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No leather or latex. No whips, no chains. I don’t need any of that. I know my natural power over men. And I know how hot it is seeing me relaxed in pajamas, a true intimate state. So cute and innocent. Ready to fuck you over.

Kiss my ass, bend over backwards for me. It’s the little things I expect from you. Morning coffee and fresh flowers, grocery runs and being at my beck and call. Please me. You got this.

Do you understand now what it means when I say you’re fucked?

Do you realize it only took a couple of days for you to spend over one thousand dollars on me and I haven’t even done anything. You start thinking about me and you’ve learnt quick that when I bring you pleasure, when your cock starts to grow- it’s as if I am there snapping my fingers demanding a tribute. But I’m not there snapping my fingers. I’ve just got you conditioned so well. And you’ve also figured out that if there is no spending then there is no stroking and definitely no squirting.

You’re my friend and you can’t stop ogling me. And I know you wouldn’t be able to even touch me without blowing it in your pants. But I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt through a little bet. IF you can last ONE minute while I tease you without losing it in your pants, I will fuck you. BUT if you blow it, it’s the friend zone FOREVER.

Purple “Pay Me” Perfection

There’s only one thing that I love more than watching you hand me your hard earned money.
It’s knowing that you are going absolutely broke for me. Whether it be $100, $1000, or one million dollars – it’s the satisfaction of knowing you gave it all up and handed it all over to me.
You’re sealing your fate with a tribute.
I want it all and I want it now.

Loser Psychology

loser psychology

Stop fighting it. You are what you are and it is what it is. And I get you. I understand your fetish, the psychology behind what actually makes your cock hard. And of course, I’m going to exploit it.
You’re conditioned to feel your cock twitch at my middle finger. I throw up the L-oser sign and you start to grow. You love tits, ass, pussy, and feet but you know your loser place and it’s jerking off to my bratty bitchy attitude and my humiliating tease. You can’t enjoy your jerk without being completely emasculated and dehumanized. Purely pathetic.