Do you have a thing to confess your sneaky sins? That I can turn around and use it to blackmail you? Does your wife or girlfriend know you get hard giving me your hard earned money while I force you to the end of intox? There is more for the extremely financially weak, and popper addicts. Ignore Line as you plead with me to raise the rate or you just sit there and listen. Lets raise the rate stroking game if you dare to play. I dare you to play forced intoxication stroking games with me I will have you doing all kinds of embarrassing shit lol call if you dare!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mistress Hannah

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I know your appetites know no limits. I relish and nourish my spirit by feeding from yours. Not only will I deplete your life’s savings and work, but I will also take away what makes you a man.

Over time, you will become unrecognizable to others. A former shadow of yourself. When you look in the mirror, you will no longer be sure of your future.

As I gaze into my crystal ball, I only know one thing. You are going to give it all away. Your money, your time, your will, your manhood, everything you have ever accomplished will slowly start to be erased. Welcome to your future.

Now be my cash cow and call your princess its Friday and your pay day:)

Maddy your Teen Cash Princess

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I enjoy letting good bois worship My body from head to toe. I enjoy Financial Domination because of the high I get when I take your money. I truly feel so hot and powerful, I love it! I love to make a boi like you grovel at My perfect feet and beg to submit your wallet. Cash comes first but you will want to spoil Me to the fullest extent. You will sacrifice for Me. The only way that you can be happy is by submitting to a beautiful demanding Princess like Myself. Crawl to My beautiful size 6 and a half feet and beg to submit…. I’m waiting for you, good boi. I will make you but sessions with me just to cum and to sessions with me just talk to me for 10 losing minutes you buy for me.

Princess Maddy

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Its payment day and you have to pay the princess! Why? Because she says so! So hand over all your money stupid faggot and get ready to become a heel sucking little bitch. Open up your mouth and eat up her ashes and swallow her spit. You are disgusting!

Mistress Hannah

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My message to you is plain and easily understood for I share a desire with you to financially dominate and sexually control you. This is all very simple. I am here because I see an opportunity. An opportunity that will add to my bank account while depleting yours. Pretty simple, right? LOL!

So, are you ready for me to come into your dreams and lead you beyond what you ever thought possible? Are you ready to be taken to the edge of eternal bliss? To be teased, tempted and manipulated by my genuine charm? Don’t wait any longer… serving me is a privilege that you will not be able to resist.

I am a perfect Asian Princess that you simply cannot look away from even if you wanted to. Do you already see the unmistakable invitation that I’m giving you to spend time with me exploring the far limits of financial servitude and erotic pleasure that only I can give you? Sure you do. You won’t be the first nor the last man that make me their first priority!!!!

Akina

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Some men dream of spoiling a pretty young woman.  For many, it becomes an obsession.  They have fantasies of an affair, one that will help them relief some stress and spice up their otherwise boring life.  I feel your pain!  The wife nags you and then denies you sex because you refuse to increase her credit limit.  Little does she know that you are taking care of your own cards. You need lots of money so you can afford that beauty that you have been checking out in the parking lot?  Be careful what you ask for.

I’m that sexy girl that makes you wet your pants every time my convertible is parked next to your car!  You are working up the courage to introduce yourself.  LOL, little do you know that I’m a bitch who loves to use, tease and humiliate men.  When we finally meet, I tell you the story of a small town girl.  Your wolf’s teeth are so sharp.

What you don’t know is that I have been checking you out too.  Actually, before you even saw me for the first time, I already knew your stats (giggles). Poor thing, you will be that man who will spoil and cherish me.

I know you’ve been watching me. I guess it doesn’t hurt that I’m sitting in the car, pretending to be on the phone. LOL I thought it was pretty funny when you pulled next to me. As you get ready to get out, I open the door and spread my legs wide open. You seemed really flustered, and I know exactly what you are thinking, you sissy man. Luckily for me, I also know exactly what to do to take advantage of your perverted thoughts.  Call me to find out how our first encounter goes…

If you want me to get dressed up in black leather with buckles and chains, and then beat you up with whips and paddles, you’re out of luck!

However, if you’re sick of all that (or never liked it in the first place) and just want a pretty, perfect young woman to manipulate you into giving her presents and cash, then you’ve come to the right place.

My attitude ranges from super sweet to ultra bitchy to downright nasty, depending on my mood. One moment we might be talking about normal things – my day at school, your day at work – and then the next minute I’ll be taunting you about how you could never have a girl like me for a girlfriend and how you have to pay me just to talk to you. I keep my regular rates low so that you can call me and see if you like me, but don’t be fooled by that. I can turn up the heat pretty quickly once I realize you are addicted to me.

I’d really appreciate it if you leave me a 5 star rating when I’m done taking your money!

Latina Babe Dulce

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Framed in the doorway, silhouetted by the light behind Her, stood Mistress Debbie. She entered, closed the door behind Her and turned towards me. I could see Her better now. She was wearing a little black dress that showed off Her splendid figure. Her legs were encased in thigh-length boots atop the most lethal-looking heels I had ever in my life seen. The leather clung tightly to Her legs, more than hinting at a fine, athletic musculature beneath. She began to walk slowly towards me and raised Her right hand: in it was a brown folder. As She came closer I could see my name inscribed on the cover.

“Your file,” She said, “naturally I have been making inquiries of my own.”

She opened the folder and started leafing through the contents; pacing from left to right in front of me; the percussive beat of Her sharp heels on the floor echoing around the room. Then, in front of me, She spun around with a dancer’s grace on Her toe and looked down upon me.

“Hmm….you obviously made no impression on your first two Mistresses as neither can remember anything whatsoever about you. Your previous Mistress has, however, made the following observation, and I quote: ‘The subject, Steven, is remarkably unremarkable; notable only for his all too literal interpretation of the phrase. Keep your hands to yourself. He has, in short, an uncontrollable compulsion to masturbate as often as possible. After every audience with me, he has pleasured himself before being given My expressed permission. While his confession to his refractory behavior was commendable, it nevertheless demonstrates that this slave still has a great deal to learn about the difference between transient sexual pleasure and the true happiness that comes from being in the service of a real Lady. You are more than welcome to take him, Mistress Debbie, though I recommend a salutary application of the cane to his bare backside. Please be sure to leave some marks’.”

With that, Mistress Debbie closed the file and looked down at me. There was a slight pause… “Well?” She said.

“I…I can’t help it, Mistress. Really I can’t” I whimpered, “It’s like an addiction and the only sexual outlet I have. I..I..”

“This does not sound to My ears like a valid excuse, slave,” She snapped back at me, placing Her hands on Her hips. “you ought to know full well by now that the thing residing between your legs”, at which point She placed the toe of Her right boot onto my cock causing a rush of arousal, “is the property of your Mistress. As such, the decision as of when and how to use it is your Mistress’s decision and Hers alone!”.

She released the file from Her clenched fist and let it drop to the floor, the papers scattered. Needing no command, I frantically collected the pages together, inserted them into the file and handed them back to Her.

“Can’t you count, you stupid man? The order’s all wrong!!” At this She let the file fall to the floor again and once more I fumbled to pick up the papers, taking care this time to place them back in the file correctly.

“Place it on the shelf over there”, She said, nodding towards the one by the door. Crawling towards it, I heard Her footsteps recede as She walked towards the far corner of the chamber. Returning to my position in the middle of the floor I could see that She was surveying Her array of whips, canes and riding crops. “A salutary application of the cane….” She said, echoing the words of his previous Mistress. “Spoiled for choice aren’t I, slave?” She asked, playfully. “Eenie, Meenie, Minie, Mo! Ahhh My favorite!” She exclaimed, selecting the terrible riding crop I’d seen on Her holding and using on Her Website.

She spun round to face me and I’ll swear I could see a fire-like glow in Her eyes. “To avoid injury, it is always advisable to limber up before whipping a slave,” She said: as though quoting from a training manual. She swung Her elbows in arcs about Her shoulders and Paul could discern the impressive definition of Her pectoral and deltoid muscles. She obviously worked out with heavy weights a lot! Mistress Debbie’s muscles were bulging, and Now She was walking towards me. “This is going to hurt Me more than it will hurt you, slave”, She added with both a sigh and slightly mischievous grin; though I doubted this was true.

“Pick a number between one and five, slave” She asked playfully. Up to five, I thought. Thank God She’s a lenient One. Five I could just about take and it would surely impress Her if I chose the upper limit.

“Five” I replied eagerly.

“Five squared makes?”

Oh God no, I thought. She can’t be serious
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“Come on! Five squared makes?”

“T..T..Twenty-five, Mistress”

“Good. Twenty-five lashes it is then. Now position yourself this way”, She said, indicating that I should crouch at right-angles to Her, with my bottom facing to Her right. I started to plead. “No Mistress. Not that many. I can’t stand it. Not even my previous Mistress used to whip me so much. I’m a good slave in other respects aren’t I?”

“It is useless for you to be complaining, slave,” She replied. “This is no more than you deserve. The assessment by your previous Mistress equals My own recent experience of you. There is clearly a pattern of behavior that needs to be addressed. I am going to administer such a thrashing as will really teach you not to play with yourself. You won’t dare appear before Me again after having disobeyed My commands.”

“Never!” I cried. “You can’t control me that much. I’ll….I’ll just find another Mistress!”

Throwing Her head back She gave a contemptuous laugh, “Ha! No you won’t.

I know that I have a hold over you as no Mistress previously has. You will need to see a Mistress again be it in one month, two or even six. And that Mistress will be Me. Already you have admitted that I have entered your dreams; unlike the other Mistresses before Me. I have even assumed the reins of your subconscious. You cannot and will not escape Me.

You are truly My possession, slave.” In my hopelessness I started to sob. She was right, of course. From the moment I had first encountered Her I had been drawn to Her like a moth to the flame. She was my everything and I would gladly take my well-deserved thrashing…

Mistress Debbie

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I get lots of sissy slut bitches that want me to control them and make them worship me and obey me.  They even allow me to humiliate them through my blogs with pictures and blogs they submit to me to show how much of a loser they really are.  Here is one that comes from my bitch called “Hannah’s Bitch“:

I was driving downtown to get some shopping for some heels and lingerie.  I just got paid and with my Christmas bonus I was ecstatic and couldn’t wait for my hard earnings to burn a hole in my wallet, well actually my slave’s wallets **evil laugh**.

It was mid evening when I headed down the shopping mall when what do I see standing in the street corner but a Black Hoe.  Now what is a Black slut doing standing in the corner all dressing like a fucking slut down here in the deep south of Texas.  Is she asking for a death warrant.  So I thought I better pull off and pick up that Big Black slut and take her home with me.  At first she hesitated and gave me an attitude but I told her that’s fine Bitch stand there and let these rednecks here get you and then you will wish to god you had jumped in my car.  That is when she changed her attitude and hopped in my car.  While she was sitting in my car I was looking her up and down and said “Girl if you are going to try and act and dress like a slut then you need to do better then that.  You are lucky I am going shopping so you will need to get better lingerie then that shit you have on”.  ”Yes Ma’am”.  ”Yes Ma’am???” I raised my voice “More like Yes Mistress”.  She just looked at me strange.  ”If you want to go home tonight you will start referring to me as Mistress not Ma’am, GOT IT!”  ”Yes Mistress”, she said.  ”So my little black slut.  You got a name”. “Yes Ma’am, oh I mean Yes Mistress”, she quivered.  ”Well spit it out Slut, What’s your whore name”.  She answered, “Chantel, Mistress” while her head was down in shame.  ”Well then Chantel for now on I don’t want you standing in those street corners.  You will for now on be My black slut and will do what I tell you and will obey every order and no matter if I call you degrading names you will respect me Bitch, GOT IT!” “Yes Mistress”, she responded.

As we headed to the lingerie/sex shop I told her that “we are going to shop for more slutty outfits for you then that shit you got on now and I want you to pick out the longest and thickest paddle as well a long thick strap on cause that will be your new best friend that I will use on your Slutty Black Ass”  You should see how much my new Black Slut obeyed and went shopping for the items I asked her to get.  I think she was a good bargain.

Mistress Valerie & Slut Chantel

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