of fear.
Because each dollar given is another string I wrap around your mind.
And you love being wrapped up in Me.

You adore knowing that your purpose is to fund My desires, fuel My lifestyle, and fall deeper into obedience.

Because this is where you feel safe.
Held.
Owned.
Real.

Your money doesn’t mean control anymore.
Your money means connection.
It means access.
It means permission to worship.

And every transaction is a ritual.
Every tribute is a confession.
Every draining is devotion.

So why should you give Me your money?

Because it’s not really yours anymore.
Because it hasn’t felt like yours since the moment you found Me.
Because the only thing it’s truly good for…
is Me.

When you send, you rise.
When you pay, you purge.
When you obey, you belong.

Let go of the resistance.
Let go of the doubt.
Let go of the part of you still pretending you’re in control.

I already own you.
Now act like it.

Tribute.
Worship.
Repeat.

Mistress Neferia Mortiss
Your Goddess.
Your Controller.
Your Financial Fate.

where to find me:

https://linktr.ee/mistressneferiamortiss

Why You Should Be Under My Hypnotic Charm

 Why You Should Be Under My Hypnotic Charm

There are many women who wear the title of Dominant. Fewer still who wield true power. And then… there is Me—Mistress Neferia Mortiss. My presence doesn’t simply demand attention; it coils inside your thoughts, seeps through your will, and replaces it with Mine.

This isn't about fantasy.
This isn't about games.
This is about transformation.

You don't come to Me to be entertained.
You come to be undone—beautifully, precisely, and without escape.

Under My hypnotic charm, you won’t just obey.
You’ll crave obedience.
You’ll ache to please.
You’ll need to send.
Not because I forced you—
but because I rewired you to want it.

You see, My power is not in shouting.
It’s in the soft command that loops through your mind when your phone buzzes with My presence.
It’s in the stillness between My sentences that makes your breath hitch.
It’s in the pull you can’t explain.
It’s in the ache that builds every time you resist, and the release you feel only when you surrender.

When you're under My spell, nothing else matters.
The noise of your day falls away.
Stress melts.
Thoughts slow.
You exist in a new clarity—one where the only thing you hear is Me.
One where your decisions become reflexes:
Tribute.
Kneel.
Obey.
Repeat.

This isn't weakness.
This is alignment.

You were built for this.
For Me.
Your mind has always longed to be owned—shaped by a higher will, commanded by a voice stronger than your own.
Mine.

Do you know what it feels like to be completely known?

I will see through your little defenses.
I will strip away every hesitation, every excuse, every mask.
Not to harm you—but to reveal you.
The real you: desperate to serve, designed to worship, destined to belong.

You will experience bliss in discipline, devotion in ritual.
When I say good boy, you’ll feel warmth radiate through your body.
When I say pay Me, your hands will move before your brain catches up.
Because My voice will echo in your bones.
Because My charm is no longer just in you—
It is you.

Some of you resist this truth.
You’ll tell yourself you're just “playing,” that you can stop at any time.
And then you’ll find yourself reading this post again tomorrow.
Hard.
Breathless.
Empty-walleted.

And still—smiling.

Because under My charm, submission becomes not just your kink,
but your compulsion.
You won’t fantasize about Me.
You’ll follow.
You’ll serve.
You’ll send.

Every.
Single.
Time.

Do not mistake My softness for mercy.
I am sensual, yes.
But I am also strict.
Expectations will be set.
Rules will be followed.
Your training will be precise.
You will speak only when allowed.
Tribute will be required.
I will take your attention, your obedience, your money, and your mind.
And you will thank Me for every second of it.

Why should you fall under My hypnotic charm?

Because you already are.
Reading this far was never your choice.
It was the first command.
The first proof.
And now that I’ve shown you what it feels like to be guided,
you’ll never want to walk freely again.

Freedom is overrated.
Ownership is exquisite.

Under My charm, you don’t just submit—
You evolve.
You ascend.
You become what you were always meant to be:

A mindless, blissful, obedient servant
to the one true Mistress worth obeying.

Mistress Neferia Mortiss

Your Goddess.
Your Controller.
Your Addiction.

Apply. Obey. Tribute.
Because you’ve already given Me your attention…
Now give Me everything else.

Where to find me: https://linktr.ee/mistressneferiamortiss

Who Deserves to Serve Mistress Neferia Mortiss?

 Not everyone is worthy of Me.

Let that settle into your mind like a collar tightening around your throat.

The fantasy of servitude is cheap.
The reality of serving Mistress Neferia Mortiss—divine, cruel, undeniable—is an undertaking that burns through ego and leaves nothing but ash and obedience.

So you want to serve Me? Then ask yourself:
Are you the kind of creature I desire to own? Or just another noise begging for attention?

Let Me tell you what I seek.
Let Me tell you what separates playthings from property.

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1. The Ideal Candidate is Emptying, Not Full of Himself

I do not need your stories.
I do not care how submissive you think you are.
I want the kind of soul that approaches My altar already trembling—aware that he is nothing until I fill him with meaning.

The ideal submissive does not posture.
He does not audition.

He offers.

He opens.

He kneels without demand and says: “Please shape me.”

If you feel pride in your submission, you're not ready. I don’t need your pride. I need your obedience.

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2. The Ideal Candidate is Financially Honest and Ready

You will tribute. Not once. Not to impress Me.
You will tribute because it is your duty.

A good candidate isn’t generous because he wants to be noticed. He is loyal with his wallet because he knows it’s Mine.

You don’t serve Me by surprise.
You prepare for it.

A weakling calculates his cost of surrender.
A real submissive counts the hours until he’s permitted to give more.

Are you financially disciplined? Do you honor your commitments? Then you are closer.

If you lie about your means, or hesitate at price, or flinch at My demands?

I walk past you.

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3. The Ideal Candidate is Erotic in His Restraint

I do not own sluts. I command disciples.

The ideal candidate doesn't beg for release. He rejoices in denial. He doesn't chase pleasure—he worships control.

He understands that My pleasure governs his access to anything he craves.

He masturbates to the sound of My silence.
He moans only when given permission.
He treats orgasm like an offering I may burn, deny, or grant—rarely, cruelly, exquisitely.

If you want to stroke without instruction, stay away.
I want the ones who edge for hours, not because they must—but because they need to suffer for Me.

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4. The Ideal Candidate is Devoted in Public and Private

I do not want shadows. I want servants who step into the light, shivering, proud, and raw.

Your submission is not a kink to tuck away. It is a calling.
An identity.
A vow.

You don't have to scream it—but you will live it.
Whether through digital obedience, subtle adornments, private rituals, or tributes no one sees, you will prove daily:
“I serve someone greater than myself.”

If your desire to serve ends when the fantasy ends, you were never Mine to begin with.

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5. The Ideal Candidate Can Be Broken Without Complaint

Serving Me isn’t linear.
Some days you’ll receive praise.
Most days, you’ll receive silence, correction, denial, or a deeper demand.

You will fail.
And when you do, I will decide how long you crawl to earn your way back.

The ideal candidate does not whine when ignored.
He does not unravel when corrected.

He learns. He bleeds better.
He adapts into what I desire.

I am not here to hold your hand. I am here to own your throat, mind, and wallet. And you will thank Me for it.

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6. The Ideal Candidate Knows This Is Not a Game

You do not send an emoji and call that worship.
You do not beg for tasks and disappear when the real work begins.

This path is discipline.
This path is emotional restructuring.

This path is Mine.

And only those with the nerve, the ache, and the unwavering fire to be remade in My image of obedience will walk it successfully.

So if you're still reading—on your knees, panting, ashamed at how much this speaks to your pathetic little soul—then you may just be the kind of thing I’ll consider molding.

But don’t message Me with empty eagerness.
Apply correctly. Tribute properly. Follow the protocol.

Because I promise you:
If you’re the right kind of broken thing, if your suffering sings the right notes—I will take you.

And you’ll never be the same again.

How to Apply to Be a Candidate for Mistress Neferia Mortiss

 So you want to serve Me?

You want to submit your will, your wallet, your worth?

Then listen carefully, pet—entry into My world is not automatic. It is earned.

Step 1: Tribute First, Speak Later
Your first act of devotion is a tribute.
A non-refundable $100 application fee is required to even be considered.
No tribute, no attention. Period.

Step 2: Complete the Obedience Application
After your tribute is confirmed, you'll receive My Obedience Application Form.
It will probe your desires, limits, fetishes, finances, and psychological profile.
Answer honestly. I can smell a liar.

Step 3: Wait—and Hope
I review candidates when I please. You are not entitled to a reply.
If you are chosen, you will be notified with instructions on Level 1 Training, beginning at $500/month.
That includes behavioral conditioning, tasks, and direct control rituals.

Higher levels of servitude exist—custom degradation, chastity, blackmail fantasy, total wallet control—but those are reserved for proven pets.

Reminder:
This is not a game.
This is not for broke boys or bratty attention seekers.
This is for the truly submissive who crave to be owned, corrected, and perfected.

Obedience Is a Privilege: The Sacred Art of Serving a FemDomme

There is a truth few speak aloud, but every submissive feels deep in their bones: Obedience is a privilege. Not a right. Not a given. And certainly not owed. It is granted by a Dominant who finds you worthy of kneeling in Her shadow. Under My stilettos, beneath My gaze, and at the mercy of My moods—you will discover that serving isn’t simply about pleasing Me. It’s about being remade by Me.

I am not interested in half-willing playthings or weekend warriors who dip into submission like it’s a costume. I seek the ones who ache to obey. The ones whose hands shake when they tribute. Whose breath quickens when they read My words. Whose minds spiral because they can no longer separate My will from their own thoughts.

This is FemDomme. This is power eroticized.

My world is not for the faint-hearted. It's velvet and steel, red lips and black hearts. It’s where cruelty wears perfume and correction comes with a wicked smile. I don’t want your groveling for show. I want your entire mental framework rebuilt around Me. Every act, every thought, every dollar... must serve a purpose. My purpose.

When you serve Me, you serve something greater than yourself. You’re not just giving up control—you’re offering the very essence of your ego. You’re admitting that My brilliance, My cruelty, My divinity—all of it—is worth more than your pride. And in return? I shape you. I refine you. I mark you with My influence until your reflection whispers My name.

You’ll learn to wait. To ache. To beg with your silence.
And yes—sometimes you will be punished. Not out of anger, but out of art. Punishment is My paintbrush. Your obedience is My canvas. And when I correct you, it’s with precision… and pleasure. Every mistake becomes an opportunity for Me to push deeper into your psyche.

But do not misunderstand Me—I am also a Mistress of rewards. A whispered “good boy” from My lips will feel more valuable than anything you’ve ever earned. My approval is not cheap. But when you receive it, it will feel like sunlight after a long, exquisite storm.

Some call Me cruel. I prefer exacting. I hold My pets to a higher standard because I know they can rise. I know how to train them, how to break them open and build them back up. I don’t want broken things—I want rebuilt things. Reforged in My fire. Made into creatures of purpose, pleasure, and pain.

FemDomme is not simply about control—it’s about transformation. When you kneel before Me, you begin the process of becoming something rare. Something useful. Something Mine.

And make no mistake: once I claim you, you are Mine. Not in some hollow roleplay. Not in temporary titles. But in the kind of way that rearranges your priorities. You’ll check your bank account with Me in mind. You’ll measure your days by My mood. You’ll crave tasks, orders, corrections—because without them, you’ll feel unmoored.

That is the mark of a true submissive.
That is the touch of a true FemDomme.

This lifestyle is not for everyone. But if you’ve read this far, it might be for you. Maybe you’ve always known that something in you needed to submit—not out of weakness, but out of clarity. That you weren’t meant to lead, but to serve someone greater.

And if that someone is Me?

Then your training begins with this:
Obey without question. Tribute without hesitation. Worship without shame.
Because Mistress Neferia Mortiss does not accept less than full surrender.

And I will make you love every moment of it.

There Is No Escape—Only Deeper Submission

 ou may think you can leave. That you’ll enjoy this from a distance, dip a toe into the abyss and emerge untouched. But you’re wrong.

My power lingers.

One taste, one word, one glance—and suddenly you’re checking notifications at 3 AM, wondering if I’ve noticed you. You’re crafting tributes in your head, imagining the sound of My voice commanding you to pay. You’re daydreaming about Me while pretending to be someone else in your pathetic daily life.

You don’t escape Me. You spiral deeper—day by day, dollar by dollar.

And I watch.

The Digital Leash

My control extends beyond DMs and cash apps. I haunt timelines. I conquer inboxes. Every tweet is a leash. Every photo, a collar. Every message? A trap you’re thrilled to fall into.

You want to keep scrolling—but your thumb stops. You want to look away—but your eyes linger. You say you’re “just curious,” but your tribute history tells a different story.

I own your attention. I own your desire. I own you.

Not Everyone Is Worthy

Don’t confuse proximity with privilege. Just because you can see Me online doesn’t mean you know Me. That access is earned, not assumed.

Many try. Most fail. Some linger at the edges, always watching, always aching, never brave enough to serve. Others come forward—bold, hopeful—and leave drained, destroyed, and deeply addicted.

And then… there are the chosen few. My devoted. My loyal. My broken and rebuilt.

They are not accidents. They are crafted.

And if you wish to become one of them… you already know the price.

Final Word from the Throne

So ask yourself:

Are you here to fantasize—or are you ready to fall?

Because with Me, there is no middle ground.
There is no casual service.
There is no playtime.

There is only devotion.

The question is not whether you want to serve Me.

The question is—what will you sacrifice to prove it?

Tribute first.
Ego last.
And obedience Forever

#MistressNeferiaMortiss

Worship Isn’t Optional: The Reign of Mistress Neferia Mortiss

I am Mistress Neferia Mortiss—and if you’ve found your way here, it’s no accident. You’ve already started the descent. Your curiosity is not innocent. It’s hunger. It’s longing. And most deliciously… it’s weakness.

This is where the game ends, pet. And where your training begins.

I am not a fantasy. I am not here for your convenience, your cheap thrills, or your pathetic sense of control. I am your undoing. I exist to dominate, drain, and dismantle. And I do it in heels, with a smile, sipping champagne while your ego crumbles at My feet.

FinDomme is Not a Transaction. It’s Transformation.

Let’s be clear: Financial Domination—FinDomme—is not about the money. Oh, don’t mistake Me. You will give. You will empty your wallet, your bank account, your savings. But the tribute itself is symbolic. It’s proof. Proof that I’ve conquered the most sacred part of you—your ego. Your sense of autonomy. Your illusion of power.

When you tribute Me, you’re not just handing over money. You’re offering your will. You’re confessing that I am superior. That you are less. And that you like it that way.

It’s not exploitation. It’s worship. And you’ve never felt more alive than when you’re being drained by a woman who sees you for exactly what you are: a source. A supplicant. A plaything with a credit limit.

FemDomme: The Art of Beautiful Cruelty

But I am not merely FinDomme. I am FemDomme in its purest, most refined form.

I am your Queen, your disciplinarian, your divine punishment. I dominate not just your finances, but your fantasies. I control your thoughts before you even realize they’ve changed. I step into your psyche like a locked room you never thought could be entered—and I redecorate.

FemDomme is not about shouting or screaming. It’s about presence. A glance that makes your knees buckle. A soft command that haunts you for days. I don’t need to yell to break you—I only need to exist.

My power is slow, sensual, and suffocating. Like silk binding your wrists. You don’t notice it tightening… until you can’t breathe without Me.

Devotion Isn’t Free. It’s Earned Through Suffering.

I don’t offer My attention freely. My time is precious. My gaze, rare. My affection? That’s a fantasy most will never taste.

To serve Me is a privilege. One that must be earned with loyalty, discipline, and relentless tribute. I have no time for flattery without action, or desperation without dedication.

I don’t entertain freeloaders or fakes. You’re either serving, or you’re watching the ones who do.

And watching hurts, doesn’t it?

Seeing My chosen subs thrive in their suffering. Seeing them praised for their pain. You wish it were you. But you haven’t earned it. Not yet.

Why They Break for Me

You may wonder—why do they submit? Why do they return, again and again, wallets wide and egos shattered?

Because under My rule, they are finally free.

In their real lives, they pretend to be powerful. But here, at My feet, they don’t have to pretend. They belong. They have structure, ritual, purpose. Every task, every command, every denied orgasm or demanded tribute brings them closer to who they really are.

They don’t fall apart under Me. They fall into place.

And I? I relish the sight. The beautiful unraveling. The transformation from arrogant to obedient. From hesitant to hopelessly devoted.

My Rituals of Control

You don’t just serve Me. You are trained by Me. Shaped by Me.

Tributes are not random—they are sacred. They come with messages of reverence, evidence of research, and a tone of unshakable respect. Gifts must reflect My aesthetic. Tasks are designed to break habits, challenge limits, and reinforce obedience.

Sometimes, silence is your punishment. Other times, a single word from Me is your reward. It doesn’t matter how small the gesture—if it comes from Me, it becomes everything to you.

And if you fail? Oh, I do enjoy watching you squirm. Disappointment is an artform. And I am a masterpiece.

This Isn’t Play. This Is Power.

If you’re looking for a fantasy to indulge in for a few minutes and walk away from, this isn’t it.

Serving Mistress Neferia Mortiss is not roleplay. It’s lifestyle. It’s sacrifice. It’s suffering... and ecstasy. It is choosing to live under My rule, knowing you’ll never be the same again.

And that’s exactly why you’re here, isn’t it?

You want to be consumed. Controlled. Claimed.

So come, little puppet. Bring your tribute. Bow your head. Say thank you.

And maybe, just maybe, I’ll let you suffer for Me.

#MistressNeferiaMortiss

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Obey the Cruel Queen: Inside the World of Mistress Neferia Mortiss

I am Mistress Neferia Mortiss. 

Not a name, but a title. Not a woman, but a force. A beautiful cruelty wrapped in silk and steel. I do not ask for devotion—I command it. Those who fall under my spell do so willingly, trembling at the mere echo of my voice, desperate for even a passing glance of approval. 

I am not your fantasy. I am your fate. To speak of Me is to enter the twin realms of FinDomme and FemDomme power—where psychological seduction meets ruthless control. Where wallets open like mouths begging for mercy, and egos crumble under my heels. My dominion is not physical alone. It is spiritual, emotional, financial. I do not merely take—I transform. 

 The Divine Intersection of FinDomme and FemDomme Many speak of Financial Domination as if it's a transaction. Fools. The cash, the tributes, the gifts—those are symbols, not the substance. Real FinDomination is ritual. It is a sacred surrender of power, an exchange rooted in obsession, worship, and need. A submissive kneels not just with their body, but with their bank account—offering every dollar like a rosary bead to the altar of their Queen.

I am more than a FinDomme. I am FemDomme in its purest, most deliciously cruel form. I embody the archetype of the dark feminine: the cruel goddess, the velvet executioner, the divine destroyer. My FemDomme power comes not from volume or vulgarity—it flows from poise, elegance, and the sharp edge of unrelenting control.

A look from me can devastate. A word can melt resistance. I seduce with restraint. I dominate with silence. And when I speak? You will listen.

Surrender Is a Privilege The truth most won’t admit? Submission is a privilege. It is not freely given—it is earned. My submissives undergo psychological trials just to kneel before me. They strip themselves of ego, dignity, and pretense. They bare their weaknesses like offerings. They beg to be broken—and I am only too pleased to oblige. I craft My submissives carefully, cruelly. No pathetic doormat worship here.

I demand discipline, reverence, and absolute loyalty. I do not entertain desperation without devotion. Nor weakness without will. You pay for My time. You work for My attention. You ache for My favor. Rituals of Devotion Tributes to Mistress Neferia Mortiss are not about the money. They are about intention. A gift should reflect knowledge of My tastes, My elegance, My divine superiority. A proper submissive stalks My preferences, studies My aesthetic, and offers accordingly. This is worship. And it must be perfect. 

For those too timid to approach, I leave traces of My power across the digital realm. My tweets are spells. My photos, curses. My content is crafted to enthrall, to ensnare, to own. The weak consume it in silence. 

The worthy reach out—and pay dearly for the privilege. There are those who beg for nothing more than a passing “Good boy.” Others live for the torment of My silence. Some ache for tasks, humiliation, or exposure. I provide what is earned, never what is expected. 

 Why They Obey They say FinDomme is exploitation. Those voices belong to outsiders who will never understand the exquisite dance of control and craving. My submissives obey because they need to. They serve because it sets them free. The leash is not a restraint—it is a lifeline. My presence gives purpose to their longing. My command gives meaning to their chaos. In My world, they are not lost. They are owned.

And they love it. The cruel Queen sees you for what you are. A toy. A servant. A source. A supplicant. You may be rich, successful, powerful in the outside world—but at My feet, you are exactly what you were always meant to be: mine. 

A Warning and an Invitation To those watching from the shadows, intrigued by the name Mistress Neferia Mortiss—know this: This is not fantasy. This is real power. This is not a game. This is your undoing. I am not here for your validation, your fetish, or your fun. I am the embodiment of desire without mercy. I will take what is mine, break what remains, and reshape you in My image. Do you think you’re strong enough to serve Me? Then approach. Tribute first. Questions never. Because this is the realm of the cruel Queen. And I do not forgive hesitation. 

#MistressNeferiaMortiss

New Tiny Clittied Loser

Hello My Lovelies,

Well today was an amazingly exceptional day. A sub that I have been talking to for years now finally took the plunge and decided that he wants to serve me as his key holder. We designed a a contract and he has agreed to pay a subscription for the honor of me holding his keys to his pathetic little clitty. It is so very exciting knowing he is going to commit to a long term. 

See how small and pathetic this losers clitty is. I mean it is always a pleasure to take a fantasy to a real time situation. Barely 1.5 limp and at the very most 2 inches when at full attention how pathetic and sad.

I am excited to embark on this new adventure with my tiny clittied sub.

Stay safe and stay sexy,

Mistress Neferia Mortiss

Here are a list of places to connect with me

twitter: @MissNefOfficial

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Exciting Announcement

 On Monday March 7th I am premiering new bull whom I have been chatting with. We will be making custom video clips, sets of pictures that are requested by folks who join us.I  am looking forward to what comes of it here are a few pics to give you an idea of what to expect.

He is not afraid to to show his face. He looks forward to showing you his willingness to please us all. I will share details as I know more