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.
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We cross paths at a Halloween party. You’re dressed in silky slutty pink lingerie with a full face of makeup and I’m dressed as a dominatrix. We’re instantly drawn to each other. I suggest I grab us some drinks and meet up in an empty room.
You slowly start nodding off. I’ve put you under a trance. I instruct you to kiss and suck my foot as I compare it to something thick and hard… like a cock. I confess to you my obsession: turning alpha men into cock suckers. I pull out a cunt plug and instruct you to ride it as I describe your new fantasy to you. You won’t remember the details but you will be instinctively drawn to cock and my pantyhose. You take a self facial and leave it there and I snap my fingers, thank you for catching up, and we rejoin the party.
The sting of the wallet. A little here and a little there and it all adds up. But it’s only enough to get you worked up, not enough to put you over the edge.
This sting will put you over the edge.
I’m that luxury. I am the finer things in life.
You want to be ruined. Destroyed. I demand tribute and you comply. So pig, you’re fucked.
Pure, unconditional worship.
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.
