Q: What kind of dom am I ?
A: First and foremost a financial one. Your money is all that really matters to me and I think WE both know I wouldn't be giving you the time of day if you didn't have any. Driving one into complete financial ruin is just about the most degrading thing a dom can do to a pin-dicked prick. Time is Money. Money makes the world go round. & Money is power. What happens when you have NONE?
You have no idea what’s about to happen to you. You trawl the internet for a pathetic quick fix. You might even spend $20 on getting off. But as soon as you do, you’re back to square one. Never satisfied. Always hungry.
If, and it’s a big if, I decide to take you on as a slave in my stable, you will wear my collar and feel my power. You will tremble as I approach. I don’t just dominate, I own you, control you, humiliate, manipulate and captivate you. You will beg me for financial domination. Men like you have to pay to look at the feet of women like me. You feel yourself panic as I approach. have you paid enough? Have you completed your chores to my satisfaction? How can a Goddess like me ever respect a sissy loser pathetic worm like you? The answer is I don’t and never will. I laugh at you. But I love how easily i captivate you and how worshipful you are. You kiss and lick my shoes, taking my 6” heel deep inside your pitiful mouth, just before I slap you hard across each cheek.
My heels ring across the floor as I inspect my line of naked kneeling slaves - your pathetic faces pressed to the floor. You will glimpse my beautiful feet in the shoes you paid for back when you were still relatively free. You will be captivated by my beauty and elegance. You want me to stop and ask you to look at me so you can drink in my beauty. But you fear being singled out incase it is because you have failed me. You never want to be dismissed, to be cast out, to be abandoned. Better to be my ridiculed sissy slut than that.
Your little cock twitches helplessly in its metal chastity cage. You pray you don’t drool pre-cum out of the metal tube in front of me. You can’t even imagine the punishment for that. You wonder where I keep the key to your sex. You know that one lucky boy will get to spend a day out of his every week. This week it may be you. If you’ve worked hard enough and earned it. You know I manipulate you all against each other, making you work harder and harder to pay me more and more money until you are broken and forever under my heel. You know you look ridiculous in your pink panties, a size too small so everything bulges and the silk thong cuts up high between your ass cheeks. You hate when you fail me and are dressed in front of the others as a girl. The humiliation is almost too much to bear. You pray this week you earned me more than any of the other slaves.
Serving me is hard, very hard. But the alternative is worse. Fail me and Goddess simply ignores you. Forever. So you do whatever it takes to please me. Put simply, i was born on January 11th to rule over men like you. My beauty, intelligence, strength and perfection are the very embodiment of perfection. I am why Female Supremacy is the future. You men are nothing to me but toys, playthings placed beneath me for my amusement. At best you may be my pet. You are workers born to make my life one of luxury and comfort while you toil in the hot sun for me.
I am not here for you to train me to be "your Domme".
If you have a "my Domme must do list", stop here.
Address Me As: Boss, Bossy, or ALLAH
My Fetishes: Control. Italian SHOES! Fine Fur. Sinful Smoking. Glam Gloves.
Nails. Italian Leather. Power. BBC. Chastity. Financial Domination. Humiliation. BallBusting.
Favorite Colors: White/off White. Navy. Red. Pink
Height: Barefoot 5'10'' - Heels 6ft
Bra Size: 36/34 A
Panty Size: Large
Drinks Of Choice: Cosmo Martini - Bellini - Mimosa
