Your merciless Goddess of surrender and forbidden ecstasy. Censorship stops here !
My raw, unfiltered clips don’t just play — they rewire you: intense aroma floods, hypnotic 420 rituals, decadent powder ceremonies, intoxicating drinks, and deeper chemsex indulgences that shatter your resistance.
This is pure mindfuck. One hit, and you’ll crave the next.
Message Me directly at DomDeLuxury@yahoo.com with your darkest fantasies — aroma overloads, extended 420 worship, layered powder play, drink submission, or any chemsex theme. Surrender now.
The craving only grows stronger.— Goddess DomDeLuxury
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Sniff poppers to loosen your beta grip. Snow lines next—snort deep into manic worship. Chase with drinks, slurring my name as the cycle spins. Trapped forever in Domdeluxury’s haze, leaking obedience. No escape, just deeper ruin
“Lost in Goddess Domdeluxury’s gaze? Sniff poppers deep—mesmerized into total intox. Eyes spiral, mind melts, beta begs.
Timer starts: Sniff poppers on Goddess Domdeluxury’s beat—from ‘normal’ beta to mindless addict. 30s… 20s… endless rushes! Crumble and tribute. Set your timer—addict now?
Lean in, slut. I uncap the brown bottle under your snout—sniff. While your head spins, I milk a thick, glossy load straight into your gaping mouth. Hold it. Taste my VitaminKum mixed with chemical rush. Sniff again. Now swallow on my countdown, beta—gargle every drop until your brain melts for Domdeluxury and you beg for the next hit.
Sniff poppers to Goddess Domdeluxury’s HOT body, beta—inhale her tits, hold on this juicy ass, exhale her dripping power. Her curves drug you forever!
Goddess Domdeluxury glorifies your weak relapse, beta—sniff poppers on her command, rush into addiction bliss. Every hit praises your ruin: deeper goon, more tributes!
Feel Goddess Domdeluxury’s needle pierce your scrotum, procaine flooding those beta nuts numb and heavy… She seduces you closer, lips on your ear: ‘Send pics or I leak everything.’ Hot, leaking ruin awaits.
Just the right poppers hit… and your beta hole craves Goddess Domdeluxury’s strapon deep. Pounded raw, then CEI every drop—swallow your shame! Custom for Sissy Michelle
Electro-zaps fry your caged beta clit while poppers drug you senseless for Goddess Domdeluxury… Shock after shock, rush after rush—mind erased, wallet drained, begging for more ruin. Custom for Buurak
Feel Domdeluxury’s poppers infection invade your beta brain, gooner… One sniff and you’re ruined—cock pulsing, mind melting, wallet emptying for your Goddess. Rush deeper into addiction. No escape.
One order: sniff, stroke, stare. Cox fills the screen, poppers flood your lungs, and my voice flips the junkie switch—turning you into a leaking, cock-hungry gooner. Beta brain lit, wallet open. Ready to awaken your true junkie nature?
Full chem cocktail—poppers huff, snow rail, 420 rip, booze chug—then cage clicks shut for endless surrender rounds. Multi-high haze melts your will, locked cock leaks as I own every throb. Total beta chemslut now. Locked and loaded for round one? Custom for My boot bitch Adrian
Snow-dusted key bump, poppers rammed deep—now crush those balls for me, sadistic style. Clamp, slap, twist while high-rush pain twists you into leaking submission. I snort and command your agony to cash-flow. Custom for Victor
4 seconds in, 4 seconds hold, 4 seconds exhale—my metronome snap controls every molecule. Inhale on my count, lock it, release when I click. One bottle, one rhythm, zero free will. Bottle ready for the perfect 4-4-4 ruin
Strapped in shiny leather, bottle under your nose—every poppers blast cracks open your secret gay cravings. Huff for me and pump to cock pics, leather scent sealing your fate as my bi-drained fag. No more hiding, beta.
Shot glass in one hand, poppers in the other—sip, sniff, slip into lace. I’ll liquor-up your shame and blast away your manhood until you’re giggling, leaking, curtsying for cock. Get tipsy, get dizzy, get girly. Ready to drink, huff, and twirl for me, sissy?
Countess Olivia and I tag-team your addiction—one bottle each nostril, twin voices melting your last brain cell. Our synchronized count snaps turn every sniff into cash, every stroke into surrender. Two evil sisters, one ruined goon. Custom for Aiden Gonner (Royal)
Four savage sniff methods, four relentless pump rounds—bottle cracked, lungs burning, cock throbbing. I time every hit to match every stroke, turning you into a dripping, cash-leaking toy. Go ALL IN or stay sober and invisible.Props : Poppers ,small bag ,plastic bottle ,a piece of material (scarf ,sock ,towel etc) ,cotton pads.
VIP only, addict—massive poppers blasts unlock my most destructive whispers, turning elite sends into endless edge-highs. Huff harder for luxury leaks, send bigger for VIP mind-melt. You’re hooked forever now.
Crack the bottle, ram the hit, then ram your hand—every huff I purr darker, every stroke I pull you deeper. I’m inside your pulse, toy-fucking your brain while you throb and leak. Edge, sniff, obey: let’s ruin you together. Ready to fuck yourself stupid for me?
Each brutal poppers hit you take earns you one second pressed between my perfect tits—sniff harder, goon faster, leak stupider. Big lungs, big tits, bigger addiction. Huff until your vision blurs and your cash drips out. Ready for the next massive hit, tit-junkie?
Put on the gown, bend over the exam table, and inhale my “medicine”—deep, sloppy poppers hits while I script your goon ritual. Heart racing, dick dripping, brain dissolving under my stethoscope. Refill your script, patient: edge forever for Dr. Dom.
I’m going to flood your lungs with poppers and flood your brain with my voice—each huff drops you deeper, blanker, dumber. Feel the spiral tighten, beta. When you wake up you’ll be mine, wallet open, cock leaking, will erased.
Domdeluxury shatters your fake alpha ego—huff poppers like a bitch while I humiliate and rewire your brain into permanent beta mush. Stroke away your delusions, leak for Goddess, beg to stay broken. Alpha myth dying yet?
Domdeluxury drowns her beta addict in ruthless poppers huffs and venomous spit—inhale deep, swallow my toxic load, stroke into oblivion as addiction rewires your worthless brain. Lick it up and send more. Craving your next hit?
Goddess Domdeluxury makes you choke the bottle and huff like a desperate junkie—hardcore sniffing, brain frying, wallet draining. Stroke, leak, beg louder each hit until your beta mind liquefies for her. Ready to OD on my power?
Evil sisters Domdeluxury and Countess Olivia force their beta bitch to huff poppers deep from the bag, eyes rolling in total mind-melt surrender. Stroke, submit, and accept your inferior addiction as we erase your will—pay up and inhale for your Goddesses. Huffing for us yet?
Goddess Domdeluxury commands her pathetic virgin bitch to chug booze and stroke mindlessly, erasing your free will in a haze of intox addiction. Accept your beta inferiority as she manipulates you deeper into submission—send now or stay sober and irrelevant. Ready to drown for your Queen?
Listen up, piggy—strip naked and edge that pathetic beta cock for your Goddess Domdeluxury. Stroke slow, deny yourself over and over while I whisper sweet manipulations in your ear, erasing your free will until you’re drooling, addicted, and broken. When I finally allow release, scoop every drop of your worthless cum and gulp it down…
Drugged haze meets electric hell. Poppers flood your sissy veins while pads kiss clitty and boypussy—my dial cranks volts on every whimper. Twitching, leaking, lipstick-smeared: shocks rewrite your nerves for pink pain-pleasure. Beg higher juice, higher hits; end up a fried, frilly fuckdoll chanting my name. Power on, princess.
Poppers uncork your inner cumslut. Hit deep, pump frantic, edge endless—my countdown turns your balls to beta batter. When you explode, no waste: scoop it sloppy, slurp every drop like the hungry pig I own. Replay loops fry your shame; soon you’ll crave strangers’ seed too. This play addicts you to swallow surrender. Guzzle now,…
Alpha delusion detected. Session 1: I strap you down, dissect your fake bravado with whispers and commands. No poppers yet—just my voice cracking your fragile facade. You’ll leak excuses, beg for mercy, and admit your clitty inferiority by minute 10. This is therapy: my therapy. Part 1 reprograms your spine to kneel. Cure incoming—total, irreversible…
I lace your poppers with sissy serum: every hit dissolves testosterone and drips hot pink submission straight into your veins. Panties on, clitty caged, lips glossed—sniff, snap, giggle. Thirty forced huffs and you’re cross-eyed, chanting “Dress, Suck, Pay” like a broken Barbie. By the final bottle you’re dolled-up, dick-drunk, begging for real cum to complete…
Strap on the mask. No escape. My voice feeds you poppers through every sealed inhale, 10 precise instructions to fry your free will. Sniff deep on command #1. Eyes roll by #4. Drool and edge by #7. By instruction #10, you’re a masked, mindless puppet—prostate throbbing, wallet emptying, soul erased. This isn’t play; it’s permanent…
I keep the bottle glued to your nostrils while my foot-long strap-on rewires your beta brain. Every hit melts another layer of resistance; every thrust pounds my power deeper into your popper-soaked prostate. You’ll leak, beg, and stare blank-eyed at the ceiling as I remap your sex drive into total anal addiction. Pay, sniff, spread—then…
For 29 minutes, your only purpose is to serve my BBC while I dissolve your mind. You will kneel, take your hits of poppers on my command, and worship my perfect, hard cock. Each deep inhale will make you dumber, more submissive, and more desperate to please me. Your throat belongs to me. Your…
That bottle is your key to submission. With every hit of poppers I command you to take, your inhibitions melt away and your beta desires take over. Your asshole begins to pulse, begging to be filled. The intoxication makes you pliant, weak, and desperate for the pain-pleasure only I can provide. You will present yourself,…
Poor, pathetic Kent is back for more. His beta brain craves the abuse only I can provide. This time, we’re mixing drinks with snow, a cocktail designed to obliterate his resistance. Watch as I force the glass to his lips, commanding him to drink until he’s dizzy and disoriented. Then, the snow hits his system,…
Your mind is not your own. It belongs to me. In this relentless, hardcore session, I architect your descent into pure, beta ecstasy. You will hit your poppers on my command, each deep inhale erasing another piece of your free will. Your only purpose is to goon for me, to pump your pathetic dick until…
Your beta brain is useless without my command. Your only purpose is to stroke your pathetic cock to the sight of my superiority. You exist to serve my intoxication. Ready to accept your place?
You can’t escape your deepest urges, beta. The moment you smell my poppers and see my nylons stretched tight over my divine curves, your mind goes blank. Your will is mine. This 17-minute session is designed to trigger your ultimate relapse, to make you accept that your only purpose is to get high on my…
With each sniff, each sip, your resistance will crumble. Your mind will become my playground as I architect your deepest submission. You will accept your inferiority not as a choice, but as an undeniable truth. This is a one-way ticket to addiction, and I am your conductor.
DOMDELUXERY welcomes a self-professed porn-addicted gooner into her therapy chamber. What begins as a session to “help” his addiction quickly twists into a masterful manipulation. She expertly dismantles his ego, exposing his deepest beta desires and reprogramming his mind to associate arousal with submission, inferiority, and financial devotion. This Goddess doesn’t cure addiction—she weaponizes it….
You’ve seemed so stressed lately, baby. Come here, relax with me. I just want to take care of you. You know you can trust me, right? I only want what’s best for you. Let me help you unwind… just close your eyes and listen to my voice. Doesn’t that feel better? Giving up control is…
custom for Daniel You don’t get to choose when you breathe, when you moan, or when you lose your mind. For 45 minutes, I own every gasp, every twitch, every shattered thought. Poppers to open you. Crack to break you. And me? I’m the goddess who rewires your brain to worship me through the high….
Your free will is an illusion I will shatter. For the next 60 minutes, you will drink and snort exactly what I command. This is a deep dive into forced intoxication, where your beta mind will gratefully accept the poison I serve. Your only purpose is to become more addicted, more pliable, and more mine….
custom for Kent Now, prepare your tools. The powder. The drink. These are not for your pleasure. They are solvents. We are dissolving the fragile shell you call a personality. Take the first hit. Inhale the emptiness. Take a drink. Feel the warmth of your own submission spreading. You will stroke for me. A slow,…
When it comes to poppers you might be surprised to learn that there’s actually a variety of formulas that we use. Each with different effects, a name by which it’s commonly known, as well as various chemical formulas . In this video I consider three key aspects that help us understand the characteristics of the bottle : Potency , Time…
Custom for Franco We’re going to use the 5x5x5x5 Boxing Method. This isn’t a game. This is a brainwashing ritual. And your only job is to surrender. Get your poppers. Get on your knees. Now. You are homewrecked from the inside out. Your free will is gone. You are boxed in. By me. …
The truth is flooding your mind now. There is no more doubt. You are a sissy. You are a beta. Your purpose is to obey. To worship. To pay. Your mind belongs to me. Your body belongs to me. Your wallet belongs to me. You exist for my amusement. Now, I want you to stroke…
Hello, pet. Or should I say… subject. You’ve been curious, haven’t you? Drawn to the idea of true surrender. You think you want to serve, but you’re still clinging to that pathetic shred of free will. We’re going to fix that. Today, we begin the 5x5x5x5 Boxing Method. Consider this your final warning. Proceed with caution. What…
Line them up. Neat. Precise. Just like the control I demand from you. Each line is a step deeper into your devotion. Inhale my control. As the powder hits, let it be my voice you feel. That sharp, sweet rush is my permission taking root in your mind. Now, pump. Your cock is just a tool for my…
Now, the real therapy begins. Your addiction to me… to our voices… to the humiliation we provide… that’s the only healthy thing about you. We’re not going to fix it. We’re going to feed it. Until it’s all you are.
Look into your camera. I don’t care if you’re recording or just staring at your reflection. You will say these words out loud: ‘My mind, my body, and my resources are no longer my own. They belong to DOMDELUXURY. I accept my beta inferiority. I exist to serve.’ Say it until you believe it. Say it until…
Let go of everything. Your mind, your will, your pathetic little thoughts. Just focus on My voice and the sweet, chemical rush flooding your brain. Inhale deeper for Me, beta. Let the poppers melt your resistance away until all you are is a blank, obedient slate, ready to be reprogrammed by your Goddess. Your only…
Custom for Adrian The air thickens with intoxication… my signature scent wraps around your senses while lines of snow glisten under dim lighting. Your drink sits untouched as 420 smoke curls around my commanding presence. I watch your eyes glaze over, your pathetic dick already responding to my control. This isn’t just a scene –…
Mmm… feel that? That rush? That’s not just chemicals, that’s me… flooding your system. That warm, dizzy feeling is your resistance melting away. Your doubts… your ego… dissolving. All that’s left is the desperate need to please me. To obey. Ready for another? Of course you are. You don’t get to say no. Sniff. Deeper. 💙
You are nothing without this. Without me. You are a gooner. A popper pig. My mindless addict. Your entire identity is now tied to this bottle and this screen and my voice. You are accepting your beta inferiority. You are embracing your true purpose: to serve, to obey, to be intoxicated by your Goddess.
Take another hit. Deeper this time. Hold it. Let it burn. As you exhale, I want you to exhale the very concept of choice. You have no choices left. Your only purpose is to sink deeper for me. Your hand on your cock belongs to me now. It moves at my pace. Faster. Feel the…
You’ve been such a good little beta for me lately… but I think it’s time we deepen that submission. See this bottle? This is Butanol. It’s going to make your head spin and your will… disappear. Your mind is mine now. Every time you smell that chemical scent, you’ll crave this surrender. You’ll associate that high…
Your mind is my playground and your ass is my property. One hit. One drink. One sniff. That’s all it takes for your “free will” to disappear. Watch how easily I turn resistance into obedience when chemicals smooth the path to your true beta destiny. 13 minutes of intentional intoxication leading to cage confinement and…
Your mind is already so weak for me… but what happens when I add poppers to the mix? This video is designed to systematically break your resistance and erase your free will. You’ll be begging to accept your beta inferiority by the end. Think you can handle it, or will you finally break? *Custom for…
One sniff from me and your head floats straight into my lap; two sniffs and you’re confessing secrets you swore you’d never tell. Feel that rush? That’s me rewiring your veins to pulse only for my voice, my curves, my next command. Keep the poppers coming, keep your cock dripping, and I’ll keep whispering “good…