Hey big spender, the house just informed me of your big win and sent me up here with a bottle of bubbly to celebrate! I can see you haven’t wasted any time enjoying your winnings. Why don’t you let me take a photo of you rolling around on your chips, it might turn out better than a selfie. And let me guess, you plan to share your winnings by visiting a strip club? Well, why don’t I take care of all of that for you. I’ll give you a little lap dance and take some snapshots of you in all your glory. Go on, finish up your drink for me and then I’ll putitty the chips in a safe place.
You aren’t looking so hot. In fact you aren’t looking good at all… why don’t you letitty me take those clips and puttity them where they are safe while you take a little rest.
I snap and you come running. I snap my pretty little fingers and my bitch is at my beck and call. You exist to serve me. That’s why you are in my presence. I snap and you ask your mistress what she requires of him. If I want to be entertained, you are my jester. If I need an errand, you are my errand boy. But do you know what my most favorite command is? It’s a nice, hard, fast fuck.
It’s not something you’re used to… fucking hard and fast, huh? But if that’s the fucking I want, that’s the fuck you get. I snap and you do as commanded. You open that wallet for me. You’re a good boy. The answer is always “yes Mistress.” The answer is you always obeying me.
Hard and fast. I really want you to feel something. The kind of fuck that when it’s over you can’t believe you got so lost in me.
My good boy opens his wallet and he gives mistress what she most desires. He suffers for her pleasure, for her satisfaction. Open your wallet and get ready to tribute… FAST AND HARD.
Just now stumbling upon financial domination? And find yourself questioning why the thought of financially submitting to a woman sounds so hot?
do men work work so hard? Does that number in your bank account make you proud? No, you don’t earn money to hoard it. You work to be able to buy the attention and approval of women.
Tell me how badly you need my attention. Admit how interested you are in dabbling into my money fetish. I’m not requiring you to drop it all on me… quite yet. But what I am requiring from you is to make a little tribute to me. Go on. Feel that rush it creates. Fall down my rabbit hole.
Tell me how much fun you had last night. It was so hot. The harder I drained you the easier it was. Tribute after tribute. I snapped effortlessly and you jumped.
But I want more. I always want more. And it’s you responsibility to give it to me.