My Human ATM knows his greedy Findom Goddess plays in the big leagues. He knows when he calls for edging and pegging, he has to PAY. He is my walking wallet and begs me to take it all. Sharing is caring I always say, and it starts with tributing your Goddess. (It’s kind of like tipping your waitress only I cost hundreds and hundreds of dollars an hour.) The more greedy I am the harder he gets off.
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Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270
My husband took our son trick or treating and told me to stay home and hand out the candy. I didn’t mind really, staying home sounded like a much better idea than going door to door in a dark neighborhood with screaming monsters racing by in every direction. So after propping a giant bowl of candy by the front door with a small sign that said, “Please take one,” I changed into my comfy PJ’s and plopped down on the couch to watch scary movies.
It’d been a few hours since they left when someone pounded on the front door—kind of annoying since the candy was already set out. I turned up the volume and tried to ignore the banging, but it wouldn’t stop. So finally, in a huff, I answered the door. Three black gentlemen stood on the front steps looking rather pleased with themselves.
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I woke up super wet and horny today. Reaching over to my bedstand to get my vibrator. Thankfully I thought to plug it in last night so I don’t have to worry about it needing to be plugged in and have to wait. After unplugging it I try to turn it on. However, it won’t turn on. I plug it back in and the light shows green meaning it’s charged. I try to turn it on again plugged in and not plugged in but it just won’t turn on.
Well, that just ruined my morning. I get up to get ready for the day. After showering and getting dressed I gather my purse, keys, phone, and lists I leave for the stores. I got all my shopping done I go to the adult store to replace my vibrator. So many choices with different colors, sizes, shapes, and features. After standing there forever I finally picked one out excited to get home to use it.
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Slumped over the bartop, I was mourning the loss of my latest relationship into half a bottle of cold merlot. My makeup was smeared from wiping my tears, and my lipstick stained the rim of the glass I was draining. When you sat down beside me, I didn’t lookup.
No point. You’d probably end up hurting me like the rest of the male race. I started thinking I should stick to dating women when you reached out and touched my chin. Turning my face to make me look up at yours. “Being heartbroken won’t last.” You smiled, but it annoyed me.
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Francie xXx 1844-332-2369 xXx 208
Every time I undress, your eyes are glued to my ass. At first, I thought you just loved the round, fullness of my booty, but then I started to notice the way you’d touch my panties… not me. You always fingered the fabric first. So gentle with the lace, but you’d tug and stretch on the nylon.
I began to notice the way you’d moan when I wore silk. I should have caught on sooner. The way you’d pull my panties to the side instead of off should have been a big clue. Then there was that time you slid yourself between my panties and my pussy lips and came instantly. Why wear your boxer if you’re so obsessed with panties?
A gaggle of my friends and I were out to dinner the other night. Four ladies and two men, both of them new little boy toys I’ve been playing with. One comes from a very wealthy family and has little care for the cost of things. The other man, however, is incredibly hard-working and pinches every penny possible. When the meal was finished, I could see the poorer men shifting as if nervous about how the bill would be divided.
I turned to each of them with a secret smile. “Let’s play card roulette. You both place your credit cards in the center of the table, and whoever’s card the waiter picks up will take care of the bill!” The girls clapped happily, and my little rich boy leaned to the side, pulled his card from his pocket, and tossed it to the center of the table.
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Wallet fucking a weakling like you is so easy! My powerful Mistress greed mixed with my financial domination prowess make you even less of a man when I’m around. You’re so wimpy and such a beta for a dominant MILF like me. You are such an easy target. Hmmm, a spineless walking ATM who knows nothing more than this…you don’t deserve the money that you have. The good thing is, you seem to know exactly where to donate it. Donate to this Domme and feel true financial freedom.
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A girl should have the right to privacy. Contrary to what you dickwads think, we are human too. I had to teach this lesson to my pervy older cousin last night. His mom has been having some trouble and asked to stay with us till she got on her feet.
My mom’s a sucker for pathetic idiots, so she said yes. Josh is four years older than me and has always given me the creeps, but I put him in his place last night.
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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2639 X 357
There once was an old, ugly woman forced to live far out in the woods because of her looks. She was very lonely and ached for a baby, someone who would love her without conditions. However, she was so difficult to look at that no man would lay down with her.
She hurt so badly for a baby that she concocted a terrible plan. She went into town disguised as a beggar woman. She sat near the well in the center of town and waited. Men and women bustled about their day—some sneering when catching a glimpse of her ugly face.
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Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270
There is a boys camp across the river from my house. Not just any camp, it’s one of those places where bad boys are sent—a place where they try to change a trouble maker’s nature. The river is wide and deep, but I can observe all of their group activities from my balcony. Perfect hunting grounds for a Cougar.
My, do they keep you bad boys busy! Team building activities that make y’all sweat sure do increase my pulse rate! I can’t help but wear the smallest bikinis I own while lying on my lounge chair and enjoying the view. Yesterday, it seemed you couldn’t stop yourself from looking either.