Mistress Ruby @YourMissRuby

I've never believed in locktober. I lock all my defeated little sluts all year round? No nut November? What makes you think you get to cum any time of the year? You can't schedule being pathetic for me. It's a full time job

I don't believe in equals. Everyone is either stronger or weaker than you. It's why, whenever I meet a domme like you, who thinks they're my equal, I teach them. Do you feel like my equal now love? I don't want you to ever forget this feeling. You'll always know you're weaker

I'll be taking my latest conquest home with me

When two dommes press against each other, both determined to prove their superiority, you can see the moment when one cracks. In 10 seconds this one will let out her first moan, in 10 minutes she will be writhing on the floor under me. In 10 hours she will be on my leash barking

When you brought your ass out, you were used to people melting over it. I just saw an opportunity to make you scream, beg and cry in front of all the other dommes

Weeks of you telling me how powerful your cock was, now it's trained to squirt pathetically over my boots even when caged. As you desperately grind against my boot, the last bits of your former pride and power spurt out of you, leaving a broken sub where there was once a rival

Your bossy girlfriend didn't think she was gay and she certainly didn't think she was a bottom. She was so used to having you squirming at her every word. She had given up on you providing her any pleasure. I showed her how girls fuck and she will never need a man again

I left for a moment and a silly little pet forgot she wasn't a domme anymore. My perfect little grindslut now remembers exactly how addicted to her own destruction she really is. Nothing is left of the goth domme I first met

There's something so desperate about you when I make you grind. It's a desperation you can't hide, a neediness so deep that you forget where you are and have to hump the nearest things. It doesn't matter who you were, or how dominant you are. You're a grindslut now

You were meant to be your girlfriend's protector. You represented power to her. Now she's watching what I'm doing to you. How I'm making you moan against your will. Making you my good girl. She should be cheering for you, instead she's too turned on to think

After I left you locked, defeated and humiliated, no one was around to protect your girlfriend. You wake up in a puddle of your own juices and hear her whimper. I have her tied up like a prize package. You can only watch helplessly as I make her scream like you never have

When I tell one of my losers they're going to be my trophy, I mean that literally. The more powerful they were before they lost to me, the hotter it is when I take their personhood. The hotter it is when their only purpose is to serve as a warning to others, proof of my power

What she looked like when she met me vs what she looked like when I was done with her. I wonder what your before and after will look like once I'm done with you

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You forgot where we were. You were trying to maintain your tough dominant persona in public. But as soon as I took you by the hair and put my fingers in your mouth, everyone saw your muscle memory kick in. By the time you let out a moan, no one believed you were a dom anymore

The second I put the mask on you, you become a different person. A depraved, needy, pathetic person

This was the moment your dominant girlfriend broke. She had weathered every challenger, leaving them humiliated by their inability to affect her. But not this time, now it's her turn to scream for mercy. When she's twitching weakly on the floor, she can watch me make you mine

I used to respect you. I saw you as a talented domme with a proven history of breaking rivals. But I don't see you like that anymore. The second you broke for me, the second screamed for mercy, sobbing as you begged to be mine, I knew you were just another pet

You’d remember that body forever, you worshipped it. Now you see it being paraded through the street, a doll keeping their distance from their owner. You’d always fantasised being on my leash, but you didn’t expect to find your girlfriend on there, following me for all to see

My pretty plaything. Draining all of your power to someone bigger, someone better, someone worthy of the titles you had. As your mind gets clouded with pink fog, your past as a top becomes a distant memory. All your power helplessly dribbling out of you as you worship real power

The humiliation of losing wasn’t enough, you craved another rush. So when I walked you out, arched your back and claimed you in front of everyone you knew it finally clicked. You. Lost. Now look your subs in the eyes, apologise for your failures as I claim you as my plaything