It is now the time to relinquish the burden of your life. So far you have had a miserable time trying “to run” and “manage” your existence. You may have thought it’s been fine, and that you’ve done a good job, but that’s simply because you haven’t experienced true bliss at the hands of a beautiful domme. It’s time to give that up and give your life to Goddess and Her divine plans. Whatever you have planed out ahead of you is utterly pointless compared to total divinity.
So here’s what you do… give Me everything! That’s right sweetie, sign everything over to Me. No longer will you e burden with the crushing responsibility of life. I will make every financial decision that you used to you make poorly, for you. Since the idea of you handling money is ridiculous. you would barter away anything of value you own for magical beans. No longer will you be burdened with a bank account! It’s mine now, and when you get paid it goes into My bank account, and when you need money for rent you will beg at My feet and feel blessed when Goddess grants you these privileges.
Earn rewards by suffering for Goddess. Take something you love and cherish, something that is 100% not replaceable… Take it and look at it good and hard, in full consciousness for Goddess…. now mail it to HER with a handwritten letter and thank Her for holding what is most dear to you.
Just who do you think you are fooling trying to hoard your paycheck, and not sacrificing everything for Goddess. It’s so sad that you actually think you can handle money? It would feel so much better spoiling GODDESS with the money in HER hands.
So why in the world do you even pretend that you want this money? That it will bring you happiness. Financial Domination is the path to happiness
Coming back to My hometown for a visit always feels somewhat like I’m at the State Fair. When the little piggies get word that I’ll be coming, they just go fucking crazy for the chance to get all scrubbed up and curl their tails and show off their best tricks for Me. LOL! I mean, you’d think … I know it seems inredibly tiny to Me after a city with 4 million people, and My travels through the US and Europe, but still. This place is big enough, with a couple hundred thousand people you’d really think there would have to be at least a few different ways for the boys to amuse themselves. Maybe even a hot sexy humiliatrix or two? Although it’s true, My talents for torturing and humiliating males is simply unparalleled. I can’t even count the number of boys who have realized they were submissive through their attraction to Me… or figured out they have a foot fetish… or say turned into a diaper wearing sissy cuckold loser FREAK! Or developed an uncontrollable addiction to dominant lesbian humiliation- wait, isn’t that every guy?
Speaking of dominant lesbian humiliation My Member’s area is now open on C4SLive, think about it as a little tribute to Me. Dish out $100 and get to see Me, Kat’s A$$, and a few friends of mine like Morgana (who I’ll introduce to you later). The videos that I have to cum? Masturbatory control! While I’m licking Kat’s juicy ass? Forget About it!!! Ha…
But I digress, I guess this is really no different than the way things were in Chicago. The piggies here are just all the more desperate to see Me in the short time I’m, uh, available? LOL you wish loser. Let’s get one thing straight right now – you all would STILL have zero chance with this most Supreme Goddess and Humiliatrix even if you lived in My backyard!
I’m starting to think the ONE and ONLY benefit of being an incredibly pathetic fucking LOSER is that you will never know just how incredibly exhausting it is owning so much stuff! I mean, it is really impossible to wrap one’s head around just how MUCH stuff I have managed to fit into this amazing little apartment of mine! And yes, lol My apartment is on the small side, as you may know… size just isn’t My main criteria. For an apartment that is, OMFG – you and your teeny clitty are STILL shit out of luck, fuckface, so don’t even.
You would think packing up all My countless belongings is a job for slaves, and obviously the heavy lifting *will* be handled by brainless peons, but of course My possessions are too precious to be pawed over by perverts. I do wish My favorite kitty Kat was here to bend over b- uhhh, I mean help Me packing up boxes?? *POUT*
But even though it is terrible time consuming, I do like packing in a way, since virtually all of My many possessions bring up such hilarious memories for Me… memories of past humiliations I put you losers through, like all those pints of delicious warm piggy piss you faggots have been priviliged to drink so you could fill up My lingerie drawers with tiny slips of silk and lace you could never hope to touch… not to mention literally counltess Amazon certificates – I mean, I always tell Myself I’ll get around to adding up just how much piggie money I spend, one of these days just for fun, but *somehow* I’m always just too busy to care. That’s for you to deal with on your credit card bill isn’t it fuckface? Haha that’s right.
So just keep those dollars rolling in puppets, you know I’ve got a LOT of shopping to do in Cali.
Oh Financial domination, you are a beautiful thing, what is even more beautiful? Me of course!!!! I’m amazing fantastic and fantastical, which is why I own the internet. If you are looking for videos and pictures of MOI there are several places to get them online. You could start by checking out My new online stream which contains foot fetish, financial domination, sexiness and smoking fetish, humiliation and much more to come by clicking here –> http://financial-dominatrix.com.
Oh being a Money Mistress is hard. Everyone wants what they can’t have…. yet I have everything I want. Since I’ve decided to relocate the (risk for crazy stalkers is decreasing exponentially).… I’ve decided I’m going to start giving you a more intimate close up view of the kind of life I lead here in downtown Chicago. That is before I move on to My next epic adventure. Enjoy it kitties.
No one knows it better than The Financial Dominatrix, that Financial Domination buys a pretty sexy lifestyle. I’ve not bothered to upload My recent pictures and videos keeping — only for the closest pets and a few mutts I’ve bestowed with My pity have received them. Toronto is seriously party town and I have to say I adore it. Bars should be open till FIVE like they are in Chicago… but hell, it can’t be perfect.
Catching up on Posting videos.
Aw, GOOD FUN. I woke up and took a dip in the HOT AS FUCK hot tub every morning and then jumped in the chilled refreshing pool before a day of shopping and a night of partying. That hot tub def. helped with a few hangovers.
I know the life of a Financial Dominatrix is supposed to be beautiful and classy but could it get any more beautiful and classy than this??? Well… maybe if I didn’t add the trash
Ha, the closest you'll come to My bed is MAKING IT
Here is a TRASHY picture for all of My piggies to save and worship.
If you’re going to message Me you need to have a few facets of Chat Etiquette down. First off, NO SMALL TALK. I’m not even sure why I have to say this but any moron with half a brain will realize that as a Goddess or someone who is popular (This goes for anyone high up in social circles in real life as well) have a lot of incoming contact.
Think about it, dumbass!
People message Me a lot, people call Me a lot, people CONTACT Me a lot in various ways and I DO NOT want to be asked “How are you?” by ANYONE.
Hypothetically;
If I was to respond to this question every time I was asked in any given day
-→ On an average day I get asked “How are you?” around sixty to three hundred times
Let’s say it takes 30 seconds to :
A) Respond with some bullshit answer or B) Give you some semblance of a real answer that you probably don’t deserve.
H-E-L-L-O !!! My feelings are a very intimate part of My life… Who the fuck do you think you are demanding privy information such as My emotional status? What have you done for Me? Unless you are a big time spender – don’t even bother with the small talk.
I’m not exactly the type of girl to be curt. Let’s say I’m in a bad mood. Oh, what if I’m in a TERRIBLE mood? You could have had the opportunity to cheer Me up by sending Me a tribute or humiliating yourself for My pleasure but no…. you had to ask “THE QUESTION”…. and what do you think you asking Me “how I am” is going to do loser? It’s going to immediately direct My thoughts to perform an emotional and situational self analysis.
If that isn’t clear to you… that means… DRAWING ATTENTION to how I’m NOW annoyed for getting asked such mundane question repeatedly.
It adds up loser and if I was to put up with this shit… it would be a waste of about 30 minutes of My time everyday. This isn’t even counting the annoying people in real life pleading for My attention. Just don’t do it.
No longer will you be burdened with a bank account! It’s mine now, and when you get paid it goes into My bank account, and when you need money for rent you will beg at My feet and feel blessed when Goddess grants you these privileges.
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