Category: FindomGoddess

FinDomme  Rhonda 844-332-2639 ext 446

Do you want me? Do you want to learn all my secrets? Let me ask you a harder question. Do you deserve a Deviously Sexy Goddess like me? lol Yeah, I was teasing you. You don’t deserve me. Let’s be honest here. You are so far beneath me that you are a worm. You a garbage on the street. I walk by without even noticing. And you know it. You know you’re pathetic and worthless.

But that doesn’t stop the craving. You want me so bad it hurts. Just looking at my pictures makes that worthless little stick between your legs. You know I’ll laugh my ass off at that pathetic excuse for a cock. It’s not like you have anything to be proud of. So, what do you really have to offer a creatively sexy Goddess with a high sex drive?

Nothing, nada. Zilch. Pathetic, huh? Does it make you cry? lol

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Tessa 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 445

Everything in life is earned. Everything. You have to work hard for it.  When I think about all that I have, there is one common theme associated. It was all earned through some hard manual labor. Yes that’s right. Just about everything that I have, I either put in some deep manual labor, or did something else in order to get it. Now you might be thinking a bit off, but hey! That’s Tessa for you. The things that I work for aren’t always so typical to others. Earning Tessa’s titty sucking is just one of those times.

Now think about what you would need to do in order to earn the right to suck on these luscious titties. I mean just look at them. Who wouldn’t want to feast their mouth on these! They’re just so damn beautiful. So, what would you do? I have a few thoughts ruminating through my head. Do you want to know? You could start by getting on your hands and knees and spread my legs open. You know you wouldn’t be able to resist sucking on my tasty cunt. Why not take me on a shopping spree, with an unlimited supply of those Benjamins I love so much.

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Tessa 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 445

 

Touching one’s soul is such a delicate thing to do. You might wonder how it all works. How is one able to accomplish such a magical feat? Well, touching my soul from the inside out is done a little differently. I mean, it’s still a beautiful feat. My soul is touched in various ways. But there is one way that most people never guess, and it’s one of the best ways. Those Benjamin’s touch my soul in a way that I’ve never been able to understand. I can only articulate it by the emotion it evokes into me.

When I think about them, I feel happy. It puts a smile on my face. When I fantasize about them, my cunt becomes soaking wet. And bluntly, all I want to do is roll around in them naked. When you give them to me, all I want to do is breathe them in.  It only feels right to spend them like the world’s biggest shopping spree. For some people it’s the air they breathe. For me, it’s those Benjamin’s. The way they make me feel brings me so many mixed emotions to my tippy tongue, I can’t seem to get enough. I don’t want to ever get enough. It’s my way to exist, to be, and to thrive.

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Tessa 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 445

Some people have a natural look of deceit in their eyes, and you just know that they’re trouble. Others look innocent from first glance. It isn’t until they actually do something considered bad that you find out. I tend to have this natural look of deceit in my eyes when I’m on the prowl.  These moods change how I interact, and my mind just reverts to someone completely twisted. It feels like my mind just does a little switcheroo. Maybe it’s just ingrained within me and is something that I crave here and there.

When I want something, I usually end up getting it. It doesn’t matter if I have to do naughty things in order to get it either. I will figure out how to get what I want. I’ve been told it’s that look of deceit. And the other night when you came over,  I was definitely in a mood. Let’s just say I was feeling the tingles, and it felt like I needed to take care of them. You didn’t seem to understand what I was trying to convey to you.  Ordinarily that would have been okay. That night though, I needed you to understand my needs.

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Tessa 1-844-332-2639 ext. 445

Laying in my bed over the last week, and the thoughts that continue to permeate my mind are filled with Benji’s. Those bills keep my heart beating another day. I can’t but salivate in thinking about it. It’s probably because my just washed caramel skin was feeling so soft, and it can’t wait to have something sexy touching it.

If you asked me when I figured out that those dollar bills make me feel all tingly, I would throw my hands up in the air. What I do know is that same tingle also courses through to my pussy. It makes me just want to touch it. Sometimes when I am having these fantasy’s, it makes me think about the dollar bills being all over the bed. And every time I see one on my skin, I pick it up and look at it, and then my fingers graze down to my pussy lips. Am I checking to find out how wet and juicy I am? I don’t know, what do you think?

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Tessa 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 445

I have an itch, and it won’t go away until I feed it what it’s craving. It’s one of those days where I can’t stop thinking about it, until I get it. You know what I want. Feed my need. Happiness for this Mistress means something so completely different. A sense of dark, abstract, twisted and taboo. When Mistress Tessa owns you, it’s life transforming.

You are my sub. Inevitably, you are my fix, my high that satisfies this craving of mine. When I think about this feeling, it’s almost as if your obedience sends me into a dominating frenzy. My orders are relatively simple. You listen, you obey, and you eventually become mine. I will own you. And whether it happened upon the first look, or the first attempt to look at me with those fearful yet curious eyes, it happened. You became mine. Reflect back for a moment though, because you want this. There is a craving deep within you for me. You need me badly, and you need me to thrive within you.

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Jemma – 1844-332-2639 ext 303

Okay, let’s be clear about something. findom, or financial domination, is not necessarily what I would consider a “specialty”. However, I enjoy the calls I have done on it and I would like to do more.

So, I want to explain how I do findom calls, so all parties are comfortable.

First of all, when potential clients approach me in The Playroom claiming they want a $500.00 call in which I drain their balls and wallet; I am always shocked. Only because a lot of work and preparation goes into the findom calls I do, it’s usually not a call I take on a “whim”.

I’ll illustrate.

Findom calls are a lot of fun when things are set up in advance. Again, this ensures all parties are comfortable and consenting to everything they do.

Usually, I’ll get an email from a client (jemma@phonesexcandy.com) and they explain a little bit about what they are looking for. Then, we agree on a comfortable scenario and an appropriate time to call.

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Jemma – 1844-332-2639 ext 303

Still sitting in the hot tub, I cannot believe this spa menu. Not to mention the prices, thank goodness Daniel gave me his black card.

First, I booked The Ultimate Escape package which included a massage, facial, manicure, and pedicure. Second, I added Whistler’s Signature Treatment, which included a body wrap and scrub, access to their baths, and a luxurious hair and scalp treatment. In addition, I added a foot and back treatment. This spa day was going to cost Daniel an easy $1,500 CAN and that wasn’t even including an automatic 17% gratuity. 

Knowing I didn’t need to get dolled up for the spa, I tried to find something comfortable to wear. Settling on a light blue vintage Juicy Couture tracksuit with nothing underneath, I slipped on my white waterproof Ugg boots. 

Next, I grabbed my white Marc Jacobs tote and my room key and headed for the spa. 

Walking into the Four Seasons Whistler Spa, I was blown away. The smell was the first thing that hit me. Not being able to quite identify it, it smelt woodsy with hints of ginger, cedar, and plum,  it was amazing. 

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Jemma – 1844-332-2639 ext 303

Waking up the next morning, Daniel was nowhere to be seen. Unsurprisingly, he loved to be a man of mystery. Noticing the red envelope on the bedside table to my left, I decided to crack it open. The note inside read as follows, “Good morning Jemma. Take my Amex Black Card and book yourself any spa service you want. Also feel free to shop and order anything you want from room service”.

Amex Black Cards really are the way to my heart.

Browsing the room service menu, I called the front desk.

“Hello, my name is Jemma, I’m so sorry, I’m not sure my room number, or honestly where I am, but do you mind sending me Avocado on Sourdough Toast as well as a Morning Manic smoothie? By the way, would you also mind telling me where I am?”, I asked the front desk person.

“Good Morning Miss Tomsin, first of all, you’re at The Four Seasons Whistler and you’re staying in our Townhouse Suite. Second, yes I will have that to you right away, we have Daniel’s black card on file”. a man replies.

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Tessa 1-844-332-2639 ext. 445

The way he makes me feel is lavished. Talk about a high like no other. He has me laced in all the best, since I get off on using his cards like therapeutic toys.  And it isn’t just that. We just mesh so well together. He will say something, and then I’ll finish his sentence. The way that I picture it should be. So I parade around in the extras, from head to toe. We’re talking the best of the best. Everything from hair pieces, down to the stiletto heels I’d never have been able to do afford if it wasn’t for him. This is my version of therapy.

There is a feeling that I get when I’m on my shopping sprees. As much as I enjoy them, the therapeutic side of it seems to take over. I literally grab whatever I want. My rule is there is no looking at price tags. Do I break the rules? Sometimes, but when that happens, the bigger the price tag, the more I get off.  Swiping that card makes my pussy juicy. And he understands all of this because the look in his eyes says it all. He’s hypnotized by me. He could never say no.

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