Category: financial domination

Sawyer 1844-332-2639 Ext 455

Being submissive isn’t always easy. You have to have the confidence, trust, and be so obsessed with me that if I say jump you ask me how high. So many men say that’s what they want. That’s the lifestyle they want to live, but when it comes down to it they don’t want to release full control. Being a

Submissive

isn’t just until you cum, its all day every day. 7 days a week. 365 days. If you agree to be my submissive I don’t want to hear excuses. If I tell you to get on your knees and suck on my strap on I expect it done. No “I don’t feel like it today” or “maybe tomorrow. If I speak you listen. I don’t want questions I want a yes ma’am.

 

I guess the point I’m trying to get across is this.. I don’t want a fake submissive and I don’t have times for games. I want you to be my little slut and listen to the rules. I’m your goddess and what I say goes. Being my submissive wont be easy but I promise it will be worth it. Now be my submissive. Get on your knees, eat my pussy, and say yes ma’am.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Marcus was a man whose net worth was etched into the nervous, hungry way he adjusted his cufflinks. He was waiting for me to validate him. He was waiting for me to tell him he was the powerful provider he desperately wanted to be.

Instead, I took a slow sip of my drink, while keeping my eyes locked on his. “You know, Marcus,” I said, “it’s pathetic how hard you’re trying. You think buying me this vintage bottle makes you a player, but it doesn’t. You’re just another beta, sweating under the lights, hoping a girl like me will finally give you a sense of purpose.”

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cashcow

(844-332-2639) ext 398

I’m feeling like a cowgirl. It’s time to milk a cashcow. And I mean it when I say milk. Draining a wallet is easy. It’s much more fulfilling to drain a man’s balls so thoroughly that he throws me his wallet and begs to stop cumming. The real question is which lucky Human ATM will get the honor of satisfying my dirtiest desires tonight.

Maybe it’s you. You’ve been staring at my pictures and listening to my horny voice taunting you to play. Your mind starts thinking about all the filthy things that sexy voice can say. Then your cock is twitching and you can feel your wallet burning a hole in your pocket. You can call it curiosity. Call it lust. Call it relaxation after a long day. Then call me.  Continue reading “Every Cashcow Needs a Proper Milking” →

xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

Life’s tough, right? You work all the time, leaving you no time for dating. It’s easy to see how much you miss having a woman in your life to listen to you. Just someone to support you and share stories about your day. Even if you don’t have time for one, you want a girlfriend.

I have a solution for you, but like most things that sound too good to be true, it comes with a few painful downfalls.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

The first meme I sent was a screenshot of a badly drawn superhero. “SIMP MAN” soaring over a city of unpaid bills, in a cape stitched with the word “beta.” “Enjoy your new alter ego, loser 🤡,” I typed. He messaged back instantly, “You’re so cruel.” My fingers hovered over the keypad, as I cackled. The more I called him the names he despised…“loser,” “beta,” “perv”…the faster his replies came in.

A notification pinged and I looked at my phone to find $150.00 transferred. Then another. And another. His account was draining like a faucet on full blast. The more I teased, the more he sent. “Thanks for the drink. Now, fuck off. There’s a hot guy over there…” was a risky one, but it sent him right over an edge, resulting in not only more cash in my pocket, but also a plea for me to stay. “Please, Amber…don’t go…”

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

When I first met Alex, I watched him scroll through my Instagram. He liked every photo, every story, and every caption that hinted at an unspoken command. And then, he sent me a message. “I want to serve you, Stella. I’ll do anything.”

I waited a few hours, then replied. “Send me the amount you can’t afford to lose.” He stared at his phone, with his thumb hovering above the keyboard. I could feel his hesitation. He finally hit send and the notification chimed in my email inbox. I glanced at the confirmation, smiling. It wasn’t about the money, it was about the surrender.

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findom

Cory 1-877-332-2639 ext 407

I’m a woman with a penchant for Prada and a talent for turning pitiful, low-status men into personal ATMs. My specialty? Convincing pathetic loser betas to drain their meager savings so I can buy another designer handbag or book a spontaneous trip to Bali. It’s not just about the money, though. It’s about power. The sweet, syrupy kind that comes when a man with a Netflix-and-chill résumé hands me his Black Card like it’s a sacred offering.

The process is almost artful. I spot them before the see me. Shiftless guys in ill-fitting suits, with confidence levels lower than the tips some of you leave at brunch. I approach with a smile that could thaw the Arctic and a voice that purrs like a V8 engine. Then I start complimenting their “untapped potential,” pretending to be “starving artist” or “aspiring entrepreneur” (code for “I need money but also validation”). By the third round of $25 drinks, they’re confessing their deepest insecurities while I nonchalantly swipe their credit card for a “gift” that costs $300. As far as I’m concerned, it’s an investment in my affections.

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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

Loser #114 called again. He was just as pathetic as all of the previous times. I can’t believe how he is so easily controlled and manipulated by a nineteen year old bratty teen tease. All I have to do is tell him what a fucking loser he is and he starts oinking and throwing money at me. I just giggle and say “$cha$ching” over and over again. And he just keeps oinking and throwing money. He really is a total fucking loser. I decided to see what all I could get him to pay me for. So I made him suck on a dildo and tell me what a fucking loser he is while he was gagging on it. That turned him on so much that he begged me to drain his wallet. So I did just that while I took the dildo and shoved it up his ass and fucked him with it. He oinked the whole time. So I took it out of his ass and made him lick it clean. That made the pathetic little loser’s dick hard. It was time to take it to the next level.

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findomme

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

My journey into findom began innocently enough. I was posting cryptic Instagram captions about “liquid assets” and “monetizing my worth,” when a guy slid into my DMs asking if I’d ever considered “roleplaying a trust fund beneficiary.” Little did he know, I was all about roleplaying!

The first time I hosted a findom session for a man I’ll call Kevin (not his real name, though honestly, I’m sure someone named Kevin will read this and think it is him), I wore a tie I’d bought for $12 at a thrift store and demanded he pay “pay the lady” up front, as is customary in this profession.

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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

He came into work. I saw him point to me. He wanted to sit in my section. I had never seen him before. But he was loud, blunt and to the point. He ordered a big mug of beer. Then he proceeded to tell me that he’s a paypig. The more he drank, the louder he got. They finally asked him to leave but he was oinking for me all the way out the door. I couldn’t stop thinking about him all night long. Finally when my shift was over, I headed out to my car. As I approached it, I heard him oinking at me. Then he came over to me on all fours. He literally started throwing money at me. And kept telling me how pathetic he is and what a loser he is. All I could do was giggle. He kept asking me how old I was. Every time I said nineteen, his boner started dripping and he started throwing more money at me. I had never seen anything like it. Then he started saying that he wants to suck and fuck cock. Every time a man would walk by, he would start panting and throwing money.

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