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Mistress Iris Blaire had been in the business for years. The real-life dominatrix had commanded an army of submissive men in her dungeon, but with the pandemic, her in-person clientele had dwindled. So, she pivoted to the online market, offering private femdom webcam shows to men who craved the taste of pain and pleasure. Mistress Iris Blaire was a sight to behold. Her sleek dark hair was always pulled back in a tight bun, and her cold blue eyes had an intense focus that could make even the bravest man shrink. But it was her voice that hooked them in. Her voice was firm and intelligent, yet had a musical quality to it that was almost hypnotic. "Kneel, kneel before me," she commanded as the camera flickered on, and her latest submissive did as he was told. He was a middle-aged man with soft features and a timid disposition. Mistress Iris Blaire circled him like a predator, her eyes tracing over every inch of his body, judging him for his worth. "Good boy," she purred as she reached down and pulled his hair, making him gaze up at her. "I'm going to make you mine today." She commanded him to undress and lay down on the floor, and he complied. Over the next hour, she taunted him, teased him, and punished him for any mistakes. The cameras were focused on her as she wielded a riding crop, slapping his inner thighs and making him yelp. He was hers to command, and she relished in it. "Nothing pleases me more than hearing the strained sounds of your voice when you're trying your hardest not to cum... because you know, don't you? You're not allowed. Not until my command," she whispered in his ear, her voice dripping with honey as she got closer and closer to his face. And he did as he was told. He begged and pleaded, his voice breaking with desire, but he never let himself reach that final peak without Mistress Iris Blaire's approval. Finally, after he had pleased her enough, she released him, ordering him to clean up and send her the tribute for her services. As she logged off, she couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. She had taken control, and he had willingly given it to her. Mistress Iris Blaire may not have her dungeon patrons anymore, but she had found a new way to dominate those who craved it. And she couldn't wait for her next show.
 

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