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As you look at my pictures, my sleek long legs, my perfect toned body and model’s face, you might find yourself imagining me in my purest form, the gorgeous blonde leather and latex clad dominatrix of your wildest fantasies. Flogger in hand. A cruel smile on my face. A stern look in my hazel eyes.

Or maybe I remind you of the unobtainable popular girl. The bitchy beauty who you used to sneak glances at in the hallway as I giggled with my friends talking about the cute football players and completely ignoring you.

Perhaps when you see me, you picture the cruel Cuckoldtrix of your darkest fantasies, reminding you of your, shall we say, inadequacies. Humiliating you for your complete inability to please me. Letting you know that only a real man is good enough to please me. Perhaps, if you are very lucky, I might let you prepare me for my dates. Or help out in other ways.

Maybe seeing how sexy I look in my lingerie causes you to wonder how you would look in panties of your own. All dolled up for me. My little slut. And as you think of that, it’s not hard to imagine what I do with little sluts, don’t you?