My chambers are not for the faint of heart.

Some of you may find that you need to work your way up to calling me. Graduate through the ranks a bit. There’s nothing to be ashamed of, but you should know the depths of my depravity far outstrip the extent of your pitiful imagination. If you decide to call me, I expect you to come fully prepared. You don’t show up to a call with me empty-handed. You have every tool I could possibly use on you neatly laid out on the table closest to your bed.

We may begin with some

pain or some pleasure, depending on how nervous you seem. It doesn’t matter, though, because in the end, the final destination is servitude. You will join my ranks. My hierarchy. It’s not that you won’t have a choice but by the time I’m done with you, you won’t want anything else.

This is simply the beginning of our journey together, however. Because you will quickly find you’ve only graduated into an entirely new sex game. You will become one of my many, many submissives. And you exist on a tier system. You’ll have to learn the system yourself if you wish to thrive. Maybe you can make a friend with one of the sissies or paypiggies, and they can show you the ropes. That’s none of my concerns.

I will absolutely drag you to your lowest point.

Enclose you within my world. Cut you off from everything but your income source. You will be competing with my best sissies and my highest-earning paypiggies. Do you think you have what it takes to compete? If you can, you’ll find yourself getting more attention from me. And just ask around. There are such lovely benefits to riding through my ranks. The lucky few even get to fuck me now and then.

Are you brave enough to call me?