Ebony Femdom Demonic Foot Worship

Ebony Femdom Demonic Foot Worship
Demonic foot worship by the ebony femdom Duchess Willow, is your next stop on the Halloween blog train. 1-800-601-6975

 

Have you enjoyed the camp Enchantrix Halloween blog train? If you are new to the train, start with Miss Cassidy, and follow the trail. Demonic foot worship is a part two, to ebony femdom demon nurse. When we last left Cass, it was unclear what was about to happen to him, but part two should give you an idea, of what became of the ebony succubus, and her new pet.

Ebony Femdom Demonic Foot Worship

Cass awakened in a dreamlike state, still foggy from being pulled into the demon nurse’ trance. He looked around and could see he was no longer in the nurses office. The area was dark and smelled of damp earth and sulphur. There was a bluish glow coming deep from within the cavern. He looked down and saw marks on his wrists and ankles. Scratches and symbols etched into his bare flesh. Naked and alone, or so he thought, until he heard her voice, and his head began spinning once more.

The Black Goddess Of The Underworld Speaks

No sooner than he heard her voice, turning to follow where it led, the sight of her making him gasp. Her hair was curled into shiny black ringlets, pulled up in the front, and cascading over her bare, full breasts. The demoness’ ebony skin was glistening and smooth, her legs draped over the arm of a large druid throne, with wild vines and leaves coiled and sprouting all around it. Cass could not bring himself to speak, mouth gaping and marveling at her beauty. His eyes drawn to her dangling legs and feet, staring at her shiny lacquered toes, his mouth began to water, thoughts of demonic foot worship of her marvelous feet, filling his head.

A Thirsty Tranced Devotee

“You’ve had a long voyage, pet,” she purred. “You must be hungry, and surely you have a thirst….”

Cass stammered, finally finding the courage to speak, “wh-where am I? Where’s the camp? Where are all the counselors?” He stared at her flexing toes as she stretched out, and spoke much braver than he felt, his hands shaking, and his stomach dropping when he heard her bellowing laugh, echoing in the deep cavern.

“We are no longer even in the same dimension, as your camp members. And certainly you aren’t worried about what they’re doing, pet. You’re hungry…”

The trigger made it impossible for Cass to think of anything other than the programming already implanted deep in his subconscious. The more he tried to think clearly, the deeper he sunk into her influence, the words of obedience spilling from his lips. “I… am hungry….”

“You need to serve, and drink the sweet nectar of your dominant.”

“…need to serve… need to drink…. so hungry…”

The ebony demoness lifted her hand as if beckoning to him, and his body was willed forward, crawling to her, until he was kneeling, scratched, naked, and mindless with tranced hunger, at her feet.

Willow flexed her feet once more, re-positioning herself with her feet directly in front of him. Lifting her right foot, and locking her gaze on Cass, he obediently opened his mouth, as if he knew exactly what was coming next. Slipping her big toe into his mouth, Cass began to suck hungrily. Lapping at her big toe and wrapping his lips around her silky flesh, the sweetness of her essence filling his mouth, and trickling down his throat.

Enslaved To Ebony Feet

The Duchess purred sweetly, stroking his face, leaning in and whispering her femdom trance like influence into his ear. “You belong to me, now, Cass.” Her voice in his ear causing him to moan in bliss, as he continued to suck. Not even noticing his body being lifted from the ground, as their sembiotic embrace continued. He ran his tongue over her big toe, in between each of her toes and down across the sole of her foot, moaning with pleasure to be able to worship the black goddess’ feet.

She watched and licked her lips, as she wrapped her slithering ebony succubus vines around his legs and arms, feeding off of him. Watched his face and body become gaunt and skeletal, as she transferred his soul into her body. Cass didn’t seem to notice or care, or feel anything. Soon his body disintegrated, as the black Queen took her victims spirit.

Camp Enchantrix

Back at camp, all was quiet. Suddenly one of the campers rushed into the nurses office. “Pardon me, Miss Willow, but has anyone seen Cass?” The nurse looked up, and smiled. “No, sorry I have not. He was here earlier complaining of a fever, so I gave him some medicine and sent him back to his cabin.”

“Hmm… that’s strange, he wasn’t in his cabin either. Maybe he’s feeling better.”

“Perhaps you’re right,” said the nurse.

“Well.. uh.. sorry to have bothered you miss….”

There was a loud scream from the direction of the woods behind them. The nurse and the camper exchanged glances. Willow stood up, turned to look out the window, and then faced the camper. “Why don’t you and I go see what that was, pet?” The camper nodded, and followed behind Willow meekly, as she led him deep into the woods.

I hope you enjoyed the demonic foot worship story, if you’re ready to continue your blog train journey, here’s your ride to our next stop, Mistress Harper.

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Ebony Femdom Demon Nurse

Ebony Femdom Demon Nurse
Duchess Willow joins the halloween blog train with ebony femdom demon nurse. 1-800-601-6975

Here’s the next stop on the Halloween Blog Train. If you missed any, start with Mistress Cassidy.

“You’ve got a fever.”

Cass was sitting in the nurses office, on the exam table. Nurse Willow had looked him over and found he was burning up. Only an hour earlier, Cass had been out playing baseball, when it happened. Standing out in the field one minute, looking up at the sky and peering concerned faces of his teammates the next minute. So off he went to the nurse, who had been informed of his fainting spell. He didn’t even know he’d been running a temperature.

Ebony Femdom Demon Nurse

The ebony nurse was holding the digital thermometer she had just taken his temperature with, and was staring at him intently. “When did you first notice you were feeling ill?” she asked. Cass couldn’t remember feeling unwell, nor could he remember what he had for breakfast. Shaking his head, he answered her, “I don’t really know, I felt fine before we started the game..” The nurse nodded, “well you need to refrain from strenuous activity for the next 24 hours. I’m putting you on bed rest and giving you some tylenol. Come back to see me tomorrow.”

Strange Dreams

Tossing and turning that night, Cass had fitful dreams. First he saw himself strapped to what looked like an altar. He tried to scream but no sound came out, and then the nurse appeared, hovering over him. Except her appearance had changed. Her hair was wild and hung past her shoulders, her full lips shiny and dark red, with glowing eyes and razor sharp fangs for teeth. Suddenly the ebony demoness was gyrating on top of him, and Cass felt like he was about to climax, when he woke up. Dripping with sweat, his fever had broken, and there was a strange taste in his mouth that he couldn’t put his finger on.

Demon Nurse Revealed

“How are you feeling today Cass?” The nurse turned and smiled at him. Immediately, Cass felt something was wrong. She looked the same, wearing her nurse uniform, but her skin had an unnatural sheen to it, and her eyes were no longer brown, but tinged with purple. Cass stammered, “uh, I uh, feel better now, much better.” He felt the air in the room growing warmer, thicker and more humid, and there was a strange odor in the air, sweet and musky, with sulphur undertones. “Good,” she replied. I trust the strange dreams you had, didn’t interfere with your sleep.”

Demon Intentions

“What? How did you kno-” he stopped cold, seeing her unbutton her uniform. Claws growing longer, hair coming to life and slithering around her head. She let the uniform drop to the floor, revealing shiny iridescent scales covering her curvy physique. Her long talons reached for him, as she licked her lips, “come, Cass.. it’s time, and you’re just the right type,” she nodded. “Everything I need.” Cass stared at her as his face went blank, chanting the words back to her, “y-yesssss, everything I need.” His feet moving forward into her waiting arms, as the succubus nurse spread her wings, wrapping him in a tight embrace, and pulling him under.

Thanks for reading my ebony femdom demon nurse story. Make sure to give me a call, at 1-800-601-6975 and ask, for Duchess Willow. Princess Kellie is up next.

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Burn The Witch – Virtual Burn 2 Gets Enchanted

The Ebony Femdom will be at virtual burn 2. And I have a special gift for you. 1-800-601-6975

Ask me if I’m a witch, I’ll tell you that the terminology doesn’t fit what I am. But if you will, I prefer the term: voodoo Priestess.

The ebony femdom is black royalty, so as it would happen, I came into my power through the path of sexuality and submission. And then I found that there is a metaverse that holds space for people like myself. So here we are. What does this have to do with the title of this blog? Everything.

Virtual Burn 2 is a 3 dimensional event that takes place within the metaverse. Enchantrix will be dusting the desert, with the magic of the feminine. Think pixelated burning man, it’s going to be fun, and Miss Harper will even be doing an episode of whore school at burn 2.

Virtual Burn 2 With The Duchess

If you come to virtual burn 2, and click the sign at our burning man camp site, you will receive a free gift from Enchantrix. One of them is from me, and it is a visualization that I’ve done by myself, and with others. First though, I want to talk to you about the unpleasant parts of our emotions. The negative energy that builds up and gunks up your mind gears. For some strange reason, we all run from the deep, dark, uncomfortable emotions, and those are the ones that need to be addressed.

Toxic Emotions

If you need an example: Trauma. Anything that can be identified as traumatic within you, needs to be called out. But what people often do, is suppress, and push these feelings down, until one day it rears its ugly head in the worst way. My free gift at burn 2, is one specifically designed to summon those feelings, and quarantine them, transmute them, and cleanse your mind body and spirit. My disclaimer, is that it’s not for the faint of heart.

Purging Toxicity

When you are cleansing your emotions, one sign that you are on the right path, is that you will have a very intense emotional and sometimes physical response. Some mantras and meditations are designed with a purgative effect. What you need to understand, is that purging is unpleasant at its core. Another example: If you’ve ever done a juice, parasite, or any health cleanse, one of the first things that will happen, is that your skin might break out, and you will feel sick, as the toxins are being released from your cells. Something similar happens, during spiritual cleanses.

Common Purging Mistakes

When your body releases toxins, and you start to feel sick, that’s when you have to ride it out. Many people quit during the initial phase of a cleanse, because the initial is the most unpleasant. It is uncomfortable in the same way when you are purging your spirit. You will feel irritable, you may meet resistance in yourself, you may get angry or cry. The most common mistake that people make is stopping during the toxic emotion release, or being afraid and thinking that it is better to hide those feelings.

My Spiritual Relationships

The spiritual relationships I have are very personal, and my path is one that is hard core and not for the timid. If you know anything about the Goddess Kali Ma, you will know that if you call on her, she will snatch your edges, snatch you out of your comfort zone, and snatch your soul and get you together. Her methods may seem drastic and extremely harsh, so beware calling on her if you’re not ready for that. She is a deity that will rock your world.

Personal Experience

I like to discuss feminine energy and sexuality, and how these things are related to the spirit, and I am hosting a group chat at virtual burn 2 on the very subject. Allow me to share my experience with you, and if you ever want a customized visualization, it’s easy to connect with me. You can call me at 1-800-601-6975 if you’re ready for the deep dive. Ask for Duchess Willow when you call. Until then… be well and burn on, burners.

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Ebony Cuckolding Humiliation – Earn That BBC

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So you want to suck big black cock, and be my BBC whore, hmm? Of course you do.. but first, I will make sure you earn the privilege of sucking a black man’s thick, black dick. First lesson: Ebony Cuckolding Humiliation. You will suck whatever dick I tell you to suck, and you will make them cum, while your own pathetic white boi pencil eraser is in a cock cage, for Locktober.

Ebony Cuckolding Humiliation

Your begging is funny to me. The crying was also a nice touch, when I told you that you would have to suck white sissy dicks, before you moved up in the ranks, to sucking and servicing big black cocks. None of that is going to save you, I already signed you up for ebony cuckold humiliation training, and you are disallowed to fail The Duchess.

Cocksucking Bitch For Hire

Whimpering and kneeling, your tiny clitty caged up, the parade of horny sissies prancing through the door, ready for their sissy sucking. I have reminded all ten of them, that the only time I will allow their tiny pen caps to fire off, is when I am breaking in a new cuckbitch. Oh the crying gets louder, as the first sissy ballerina, lifts her skirt revealing her laughable pricklet. As you wailed in protest, I decided to give you some encouragement.

Pushing Sissies Through The Fence

All of that wailing stopped, when my own big, shiny, onyx strapon filled you. My long, sharp nails digging into your flesh, as I thrust and your body jerks forward, mouth open in a scream, and in went the sissy stick. Now the only sounds I hear are muffled moaning as your caged fuckstick leaks. Turns out you get off on being used like a whore bitch, even if you don’t get that yummy black beef in your mouth. You still want it though, which is why you need to call me and prostrate at the feet of an Ebony Queen. 1-800-601-6975 is the number to reach Duchess Willow. If you enjoy this blog, let me know, leave me a comment, check out the rest of the site too. Until next time… be well.

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