Everything is about Mommy’s pleasure, and it pleases me to see just how fucked up I make you. It turns me on thinking about how powerless you are in front of me. As I tease you, tracing every inch of my perfect body with my fingers, my red nails caressing my tight black bodysuit, you grow weaker and weaker for me. Such a powerless little bitch. It makes my pussy so wet when I think about everything I’m going to do to you, everything that I’m going to take from you, and how I’m going to turn you into my fucking property. Your surrendering will bring you closer to Mommy and deeper under her control, and that feels so good, doesn’t it? You’ve already made it this far, so I know you want to know exactly how to please me. And I’m so generous that I’m going to tell you how. Everything that you have is mine. It will start with one small tribute, and it will spiral from there. It turns me on to see your journey, how far you’ve come from your original skepticism about financial domination. How, when I present it as a vehicle for my pleasure and not just some simple “fuck you, pay me” bullshit, you’re completely fucking seduced. Findom is just an extension of the control that I already have over you, and you love to feel my fucking control. I’m merely telling you exactly what is going to happen. My pleasure is your only pleasure. Not just through your money and your wallet, but your free will, your soul, your way of fucking life. As I turn my ass towards you, letting you gaze at my gorgeous ass and long legs, remember - you are being transformed completely into a believer, a true believer, of Mommy’s power. My perfect ass and hairy bush in your face makes your head spin, making you more and more susceptible. Each time you send it bends you to my fucking will, and I’m going to take everything from you - because I want you to know where you fucking belong.