Category: FindomGoddess

pinged

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

The notification pinged, a shrill, digital cry slicing through the quiet hum of Mark’s cheap laptop. He knew what it was before he even glanced at the screen. A DM from me. Or, more accurately, the DM. He hesitated, his fingers hovering over the trackpad. It was Tuesday. Rinse day. The day his meager freelance earnings evaporated, funneled willingly into the digital abyss of my demands. He’d managed to tuck away a tiny bit extra this week, clinging to the hope of finally replacing his cracked phone screen. Now, that same phone mocked him from the corner of his desk, a constant reminder of his weakness.

Mark sighed, a sound like air leaking from a punctured tire. He knew the rules. He lived by them. Or, rather, he lived for them. The thrill of the chase, the delicious self-loathing as he emptied his digital wallet, the fleeting sense of purpose it gave him. It was pathetic, he knew. Utterly and completely pathetic. He clicked the DM.

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Kevin

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

We all have those people in our lives—the ones who orbit our world, never quite landing, always just…there. And then there’s this guy. Let’s call him Kevin. (No offense to any Kevins out there, but it feels like a fitting name for this particular brand of awkward admirer.)

Kevin calls me sometimes. Not for anything important, mind you. Not for scintillating conversation or a shared intellectual pursuit. No, Kevin calls to…well, to put it delicately, “appreciate” my voice while “engaging” with me. Okay, fine, he goons. Actually, he’s your typical loser who pays me to pay attention to him while he goons over my photos because he can’t have someone like me in real life. It’s pathetic. There, I said it.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

You’re so pathetic and weak, aren’t you? All you’re good for is throwing money my way while you stroke your pathetic little dick, jacking off to my pictures. You think you’re worth more than that, but you’re not. All I see when I look at you is a disposable ATM. A cashcow that exists to bankroll my lavish lifestyle.

When you send me money, it’s not out of generosity. It’s out of desperation. You’re so infatuated, so obsessed, so utterly enthralled by me that you’ll do anything to catch my attention. Even if that means opening your wallet and letting me drain it dry.

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Mercedes 1844-33-CANDY Ext. 423

You’ve always had a thing for feet, and have always wanted to feel what it’s like to be beneath them. You would pay whatever price, just to get a view. Lucky for you, I have an open schedule for you to drool over all the parts of my feet. This is the day you have been waiting for to give me wads of your cash just to worship my beautiful feet!

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Rhonda 844-332-2639 ext 446

Rise and shine, my little human ATMs. I know exactly what buttons to push to make you spit out as much money as I want, and I do it with an evil smile. Dirty, filthy, disgusting little ******** like you aren’t even worth of me stepping on you. But alas, I am generous. Tribute me well and I just might step on you. Might. It’s important a pathetic little bitch like you understands this. Just because you Tribute me, giving me all your hard-earned money, doesn’t guarantee you’ll get anything back. Continue reading “My Little Human ATMs” →

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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