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Rhonda 844-332-2639 ext 446

I learned The Power of Being a Woman long before adulthood. Teachers, friends’ fathers, my Dad’s friends, hell, even my Dad just could not say no to me. Look at me. Do you think you can say no to me? I didn’t think so. With a seductive glance, I make men tremble. With a smile, I could get them to do what I wanted.

But I’m not interested in most men. I like losers. Losers know they are beneath me. They are worms before me. Toys for me to play with. The thing about losers is they know they don’t deserve my time and attention. They want to please me and spoil me. They never say no to what I ask for, whether it be to buy me a new Hermes handbag or to eat me out for hours on end. Continue reading “The Power of Being a Woman” →

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Paypig

Laylene had always had a thing for controlling others, and stupid little weak paypigs were her favorite target. She enjoyed nothing more than seeing them do her bidding, and she made sure to take advantage of them. With a piercing gaze and a sultry voice, she would give them orders and watch in delight as they complied.

She found them easy to manipulate, and she loved it when they’d goon for her. Making them goon for as long as she wanted. After all, she’d picked them out with a discerning eye. They were weak and powerless, making them easy to drain of cash as they did whatever Laylene commanded.

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Wicked Rhianna 844-332-2639 ext. 253

Jeff was sitting alone at the bar, his expression a mixture of angst and fear. His hair was disheveled and it looked like he hadn’t shaved in a few days. “A seltzer with a slice of fresh lemon” I said to the bartender taking a seat next to my pigeon. Jeff looked over at me not saying a word. “Not in the mood to talk huh Jeff?”

My drink came and I said to the bartender, “Thanks lover, put it on Silent Sam’s tab over here okay?” I took a sip, it was cold and crisp. “The pause that refreshes right Jeff? What are you having, something nice and feminine like a Strawberry Daiquiri?” He didn’t seem amused.
“You can’t get away with this,” Jeff said. “This is like a damn shake down!” Letting a little laugh slip out, I said, “Actually Jeff, that’s exactly what it is. And I can and will get what I want. You see I always get what I want.” I took another sip of my drink. “Face it girlfriend, I own you.”

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