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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.

My beta foot cucked pig is kneeling at my bare feet while I prepare to go out with my Alpha. I laugh at the fat pig for ever thinking he would be good enough to be with me. I mock my slave’s position at the foot of our bed, waiting to be spanked by the Bull.

You worship my feet while I describe how you will soon be worshipping OUR feet. You will watch me fuck the Bull and wait patiently for your reward- his cum you are ordered to suck off my feet. You’re only purpose is to pay for our pleasure, fluff his cock, and clean up his mess.

I am Satan herself.

Pledge your heart to me, bow down devotionally. Your satanic heart bleeds for me.

I proclaim this Temple of Flesh as the ruler to be.

Join me in hell.

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 can’t break the habit. You pick up a tablet or sit down at your computer desk and start twitching in your pants. You’re subconsciously becoming aroused. The habit is strong. You might not even notice what’s happening to you until you leak a little pre cum. You weren’t even thinking about watching porn but your body is so conditioned from the correlation between the screen and the stroking.

Because all your little quickies turn into hours lost scrolling through clips, looking for that perfect fantasy. Stop fighting the flow and give into it.