I want you slowly stroking, warming yourself up. Stroke, stroke, stroke, and stop… because now comes the fun part. The sniffing. You’re going to huff for me while I you down from 10 and if you can hang in there for 10 counts, you’ll be stroking again in no time. Impress me. Ready?
Each round we go faster and harder as you sniff yourself into orgasm.
You love feet. Can’t get enough of my feet. And of course I love using my feet to my advantage and against your better judgement. But you get too excited over my feet. Which is exactly why I need to train your brain to focus on and be aroused by other things… such as my ass. Now I know you love my feet but just look at this ass! You’re an ass bitch for this stroke session and you’re an ass bitch until I mold you into whatever I want you to be into next. And just think, you could have had my feet this entire time but I mind fucked you so hard, I’ve turned your brain to such mush that you just do as I say. You have no choice other than to do as I say. Beg to learn to worship a goddess as she sees fit.
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.
You’ve just fucked yourself, didn’t you? And not in a good way. You admitted to me you’ve gone longer locked and without release. So I’m not going to give you one.
I am however going to allow you to take that cage off but only for a little breather.
How does it feel to be able to grow without that crippling pressure of those metal bars after so many days locked under my control? But it comes with a hefty humiliation price tag. What shall I have my little slut doing for me tonight to occupy your time and to entertain me? You’ll have to watch to find out.
So much tease and so much denial. It’s exactly what you need. And the best part is locking your frustrated throbbing dicklet back up for me at the very end.
