Category: financial control

gooner

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

Across the digital ether, I was spending my day with a loser. We all know the type. He wasn’t anything special or out of the ordinary, just your average gooner who’d found my corner of the internet. He paid me for my time, of course. What he bought, primarily, was attention. Curated, commodified attention. Sometimes a few pics—nothing too wild, just enough to keep the illusion alive. But what he really wanted, what he truly craved above all else, were those trigger words.

You know the ones I mean. Those exact phrases, spoken or typed, that would unravel some tightly wound spring inside him. Words that would trigger him to stroke and edge himself stupid, lost in his own private loop of self-abasement and gratification. I, the puppeteer, tugging on invisible strings with carefully chosen syllables. He, the puppet, dancing to a rhythm only he could hear.

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paypig

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

The neon glow of the laptop screen reflected in Mark’s tired eyes. Another Friday night, another weekly ritual. A bead of sweat trickled down his temple as he navigated to my profile. Just the sight of it sent a shiver of anticipation, laced with a familiar dread, down his spine. He was a paypig, and me, a Goddess. It was a dynamic we’d established months ago, a strange, consensual game of power and submission. He knew the rules, the boundaries, and the consequences of breaking them – or rather, failing to meet them.

His fingers hovered over the keyboard, a battle raging within him. He knew what I expected. The usual “wallet rinsing,” as I playfully called it. A significant chunk of his paycheck, willingly surrendered to my coffers. He tried to resist, truly. He’d set up budgeting apps, tried to distract himself with hobbies, even considered deleting his social media accounts. But the pull was too strong. It was the anticipation, the thrill of the transgression, the feeling of belonging, however twisted, that kept him coming back.

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hotel

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I saunter into your Vegas hotel room, my hips swaying hypnotically as I approach you, the high roller of the night. I’m here with my friend, and together, we have a plan to entice you into giving us your winnings. But first, we want to give you a show you’ll never forget. I turn to my friend, giving her a wink as I begin to slip out of my dress. It pools at my feet, leaving me standing there in nothing but a pair of lacy panties and a seductive smile. My friend follows suit, and soon we’re both standing before you in nothing but our undergarments.

I can see the surprise and desire in your eyes as you take us in. I step closer, my hand reaching out to trace a finger along your chest. “Like what you see?” I ask, my voice low and sultry. You nod, unable to speak as you take in the sight of us. My friend and I exchange a wicked grin, knowing that we have you right where we want you. I move closer, my lips brushing against your ear as I whisper, “Why don’t you sit back and enjoy the show?”

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guy

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Okay, so I need to vent. There’s this guy, right? He calls me sometimes, and honestly, the whole situation is just pathetic. He’s basically this total loser who gets off on talking to me. I know, I know, it sounds conceited, but hear me out. He’ll call, and he’ll start with the usual garbage. How he can’t stop thinking about me, how my voice drives him crazy, the whole nine yards. He lays it on thick, saying things like he wants to “jump through the phone” and, well, you get the picture. It’s pretty gross, honestly.

The thing is, we both know it’s never going to happen. Not in a million years. And not just because we live miles apart. See, he knows he’d never get a girl like me in real life. I’m not trying to brag, but let’s be real. I’ve got my life together, I know what I want, and I’m not exactly hurting for attention. He’s not the guy for me. I’m not even remotely attracted to him.

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Kaykay's Wallet Fitness

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

All good daddies have worked hard to build their portfolios and bank accounts, stacking paper and fattening up their wallets as their success grows. That IS what makes them a Sugar Daddy, after all. No one wants a fake-ass Splenda Daddy who can’t provide because his money isn’t right. No, my wallet fitness program is for older men with bottomless credit limits and deep, deep pockets.

It’s at this pinnacle in a man’s career when Kaykay’s wallet fitness is a must! Success can quickly go to a man’s head, and if his fat wallet isn’t trimmed now and then by his greedy sugar baby, he might forget how important it is for him to keep working and bringing home that bacon!

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tease

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“Amber, you’re such a cock tease,” you groan, leaning back in your chair. “I swear, you love driving me wild.” “Would that be so bad?” I purr, grinning as I cross my legs. I’m wearing a short skirt and a tight top that shows off my cleavage, and I know you can’t take your eyes off me. “Maybe I love making you beg for it.”

You love it when I tease you, when I make you work for it. It’s all part of our little game. “And you love it,” I say, standing up and walking over to you. I lean down, my breath hot on your ear. “You love how I make you feel, how I make you want me so badly you can’t think straight.”

I cross my legs again, my skirt riding up to show even more of my thighs. You swallow hard, your eyes locked on mine. I straddle your lap, my skirt riding up to show my bare pussy. “Let’s begin.” I lean down, my breath hot on your ear. “I want you to send tribute to my account right now,” I whisper. “And then, we’ll see where things go from there.” You

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I am your addiction. You are a weak, beta male with money to give and love giving Me all your money… I love taking it from you. It’s a fun, twisted game we play, and you can’t help yourself. You are absolutely hooked. Today’s “game”, I will be instructing you on every move you make, every sensation you are allowed to feel. So, come into My domain, and be prepared for another day of being My slave.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

There’s something irresistible about sharing your deepest secrets with someone who truly listens. Imagine whispering your hidden thoughts into my ear, feeling the weight of your secrets lift as I take them in with gentle understanding. There’s no judgment here—only a quiet acceptance, a space where your vulnerabilities are cherished.

You’ll feel the magnetic pull as you start to open up, while I effortlessly tune into every nuance of your voice, every subtle shift in your tone. Each secret you surrender deepens the connection between us, weaving an unspoken bond, something only we share.

There’s a seduction in this exchange—a slow unraveling of your innermost thoughts. You reveal yourself layer by layer, and with each revelation, I’m right there, encouraging you to go deeper. Letting you be raw, exposed, yet entirely safe. In conclusion, the thrill comes in knowing that I will never betray that trust, never misuse the delicate pieces of you that you choose to share.

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Phonesex Princess- Fucking Pay Me

Belle 1844-332-2639 X 444

You found me. The pretty, young, wet dream you’ve been searching for. Your Phonesex Princess is just a call away, so fucking pay me. You know how this works; you’ve been addicted to phonesex sluts for longer than you’re willing to admit. First, you stalk my profile and my blogs. Jerking your pathetic dick to the fantasy of hearing my voice and obeying my every command.

Grow a fucking pair and stop stalling. I’ll make you cum better than you can imagine on your own, so pick up the phone and be useful.

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Costly Confessions

xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

Terrible, sometimes dark things can plague a man’s mind. If he has no place to purge them, those thoughts will poison him. The worse those thoughts are, the faster they build up inside of him. If you are one of those depraved men, you know how heavy that weight is.

I’m happy to be their place of rest for a cost. I’m the ear that soaks up the nasty, naughty thoughts floating in your head. Give them to me and be pure once again. Whisper them to me in desperate confessions.

However, such a luxury isn’t free.

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