If you are looking for a bubbly,

valley girl or teeny-bopper, who you can manipulate into being your fuck doll, my profile isn’t the place for you. Nor will I be changing wet nappies or pacifying pathetic losers. I warned you once that I was the girl from the wrong side of the tracks, the girl your mother warned you not to get close to. But that’s no longer the truth. I’m not a girl anymore, and I don’t give a FUCK what your mom said.

I’m a woman, and I know what I want.

I want to watch you suffer until I grant your pleasure. I wish for you to sacrifice yourself to me. Become the ultimate act of submission and give your life over to me completely. Don’t you wish to be my pet? The toy I play with so hard that it breaks? Wouldn’t you give anything just to be completely owned?

Maybe you don’t want to cry blissfultears of struggle through your cock, that’s okay. I’m just as greedy to make your wallet hurt. If you can’t please me sexually, most men can’t, then I hope you’re prepared to watch me wreck your finances. That, indeed, pleases me.

It’s not that I’m cruel or unfeeling;

in fact, I have a lot of feelings. Most of them are rooted in frustration, and as a woman of the world, I’ve realized men are simple vessels for releasing that frustration. Come get tied up in my basement until your friends and family forget about you.

I’ll allow you to list out your fantasies and your limits. It’s important to have boundaries. Just know I will push you, and plan to break them. This is no limits, no taboo, phone sex; why play it safe when we can have real filthy fucking fun?
You can wander into my den of sin willingly, or I can come find you. How you arrive makes no difference to me. All I care about is that you let me do, whatever the fuck, I want. Say, “Yes, Mistress Francie.”